Bioshock: Defending Rapture
Author's Note: I've wanted to write this one shot for a while. Ever since I tried the multiplayer for Bioshock 2 in fact. I've got a lot of interest in writing thanks to a certain forum, so I was inspired to finally write this. This was really meant to be basic. I made it really for the ending.
The package arrived early in the mail. It had taken 4 days but it seemed to be an eternity. Each day I would sit, listen to some music, record some audio diaries and but my thumb a little farther up my ass until today.
It was nice, smooth wood with "SINCLAR SOLUTIONS" printed onto the center. But the outside wasn't what I cared for. It what was inside. I've never shot a gun before today. But I knew what the gun was inside. A six-shooter made with smooth steel and a wooden grip, with a little diamond carved into the handle. It had six bullets beside it ready to be loaded into the cylinder and fired. I felt as if I was a desperado as I held the gun. Beside it were a shotgun and 8 little containers of buck shot. My father had one when he used to go hunting. It was exactly as advertised. I remember all the ads for this package. Defend your home and gain rewards when you use Sinclair Tester Pack or something like that.
I bought this package for the first reason. Sure, rewards sounded nice. But I didn't need any. A nice home, some music, a roaring fire, and all the supplies I would need. Sure, my wine cellar was running low, but nothing is perfect. Well, maybe Rapture was. I loved this city. And that's why I got this pack. Andrew Ryan made a paradise and now a civil war was going to tear it apart.
I took the revolver, opened the chamber and slipped each of the bullets in, feeling the cold metal as they fit snuggly into the gun. The package came with more than six shots, and I stuffed all the bullets I could into anything that looked like a pocket on my attire. That's all I would need .Because I was dedicated, and that's all I needed. At least I thought.
I dashed into the bathysphere and got ready to travel to Fort Frolic... It was where everyone was, it was the entertainment district. It was a fitting place to fight for there would have to be some parasites there. Or maybe that was my sense of dramatics.
It took a while to travel. I got a glorious view of my city. The lights, the buildings, and even the fleeing fish made me realize how work was put in here. This place was thought to be impossible. But some people were so great that nature couldn't interfere.
Fort Frolic didn't take long. I was ready to see violence in the street, fire everywhere, explosions at men and women's beckon call. What I got was probably worse.
I realised the door and saw someone immediately. Whoever it was was covered in shadows and hunched over, picking at something I couldn't see. I swear I must have been mistaken, but I swear I saw bunny ears poke out. I opened the door and stepped out.
I fire the revolver once in the air, the kick sending my air going down with a force I was not prepared for. I saw a bit of rubble from the roof fall down and hit the ground. Smoke originated from the barrel and circled overhead.
The figure turned and I was horrified. The mask was broken, revealing a bit of skin. It was like melted wax, drooping down. Their clothing was extremely torn, with a little bit of black fabric staying intact. I panicked. I had never seen something like this. I stepped back, slipping as there was little ground between me and the bathysphere which was floating in the water. I was sent backward, my foot going emerged into the water, my otherwise fine shoes getting soaked. I swear I could see a smile come from that man.
Lightning shot from his hand and hit the water, frying my like a fish.
Well Shit.
