Bioshock Infinite Fanfiction

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Price of Freedom

Chapter Two: Mysterious Protector

Elizabeth was walking home from her job at the local library at nine o' clock on a stormy night. It was a good thing she brought a raincoat and umbrella because her dad was working late again. What made him decide to become a security guard she would never know, but it got them out of debt and even allowed them to live an easy life. Is was too bad this kept him from home often. He would often feel guilty about it and try to make up for it whenever and however he could. Elizabeth's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by her bumping into something suddenly.

"Careful there. Pretty girls like you could get hurt not paying attention to where there going," a rough voice said.

Elizabeth saw two full grown men standing right in front of her. She also noticed a group of about eighteen others slowly coming into view through the heavy rain and darkness. One man grabbed her by the collar of her raincoat and lifted her to his face.

"You're coming with us," he said.

Elizabeth kicked him in an uncomfortable place before she used her small size to ditch her raincoat and umbrella and run into the alley behind her. Fear grew in Elizabeth as she realized they weren't having trouble keeping up, they were toying with her. She felt someone grab her by the waist.

"No! Let me go! Let me go!" Elizabeth shouted as she struggled to get free.

"Grab her arm," the guy holding her by the waist said as he spun the other way with her.

Elizabeth felt her right arm being grabbed and held firmly in place. She brought up a fist to try and hit the man that grabbed her arm only to have that arm grabbed and held firmly in place as well. She kept kicking and screaming to be let go before a backhand across the face stunned her long enough to notice a knife blade being held against her throat.

"Quit squirming," the knife wielder said.

"Hey, Donald?" he said again.

"Yeah, Bob?" one of the men holding Elizabeth said.

"Didn't the boss say she just had to be fit enough to endure the experiments?" Bob said as he twirled Elizabeth's hair with his knife.

"I do believe you are correct," Donald said.

"Interesting," said Bob, resting the back of the knife on her collar.

Elizabeth, paralyzed from fear, could hear the rest of the men chuckle and move in a little closer.

One of the men holding Elizabeth looked down the alley to see if anyone was coming. His eyes went wide and he gasped slightly a split second before a knife entered his face. The other man holding Elizabeth looked over at his dead partner. The last thing he experienced was the sharp pain of a knife entering his temple. The man pressing the knife against Elizabeth's blouse spun her around, put the knife against her throat and used her as a human shield.

"Find whoever's doing this and kill him! Bring me his head when you're done!" he ordered.

The group heard a muffled grunt and turned around to see one of their own falling dead. They saw blood streaming from his throat as his body spun to the ground.

The guy a few yards to his right took a throwing knife to the spine.

"Come on, how are we not seeing him? There's sixteen of us and only one of him! We should be beating him right now!" one of the men said fearfully.

One man standing next to a miniature alley branching off from the main one was yanked into the darkness. The man holding a knife to Elizabeth's throat had the arm wielding the knife broken. He was then shoved to the ground and shot in the face. Elizabeth's mysterious protector then moved her behind him so that he was between her and the attackers. The four of the attackers stopped rushing at the protector and Elizabeth when they took a lethal hit from the protector's bullets. Another attacker was decapitated by a katana. Seeing an opportunity to grab Elizabeth and use her as a human shield, one of the men somersaulted over the back of the protector who was bent over from putting extra force behind the decapitation. That attempt was met by the protector grabbing the attacker and pulling him into the blade of the katana. The protector dodged a stabbing lunge before he grabbed the attacker, drew his dagger and pulled the attacker into it. He dodged another attack before grabbing the head of the attacker with both hands, pulling the attacker's head into his knee, and stabbing the back of his head with a K-Bar before letting him fall to the ground. Elizabeth just stood there in shock as she watched her protector engage the remaining six attackers. Blade, bullet, and hand-to-hand were all used fluidly to either kill or incapacitate the attackers.

Elizabeth's protector grabbed the last of the attacker's by the collar and pinned him up against the wall of a building.

"Go tell the others what you saw here," the protector demanded.

"And what if I don't?" the attacker said.

The protector punch the building next to the attacker's head leaving cracks to show where the force moved through the surface of the wall. He then brought his face in closer to the attacker's and glared at him.

"Messaged received," the attacker said fearfully before the protector let him go.

After the attacker ran out of view, Elizabeth's protector approached her. With a scared look on her face she took a step back from him.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a comforting tone of voice.

"You killed those people," Elizabeth said shakily.

"Worse would have happened if I didn't. I did it to protect you," he said.

"How do you know that?" Elizabeth said still freaking out.

"I don't have time to explain it right now but you need to trust me."

"Is any more of this going to happen?" Elizabeth asked on a scared tone of voice.

"I hope not," he replied remembering with great pain the last time someone asked something similar that. Memories of a great war started playing through his head.

"What do they want with me?"

"They want your ability to open tears."

"Why?"

"I'll explain another time. Look, I'm going to protect you. But I need you to trust me and try to keep your composure."

At this, Elizabeth relaxed slightly.

"Let me wipe that blood off of you," he said as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped blood off of Elizabeth's face.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

Elizabeth just shook her head. The sound of people talking reached Elizabeth's ears which caused her to cling to her protector. He placed one hand on the grip of his M9 and the other on her shoulder to steady her. When it was discovered that is was just people walking along the side walk at the end of the alley, they both relaxed.

"Are you ok?" the protector asked.

"I want to go home," Elizabeth said.

"I'll grab your coat so you don't catch a cold," the protector said.

After grabbing her coat and handing it to her, the protector recovered his weapons. He then approached Elizabeth again.

"You won't always be able to see me, however I will never be far from you," the protector said.

"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked.

The vigilante threw a smoke pellet and was gone before the smoke dissipated. In the spot he was standing in was a statue of a ghost.


Elizabeth sat by a fire wrapped up in a blanket. Other than the occasional sneeze or sniffle she didn't make a sound.

"You ok baby girl?" Booker said as he walked into their living room with a hot drink.

Elizabeth just shrugged her shoulders. The sound of a horse walking by could be heard outside causing Elizabeth to flinch slightly as she looked in the direction of the sound. Booker walked over to the window with shotgun in hand to inspect. After seeing it was nothing he sat down next to his daughter and put an arm around her shoulder.

"How about you go to bed and stay home to get some rest tomorrow?" Booker suggested.

"Ok. Goodnight daddy," Elizabeth said before kissing her father on the cheek and going to her room.


Elizabeth lay in her bed with her eyes open. She tried going to sleep but still could not calm down from her ordeal. As a result, she spent the night staring out the window. Unknown to her, she was being watched.

She can't sleep. thought Rowin as he watched her through high powered binoculars. Maybe I can remind her she's not alone.

While Elizabeth kept staring out the window, she noticed movement in the tree next to her window.

Elizabeth cringed slightly until she noticed it was her protector.

"The Ghost," she said as her stress went away and fell asleep.

Sorry this chapter took so long. I'm working on two stories at once. Again, please don't be afraid to review.