Disclaimer and facts to know:
First things first: warnings and disclaimer!
I do not own Bioshock and its series. It belongs to 2K.
This is Booker/Beth romance, a continuation of Loveshock 1 and 2. As a warning this contains incest. Please do not proceed if that is unacceptable to you.
Rated T for now.
Forward:
Hello everyone. To those who read my first two releases, I present to you the long overdue Loveshock 3 A play of time. I will continue where Loveshock 2 ended. I understand that it's been five years. A lot has happened in my period of absence. I apologize. Life takes priority as I'm sure all of you would understand. My time was dedicated to my family and my career. In doing such, there was little to no time left to be creative. If you have lost interest in Loveshock, that's okay. Thank you for reading and enjoying my work. You've made Loveshock 3 happen. If you want to read but don't remember what happened, I recommend that you re-read the series. I myself have totally forgotten so I took the liberty to refresh on what my heart poured out on paper five years go. Those those new to the series. Welcome. If you haven't read the first two entries, please do. You'll be lost if you don't.
I'm not sure how long I plan this final entry to be but I do know this - There will no longer be 7000+ words in a chapter. They will be shorter thus making it easier to manage time since we don't get digital bookmarks. I am known to write stories that move the heart. I plan to do so again. Except this time around, expect things to be dark. Thank you again and enjoy.
As always, a review is greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1
Reunion of memories
Rapture – The sight she did not intend to see, the place she did not wish to be.
Empty and cold, void of love and warmth, drowning beneath hundreds of meters of darkness; The very representation of her previous life, a time before true happiness. Memories without Booker and memories of hatred. A life of perpetual sadness and hopelessness only to be replaced by deep depression.
The once bustling Rapture, now a broken city of the dead.
In a rundown fancy hotel room, there stood Elizabeth. Lights flickered as she stared out into the sea, the sea of memories. The groaning of the structural support was all but too familiar. One can never get used to that sound. A constant reminder of where one is. In her particular case, a reminder of a certain unwanted memory. Comstock, Andrew Ryan, Cohen. She remembered it all, how she murdered her enemy, and how she found it all so futile in the end. Her sins, her sad past, the horror and pain she endured. Her past was sick and twisted, just like Rapture. She was seeking absolution, a new life with her lover. But not all things can so easily be forgotten. Not all sins can be washed way.
Furniture was spread about. A chair laid down, a table flipped over, she was surrounded by the aftermath of Rapture's uprising. Seawater dripped from the ceiling above consistently with each second that passed.
With her head resting on the structural glass panel, she sighed. It never ends… She muttered under breath as she took in the splendid view of Rapture. Us Dewitts… Are we cursed to be miserable? I hate this place. So dark and damp. I will find you again Booker, just like I did before.
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After brooding in her thoughts over their lives, slowly, Elizabeth straightened her posture and began dusting herself off. Her hair was undone and her clothes were tattered, torn, and worse for wear. Her beautiful white dress now unevenly shredded beneath her knees, was a just a hindrance. She leaned over and took a handful of cloth at knee length and with two forceful yanks, she ripped the remainder off. Elizabeth picked up Booker's red ascot from the carpet and tied the ends of her long hair together. It was long, longer than when they first met – down to her lower back. It was a good memory for her and it also made her feel more feminine. Booker definitely loved it. So did she.
She approached a mirror that was close by to examine herself. "I've seen better days," she muttered as she inspected her appearance. With her makeup ruined, she began to have second thoughts of leaving it on. Father thinks I look exactly like mother. Maybe it's because of the cosmetics I use. Her right hand found its way to the faucet and with a small twist, fresh water poured from the spout. Water still works. She thoughtas she inspected her eye.
