Prologue

This is my first fanfiction and I would greatly apprecitate a few pointers and advice.

I do not own Bioshock or its characters.

Darkness surrounds you. Your eyes make adjustments to accommodate the lack of light. A large corridor opens up before you.

Once it seems that this corridor would have been a sign of the luxury of this former 5 star hotel. Golden leaf and silver gilding adorning the pillars that supported the walls, from which was draped with the finest satin.

Today however, the salt water constantly invading the building had tarnished the silver and left any other metal rusted. The fine satin now tattered and stained. Much of the floor was broken and pools of water had formed where the sea had leaked in.

As you walk down the remnants of the grand corridor, something catches your eye, a flashing yellowish light in the window. You slowly approach, not wanting to scare it away.

Outside, it seems that the stage has been set for a child's underwater dream. The landscape is adorned with beautiful aquatic flora, many of which are bioluminesent, bathing the area in a beautiful and unearthly glow. Marine life dart in and out of the scene, which is framed by the corroded window. But there is something else.

You silently recoil in horror when you see a creature that is straight from a nightmare. A black diving suit clings to its feminine figure. A chainsaw like impliment, the chain splattered with blood, is attached to its right hand. On its legs, arms and upper torso, there are layers of metal, like armor, that have become rusted from years of seawater and neglect, which was incased in a wire frame. What is most terrifying is the creature has no face. Only a rusty diving helmet and from the porthole, a yellowish glow is emanating.

You stare at the horrible creature, and it stares back with no sign of any emotion or interest. You fear that at any moment, the eerie yellow light will become a glowering red and the creature will attack. But it doesn't. It just stares at you. After a moment, you decide that it (hopefully) does not see you as a threat and you try and leave.

But as you take a step backward, away from the window, so does the creature. You stop and stare in disbelief and it is still as well. "It's not possible, is it?" You think to yourself. But as you raise your left hand and step forward, your fear is realized for the creature mirrors your every move. You place your gloved hand on the glass, and realize you have been looking at your reflection. You are this nightmarish abomination.