They must pay a Bioshock infinite fanfiction by TedLevine

Part 2: An old partnership.

Chapter 1: Sad note

-So I guess this mean we have to find the twins back, Booker said. What's the plan?

She shivered, and turned around to grab her gun. But Booker grabbed her arm and turned her in front of him.

-Let, me , go! She shouted.

-Hey! What are you doing? Elizabeth?

She pushed him away but he had the time to quickly take the gun.

-How many times will I have to kill you?she said.

However she then noticed she didn't have the gun anymore.

-Damn't! She sworned.

She tried to take the gun back, but Booker was taller and she couldn't reach it. Still, she kept trying.

-E...Elizabeth , calm down! I...

Booker could not tell how, but she finnally grabbed the gun.

-Got it!

But her knees hit Booker feet . Booker fell on the cold ground once again. Elizabeth land on him, and the gun fell in a pool.

Elizabeth opened her eyes to see a face she used to know and that she hadn't seen for a long time now. She felt he was holding her wrist with a firm grip. She tried to, but couldn't move.

-Now, he said, would you kindly stop trying to kill me?

She shivered again when she heard the " would you kindly" but then remembered there was no way Booker could know what those words meant.

She only knew because she could see through all the tears.

She had a surprise face , mouth open a little, her baby blue eyes great open.

-I guess...you didn't try to kill me yet. You are lucky I pay attention to what the Lutece are saying, I guess.

-So I will take that as a yes milady.
He let her wrist go.
She moved away from Booker and sat on the ground. He got up and gave her his hand. She had a suspicious look, but then she gladly accepted his hand. He helped her to get up.

-Now, could you explain me what's going on?

-I have no idea...yet.

He sighed.

-Okay...Then could you tell me why you were trying to kill me so badly?

She had an "Oh, you!" face, as she was outraged. Booker couldn't help himself but smirked a little.

-Well, I'm sorry, she replied, but who here became a psychotic prophet who pretty much killed everyone around him and trapped the daughter of an other version of himself in a tower with a giant mecanic, and possibly human, brid machine as a jailer?

He stopped to smile.

-Listen Elizabeth, I don't know how you came here, I don't know why all of this is happening, but the Lutece were telling the truth. And believe me, I don't like them. But , I'm NOT Comstock okay? I killed him for you.

She truly looked confused. She wrapped her arms around herself, like she had always done.

-I...I don't see how you can exist...

She walked for a bit and stood in front of the paintings.

"-Are you real?

-I'm real enough."

-But I guess the Lutece were saying the truth, she said. It's the only explanation. We are not from the same worlds.

-Still here we are.

-Yes.

She thougt for a little while.

-We should move . Booker said. At least find a cofee or something...We'll make up a plan there.

She turned back.

-Yeah. I guess.