Moments later with both hands she cupped the cool water and splashed it on her face. With some soft rubbing she began to wash away the image of Elizabeth from Rapture – Cohen's songbird. It was almost an alter ego of hers, one that she does not need now that she has a new life. That visage portrayed a seductive vixen not to be trifled with. Although useful in the past it is no longer needed. Finally clean of most of the artificial beauty, her innocent and beautiful face was once again revealed. The face of one that was rescued from the clutches of Songbird. It was those lovely blue eyes that caught Booker's attention. Those soft pink lips that made his heart race. Elizabeth Comstock of Columbia, she jokingly thought. No, Anna Dewitt of Paris. Booker likes me like this better anyways. She was satisfied with her image and grinned. Memories of their adventures in Columbia filled her mind with happiness but fleeting happiness. The metallic groan of the support beams brought her back to reality as she remembered her new goal – Find Booker and end the cycle. She felt sadness creep back in but in light of her new relationship, she began to form a sense of confidence. Elizabeth was determined to win this final war.
With positivity renewed and Booker's pistol wielded, she headed passed the broken door and toward the ransacked corridor. I don't recognize this place. I wonder where I am, she thought to herself as she carefully took each step. The sloshing of the wet carpet beneath her amplified her presence, drawing attention to all whom were potentially near. Okay, if the elevator doesn't work than I have to take the stairs. I need to get to the lobby to figure out where I am. Then, look for a way out of here. She approached the elevator and attempted to call it. With the press of a button, she stood and waited. There was no signs of it being mechanically sound and no hint of it functioning. Okay, it looks like I have take the stairs afterall. As soon as she turned away, a loud unsettling noise came from below. It caught her attention. Is that...? The strange sound grew louder as did a mechanical noise. It sounded like the elevator worked however, whether it had passengers was a mystery she would soon find out. As it almost reached her floor the odd sound emanating from it became freighting and distinctive. Whatever is in there is definitely not a splicer. I don't think I have enough resources to fight whatever that is… Suddenly an ear deafening roar came a floor below.
Elizabeth gasped as fear quickly entered her spirit. A feeling she had not felt for ages. The elevator was drawing near and she had only seconds to decide. Fortunately, she decided to run. She did not know where the emergency exit was but she needed to find it fast. Her life depended on it. She bolted out of sight rather quickly and found herself in the same corridor from where she came. To the right was opposite direction and not the answer as that would lead to the room where she once was. Her only option was to continue down the path. Without any other alternatives she ran as quickly as her feet could take her. It was a horrible mess as broken vases, tables, and pictures littered the floor. Further down the cramped hallway was an excessive amount of water pouring down form the celling covering her path. The floor was flooded with seawater from the leak. Elizabeth raised her hands to shield herself from the water as she approached. A classic 'ding' could be heard from the distance and loud metallic shrieks echoed the halls as if someone or something was ripping the doors apart. At that moment she knew she had only seconds left. She reared her head only to find a hideous creature massive in size charging toward her stomping the floor as it went. It resembled that of a bear and alligator. It bared numerous misaligned fangs and was armed with razorlike claws. It was not a natural creature of land nor sea but rather, a mutated and grotesque abomination. Muscle tissue was visible as well as strange vein-like tubings coming from its body. It was fiercely chasing her scent. Months have passed since it fed. Ravenous, it began to close the gap between them.
"Oh my god! What is that?!" She screamed as she ran. Not looking back Elizabeth broke through the water but was rudely greeted by a large armoire that had fallen over and blocked the way. She let out a grunt of pain when her body smashed into it. "Oh no! Please!"She pleaded as she frantically searched for a way past the debris. The horrendous creature bellowed in excitement as it finally found its next meal. Like a predator ready to devour a prey it lowered its jaw preparing to shred Elizabeth apart. In a vain attempt to crawl pass she instinctively bent down only to find her passage blocked contents of the wardrobe. Desperate and scared, a whimper escaped her mouth. "No, no!" Her only option was to climb and she did so without hesitation. As the monstrous beast drew near she could not fight the urge but screamed in terror. Luckily, with all of her strength she managed her panic and climbed up and tried to roll over the back of the armoire. The moment she rolled a massive gaping mouth filled with sharp fangs was an arm's reach away. Like the entrance of hell it beckoned her death. A harrowing roar emanated from its throat and her life flashed before her eyes. A vision of never seeing Booker again, a vision of dying with her child.
