Bioshock is owned by Monolith, so restarting this fic.

"Its not here why isn't it here"

I remember the resistance, the resistance as the knife jerked in my hands.

"GAAAHHHHH…FUCK"

I slammed it down and kept stabbing, I don't know how many times, each one…I was so transfixed in my own little world. I didn't hear the knock on the door, or it opening nor the police.

"Jesus CHRIST…W…What have you done!!!"

I looked down just in time to see what was left of my daughters head fall from her mangled corpse. Her blood caked on my hands, my daughter…my sweet Stella, once she meant everything to me. She had so much potential…to due great things not all that potential had turned to meat... Nietzsche once said, "Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." He was dead right; Adam a modern day's Pandora's box. I suppose I should start at the beginning but the story is far to long. So let me speed it up.

Los Angeles, 1947

Crack

My skull flew backward, I was just conscious enough to feel my nose split in two. "Commie Bastard"

He descended on me like a hawk on a squirrel; only he wasn't just clawing but beating and screaming slurs.

I should explain this part, like my father and grandfather I joined the military and like they were in the Spanish American War and WWI I was sent to the Philippines. My life changed forever when the Japanese invaded and I was a POW for four years. During that time I learned how to survive and post liberation. I compiled my knowledge into a book about the camps and survival in extreme conditions. However the Army clamped down on it, post war they were only concerned about the "commies" and Japan was now an ally, they claimed it "Made them look bad" and gave "sensitive information." Which was bull, I complained and they dishonorably discharged me. No benefits or college education plus my parent's disgrace made my life a living hell. This brought me to the Communist Party of America. I never believed in communism mind you, I just hadn't graduated from angry boyhood and as I said America, didn't like communists even fake ones.

"Get in there"

He hoisted me up by my collar and threw me effortlessly into the cell. I spent a minute looking at the floor before I mumbled.

"Fascist"

The police officer turned around

"Whad'yo say"

"Nothing"

He smiled.

He wasn't looking for sincerity only humility. Our rally was a disaster and I now lay in jail awaiting my show trial.

"Technician Fourth Class S.V. Thomas?"

My ears perked up and I raised my hand.

"May I speak to you Tech…"

I cut him off.

"Yea, what's on your mind?"

His head craned a bit to the side, he was tall lanky man in a business suit.

"I represent Ryan Industries."

"The guy who burned his own Park?"

He hesitated for a moment and, I remember him grinding his teeth.

"Indeed, he wishes to extend a business offer."

I smiled and stood up.

"You must be joking me."

"You were the one who wrote the Bataan Survival Guide, right?"

"The unpublished Bataan Survival Guide. His Serine Highness Harry Truman I clamped it, what could you possibly want with that. Are you launching an attack to retake the Philippians? Plus incase you hadn't noticed, I'm a communist, were bad for business"

The man scoffed

"I saw you at the rally, you stood in the back and silently mocked them with your eyes, you're no communist. Your like my employer and many others you had a great idea…a radical idea only for it to be torn down by the parasites, no he wishes to extend this offer because he share your and my problem. He decided to do something about it and your skills are needed."

I should have seen all the red flags, but flattery is such a powerful draw and it's not like I had anything else going on. So I signed on the dotted line and next thing I knew my life had taken off. I thought we were founding a town out in the middle of nowhere, I was half right.