Hey everyone I've been working really hard to make chapter 2 longer than the first chapter. After posting the chapter 1 I realized that I had forgotten to put a disclaimer up so just to be clear, I do NOT own Bioshock or any of the characters other than those of my own creation. Also thank you Noah for reviewing, positive comments like that mean allot to a new author. Since you were the first one to review you got to choose what kind of person Jack was going to be. You chose to have him be one of the good guys, a man that will always fight for what he believes in and is not gullible. So (in a theatrical voice) without further a due I give you RAPTURE!

[Date October 2nd 2001][Location Unknown]

I don't remember anything after losing conciseness, only that I woke up as soon as I started to drown and someone pulled me up onto a piece of wreckage before I passed out again. When I awoke for the second and final time I tried to sit up but a blinding pain in my right side convinced me to do otherwise. I unzipped my ripped leather bombers jacket (now officially ruined by the sea water and missing a sleeve) and lifted my red shirt to inspect my side. It looked bruised and swollen, one of my bottom ribs was obviously broken. I just laid there for a while and looked around as best I could without hurting myself again. I appeared to be on a small set of stairs leading to what to what looked like a ruined lighthouse. All at once the events of the previous night all came rushing back to me "Oh go all those people..." I whimpered and tried to calm myself down enough to think it took a while but I managed. "Why would someone build a lighthouse in the middle of the middle of the ocean?" I thought out loud.

"That's what I want to know" spoke a soft voice behind above me.

If not for the pain in my side I would have jumped in fear. Slowly I was able to pull myself onto my hands and knees. I looked up to see who it was that spoke and saw the pretty flight attendant from the plane Allyn. Scrapes and cuts covered her body her uniform was ripped up and even burnt in some places "how the hell did you survive that crash? I saw the plane explode no one could have lived through that." I said in disbelief.

Her expression grew sad "when the plane started to fall I grabbed my friend Grace who was one of the other flight attendants and made for the emergency exit. You were standing in front of it I was going to tell you to jump but I lost my tripped and knocked you out of the plane." she paused to take a shaky breath, tears coming to her eyes "I landed in the water but Grace...she hit this lighthouse" gesturing to the partially destroyed structure. "After the plane exploded I saw you start to sink so I pulled you onto a part of the wing and we drifted over here." with that she started to sob "I thought I was going to die alone when you didn't wake up... but Grace is dead I'm never going to see my family ever again." At this she completely broke down.

I slowly crawled myself next to her and put an arm around her to comfort her "shhhhh don't worry about a thing, as soon as they realize the plane didn't land they'll start searching for us and how could you miss this thing sticking out of the ocean. Graces death wasn't your fault so just pray that she's in a better place...ok?"

After a couple moments she stopped crying and said "Thanks your right about Grace but I'll believe the part about them finding us when I'm headed back home. I-I Don't think I ever got your name" she said looking up at the sky I followed her gaze.

"My name is Jack Lamb" I responded quietly staring at the sky for the first time since I woke up, it was obviously evening because the sun was slowly sinking beneath the calm waves.

"I think we should get some sleep, the sun is setting." she said.

"Yeah let's get some sleep" I agreed pulling my arm back "it's got to be cold at night, here take my jacket" I said taking off the leather jacket I was wearing and handing it to her. with a smile she draped the jacket over her shoulders and settled down for the fast approaching night. I looked to the sky once more, light grey clouds were starting to gather on the horizon. Knowing nothing about the sea I had no clue a storm could gather so quickly out at sea. I wish I had known. About midway through the night I received a splash of cold salty water to the face this woke me up immediately struggling to get up I started to say "what th-" but trailed off as I saw the ocean. The waves were huge It was a wonder that we hadn't drown to death or gotten swept out to sea while we slept. "Damn how could I have been so dumb" I thought as moved over to Allyn. "Wake up WAKE UP!" I shouted.

"What is it" she said groggily

"There's a storm and it looks like it's only getting worse" I said as if to prove this point a rather large wave splashed both of us pulling my jacket off of her. After that she was wide awake.

"What are we going to do" she said not even trying to hide her fear.

"This is a lighthouse so there has to be an entrance somewhere" I said grabbing her hand and pulling her up the stairs. sure enough on the leftmost side from us was a large rather ornate door it was strangely familiar. we entered and looked around it was dark the air was stale and foreboding. Suddenly the lights came on and my blood went cold for I was staring at a tattered banner that held the words "No Gods or Kings Only Man". I just stood there unable to move or talk.

"Jack would you kindly stop goggling we have to move" Allyn said the urgency in her voice snapped Me back into reality, with new purpose to get the hell out of here.

I suddenly knew what to do I dragged Allyn behind me nearly sprinting down 2 flights of stairs that I just knew were there and full out sprinting into a dark circular room once I reached the room I stopped abruptly. This caused Allyn to run into my back at full speed knocking both of us to the ground. With a cry of pain my head hit the ground causing burning pain in not only my head but my side too. I tried to get up but Allyn was still on top of me so I did what every gentleman does in this situation I just rolled on to my back and pushed her off me...ok not very gentlemanly but she was pressing into bad side and it hurt bad.

"What the heck Jack" she said more annoyed than angry.

"I'm sorry" I said sheepishly "but you were hurting me."

"Oh... no I'm sorry" she said quietly looking at the ground.

Shuffling to my feet and helping her up I said " I'm fine now ok so no harm do-" a boom sounded from upstairs cutting me off. Water immediately started rushing down the stairs and in seconds it was up to our knees and rising fast. Franticly I looked around for a way out then something strange happened suddenly the room was lit Allyn was gone and so was the water. The room I was in looked cleaner and newer than the one upstairs. In the middle of the room was a gold colored mini sub cautiously I edged over to it and stepped inside there were two leather couches on either side of the sub and a leaver between them. For some reason I felt compelled to pull it, so I did. I felt the sub begin to descend. I sat down on one of the couches as I did I noticed that I had a tattoo of a chain going across my wrist. As abruptly as the vision had started it ended I was still descending in the sub and still sitting on one of the couches but Allyn was sitting across from me a looking a bit concerned.

"Jack are you ok" she asked obviously more than just a bit concerned.

Looking up I put on my most convincing smile and asked "yeah I'm fine why wouldn't I be ?"

"We'll as soon as the lights came on your eyes went all glassy and kind of unfocused then well we entered this thing and here we are."

"Not one for detail are you." I said a bit ticked off at her less than satisfactory answer.

"I guess not" she said obviously hurt at my mean comment.

we sat there in an awkward silence until a strange mechanical whirring began and a large moldy and rotting piece of canvas descended over the door of the sub. The lights dimmed this scared the hell out of me if we lost power now we were dead end of discussion. I was relieved to see a projector come out of the wall above the leaver and here some unseen speaker start to play some old fashioned music and then a man began to talk.

I am Andrew Ryan and I am here to ask you a question, Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the man in Washington. It belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the Vatican. It belongs to God. No, says the man in Moscow. It belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture. The canvas rose slowly and my heart nearly stopped at the sight before me.

YAY! (insert assorted party noises here) I finally finished chapter two I re wrote it 3 times before I was satisfied and I still have 1000+ word steaming pile of shit. I had to force myself to write the beginning got into it towards middle and got downright bored at the end. sorry if I disappointed anyone but I'm just better at writing the actiony parts. But still review and the first one to review gets to choose Allyn's first weapon thanks for reading. Now I gotta go before I pass out on my keyboard.