She screamed and frantically rolled as the powerful jaws of death slammed down shredding the wooden furniture and sending shards in all directions. Father! Help me! Her mind raced with thoughts. Elizabeth rolled off the remains of the wardrobe and jetted to the only door that she saw.
Unexpectedly, the floor began to rumble, the ceiling began to shake, and the walls cracked. Her only exit started to fluctuate between different dimensions. She let out a scream as she almost lost her balance. Her feet involuntarily took her to the door. To engage an object in quantum flux was extremely dangerous and likened to that of suicide. On the other hand so was facing the creature with a pistol. Without thinking twice she jutted open the door and flew through it, immediately slamming close the gate to hell.
The warping suddenly stopped. It was silent and the door did not budge. Her panting was audible. Her blood full of adrenaline. A huge sigh of relief escaped her mouth when she realized that she was taken to another place far from the beast. It's gone. She was fortunate that it happened. This time, quantum physics saved her.
As the panic subsided she slowly turned around only to find herself in an unfamiliar room yet in a familiar place. "Where am I?"She asked as she walked to a window nearby. Elizabeth peered through the window and saw adjacent buildings with architectural designs not of rapture. They were structures from the Columbia. Hotels, shops, and a even a factory was all in view.
Her spirits lifted when her eyes took in her old aquatinted city. "Columbia," She said with a smile. "He was right. It's all fallen to the ground," she deducted. "He must be near. I've got to look for him." She quickly turned to scan for a way out. Strangely enough the decorations and furniture was not from Columbia's time. Everything was neat and organized. This must be a bedroom of some sort, shewondered. There was an oddly familiar shaped jacket draping over the classically designed wooden bed frame. It drew her curiosity enough for her to approach it. The moment she picked it up a strong fragrance that she knew all too well invaded her nostrils. A flood of emotions washed over her. Booker?! She furrowed her brows in confusion and looked to the bed. There laid a violet nightgown, neat and pretty. She slowly laid down the jacket and drifted her fingers across the silk garment. "I never bought this…" She whispered. Who does this belong too? Her inquisitive spirit led her to pry around now that her curiosity piqued. An unexpected crack tickled her ear as she stepped. There was a picture on the floor, out of place. Broken glass laid everywhere and its frame split into two pieces. Hm? She bent down and removed the picture from the frame to get a clearer image.
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She quietly drew her breath in surprise. It was an old picture taken from years ago. A man standing next to a little girl and a woman. "Father?" She whispered as she ran her fingers across his image. She couldn't help but smile. He was bit younger looking and handsome even then. Standing next to him was a little girl, about the age of 10. "And this must be me," said Elizabeth. Her smile came as quickly as it left when she noticed the woman be their side. "Mother…" she uttered with sadness and contempt. So this must be us, a happy family from a different universe. I look so much like you. Does he love me only because of that? She thought as she looked at her mother with discontentment. You left him all alone, how could you? It doesn't matter now mother. I took your place. I'm his. Immediately, she ripped a portion of the picture apart. With no remorse, she dropped the piece to the floor. Annabelle Dewitt now rested on the wooden floor along with the broken glass. Elizabeth grinned. "Much better. The way it's supposed to be," she said as she slid the photo into the belt of her dress. This must have been their bedroom, she thought as she searched around.
She looked to her far right and noticed another door. "If I know my science that's either a closet or a way out," she excitedly stated. The ground began to vibrate. The subtle rumble was indicative of another pending quantum flux. With renewed hope she swiftly made her way there.
She hastily grabbed the doorknob and with the flick of the wrist, the door opened…
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