This is a preview of the first chapter. I will complete it later, but I just want you all to give me positive or negative feedback. If possible, give creative criticism (like "this sucks" or sarcastic responses, i really would like help with this).
An AU of BioShock Infinite, where it takes place before/after the game. If you haven't beaten the game there will be spoilers ahead (for the future chapters as well as this one (minor hints at it though)). Booker/Elizabeth. Don't like it? Don't read it.
When I was six years old I opened a tear. I opened it to a woman who looked just like me, watching my tower. There was a man there, who had dropped a musical instrument. He glanced back at me, and blinked. I almost closed the tear when he shouted. I stopped in shock.
"Stop!" He cried out, holding his hand out. He passed a paper through the tear.
"What's this?" I asked him, looking at him. The tear was closed when I wasn't paying attention. I sighed and stared at the paper. There was description of the musical instrument he was playing. I looked at the picture of a cage.
"Cage?" I asked aloud. I assumed that the cage had something to do with that picture, but I wasn't quite sure. I glanced over at the pipes when the song was being played. I got excited. Songbird was coming. I ran to the statue of Comstock and looked at it. I thought for a while. I tipped the statue over, causing it to knock over. I picked at the head until it came undone. There was an instrument just like the one the man was playing.
"C.A.G.E." I mumbled. I played the notes, and Songbird came to my call. I stroked his beak.
"Can I recode you?" I asked him. Songbird softly nodded and knelt down. He opened a small compartment on his side, revealing some choices I could set to his "coding." I couldn't understand all of what it all said.
"Can you unplug the ones that keep me in the tower and you only listening to Comstock?" I asked. Songbird chirped in response, removing those from him. He closed his panel and screeched after the effects came. I covered my ears with my hands and screamed with him. I hated his shriek.
The next morning I looked outside. I was able to go onto the patio without him raising alarm today. I watched the birds sing and the fireworks of the carnival. I smiled at Songbird.
"Someday I'm heading out there!" I said to him. He chirped in disgust but said nothing otherwise. I smiled and looked at the fireworks more. I began to hum to myself as I watched them explode in the air. I saw a tear all of a sudden. I opened it partially, just to peek through. I saw explosions from rockets rather than fireworks. I gasped and shivered, closing it instantly. I walked back inside and climbed onto Songbird. Songbird sang to me softly. I closed my eyes for a little while, listening to him sing.
'My dear sweet child,' He chirped to me, 'I will never let any man in the Sodom below or the Eden above remove you from my care.'
"What if I want to go?" I asked him.
'I will not allow it.' Songbird replied cooly. I sighed.
"Let's make a compromise; if there's a man down there that you see as perfect, and that I love as well, you'll let me go."
'Hmm...' Songbird said, 'I don't like it, but it's the best we'll come up with.'
"Thank you Songbird." I replied, cuddling into him. It was a dream of mine to get married and go have children. I also dreamed of going to Paris, but that would happen before I got married or had children. But for now, I imagined how my life would become and how I'd react to all of this new stuff; like Songbird caring more about me. As I slept, I had dreams that I was Cinderella.
Booker carefully stroked the cat that lay on him. He watched the sky, longing to head up into Columbia. Everyone in New York heard about it. He wanted to be a part of it, and see what it was like from the sky. Also, he knew about Rapture. He wondered if it was safe, being above the clouds and below the ocean.
"Probably a mess." He mumbled to himself. The cat purred on the boy's lap.
"Booker dear, come inside. You'll catch a cold." Booker's mother called. Booker sighed and stood up. He knew his mom didn't believe staying outside when it was cold gave you a cold, it was her way of dragging him inside when she felt it was dangerous.
"Why?" Booker asked, closing the door.
"The neighbors are coming out. You know they're trouble." She said, nudging her head.
It was scary, living so close to the mafia. It wasn't like they planned on it; they just got dealt the bad hand when Booker's father left. He'd ran away to San Diego with his mistress. Booker felt a twinge of anger when he thought about his father, but said nothing to his mother. He clenched his teeth and headed up the stairs, where the cat followed him. He sat on his bed and folded his arms across his chest. The cat nuzzled his leg.
"I hate him." Booker muttered.