Alright, this is my first attemt at a fanfic, so bear with me. This is my perception of some of the conversations between Jack and Atlas after Jack breaks his mind control. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bioshock, I just play it.

"A man chooses. A slave obeys."

That was the sole thoughtthat ran throughJack's mind. He had finally succeeded in killing Ryan, only to find that Altas was the real villan. It had all been a lie, all just a trick to hand Rapture to Fontaine on a silver platter.

"All this time, I've just been doing what Fontaine told me to do. I didn't even give a second thought to what he said. All he did was manipulate me to sieze power for himself. Did I even stop to think if I wanted to kill him?Ryan was right; I am just a slave."

At least Ryan had at least given Jack consiousness to the fact that he was being manipulated before his death. Jack suddenly saw the irony in the fact that his enemy had helped him more than his ally. Now that Tenebaum had undone some of the mind control, Jack saw how blind he had really been.

Jack's thoughts were interrupted by crackling from his short wave radio.

"And now, you got hooked up with Tenebaum, huh kid?" came Fontaine's voice. "She's a regular Mother Goose."

Jack lifted the radio to his mouth. "It's over Fontaine. I know now, and I'm done running errands for you."

"Alright kid, fun's fun. But now, go get stepped on by a Big Daddy, would you kindly?"

Jack smiled. "I'd love to, but I'm late for a much needed appointment of kicking your ass."

"Would you kindly. Why had Fontaine chosen that phrase? It would be just as easy to have used any other phrase. Why not 'Please,' or someting like that? Maby Atlasjust used that phrase often. Or maby he feared that if he used a less subtle one, I would catch on. Or maby he respected me enought to be polite in his commands. Or maby he thought that there was some civility left in this ghost of a city."

"Or maby he was just one insane damn psycopath."

There was silence on the radio for a short period.

"I said, would you kindly - go get stepped on - by a Big Daddy!" Fontine hissed.

"I don't think so, Atlas," came Jack's reply. "You don't mind if I still call you Atlas, do you?"

When Atlas spoke, his voice came dripping with bliss understanding, and a sense of...understanding.

"Ah, I see. Mother Goose has been messing with your egg salad. Fine.You don't wanna play that game kid, don't worry. I got others."

"Do your worst Atlas," Jack said. That moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He sank to the ground, clutching his heart.

"What did he just do to me?" Jack thought. He had never felt any pain this bad.

"There. I've told your brain to tell your heart to stop beating." Atlas was practically laughing now. "Don't worry, the heart's a very stubborn organ. It won't stop beating...at least not yet."

Jack foguht against the pain. Every breath felt like his lungs were being gored open with a knife. "Damn you Fontaine!" The radio died as Atlas left everything else unsaid.

"I need to find that dose of lot 192. If i don't, I'll never be free from this."

With great difficulty, Jack stood up and set out to find the antidote for Fontaine's control.

"Now we do things my way Atlas."