Hey, its me WinLik3aBosS. I just want to say that if you're reading this chapter, be aware that i am still updating the rest. I have a whole new plan on the story line, and the first two chapters don't make sense with the other two. I will update them as soon as i can, but for now, please just comment on the first two chapters. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Plasmids

As the Bathysphere ascended, everyone in the room became more and more apprehensive. Blue lights lined up on either side of the stone walls that cradled the Bathysphere as it was entering its final destination. After what seemed like ages for Aaron, the sphere entered the building's port with a loud gurgling sound. The sphere came to a pause before ascending even further with a sudden halt. A small mist lingered in the area in front of them which Aaron presumed to be the docks. Curiosity took over his mind as he ventured in front of the others to the glass door. He grasped the golden handle, and gently pushed it open. With a silent hiss, the glass door opened upward and presented them a full view of their surroundings.

A stone pier rose out of an open room where what looked like a waiting room was supposed to be. However, time turned the waiting couches and chairs into ruin because of the lack of people to preserve it. But where were those people? Aaron wondered.

A golden fringed carpet lay across the stone pier with golden railings bordering each side. Above the grandeur display, was a red cloth banner that read:

"The Great Chain is guided by Our Hand!"

What the hell was this 'great chain'? Aaron continued to think to himself. He had plenty of questions about this place that he wanted answered. Smells of garbage and rotting corpses reached his nostrils, and gave him a clue that danger was almost certainly ahead.

"I guess we should try to find someone to help us..." Beth said. Darryl was inspecting the Bathysphere's lever, which had been torn off by Curtis. It was clear that it was impossible to fix without proper equipment or skills. Darryl concluded his examination of the broken handle and turned back towards their new world.

"So I was right all along. This is Rapture, and it IS an underwater city." Darryl said. Aaron nodded while keeping his eyes fixed on his surroundings. "We should find a phone, and call someone. There must be somebody on the surface that knows about this, and if they don't, it's high time they found out."

With that, Darryl climbed out of the bathysphere, followed by Curtis, Beth, and Cynthia. Each of them stood outside the sphere in awe. They just couldn't believe that somebody had the money, and the motivation to build an entire city underneath the Atlantic Ocean.

"Uhh guys?" The group turned their attention to Curtis who was crouched next to the small opening between the bathysphere and the docks, "You might want to take a look at this." Aaron held back while Darryl quickly walked forward. As he came closer, he could see what Curtis was talking about. A man was floating in the water that surrounded the bathysphere. His chest was disemboweled, leaving small pools of blood surrounding his corpse.

"I wouldn't take that as a welcome sign. We'd better find a phone fast." Darryl said, as he stood up." Beth and Cynthia stood a little while back from where he was, and didn't dare come any closer after hearing what they heard. Darryl walked down the stone pier into the waiting room. As soon as he set one foot into the waiting room area, thick metal panels that lined the wall in front of them began to descend. Inch by inch, the Atlantic Ocean was laid before them through a thick wall of glass. Darryl decided that they had no time for sightseeing, and moved the group along as they tore their eyes from another magnificent sight. As they walked, Cynthia caught sight of many signs that lay on the floor, reading:

LET IT END!

LET US ASCEND!

And other posters like

WE'RE NOT

YOUR PROPERTY!

'Some sort of riots must've happened here...I wonder why...' Cynthia speculated. Drops of blood were thrown about on the walls and floor of the room, and bullet holes were scattered here and there. One had hit the glass on the ceiling, allowing a small stream of water to pour into the area. Darryl continued to lead the group up a small flight of stairs that led into an open room that was presumably a lounge room.

Another corpse greeted their arrival as they reached the entrance. He was hunched over, leaning against a small statue. Small pools of blood came from his shirt and face. From the wounds on his face, it looked like someone had beaten him with a blunt weapon. Next to his body, lay a wrench. Darryl walked over to it and picked it up.

"Might come in handy." He said to himself out loud. Ashtrays and Garbage cans were at each entrance and corner, with small tables and chairs centered in the room. Foods of all sorts lay here and there, as if some sort of commotion had happened recently.

As Darryl continued to search the corpse, he found that it also had a small rucksack. Darryl pulled it off the body and inspected it. 'Great, now we can carry food with us until we find our way out of here'. He started going around the room, gathering all the food items and stashing them in the rucksack.

Aaron and Curtis wandered the room aimlessly, searching for anything peculiar or interesting. Pictures of hands flashing what looked like lightning were flashing in bright neon lights. Before long, they had reached the top of the stairs and heard music playing,

"My daddy's SMARTER than Einstein, STRONGER than Hercules and lights a fire with a SNAP of his fingers. Are you as good as my daddy, Mister? Not if you don't visit the Gatherer's Garden, you aren't! Smart daddies get spliced, at the Gardens!"

Both young men followed the song to a red and white vending machine. On each side, were two statuettes of little girls. In the machine slot, were a few syringes, each containing a peculiar liquid. Curtis sauntered up to the machine to get a better look, followed by Aaron.

"What do you suppose this stuff is?" He asked him. Aaron hadn't had the slightest idea.

"I don't know. Maybe it's some sort of medication?" Curtis shook his head.

"No, no it can't be. No doctor would put a random medication in the middle of the room and ask people to try it. I think it's some sort of soda, or something." Aaron thought about what he had said. A soda? He got a closer look at one of the syringes. The blue liquid inside had a thicker concentration of that of a soda.

"Hey what're you looking at?" Darryl asked. Curtis and Aaron turned around to see Darryl walking towards them with his rucksack full of food.

"We really don't know..." Curtis acknowledged. All three of them stared at the liquid for some time until Aaron broke the silence.

"Do you think we should take it?" Darryl kneeled down and put the bag before him. He opened it up, and peered inside.

"We have enough room, and enough food. Sure, let's take it." Curtis and Aaron nodded and grabbed the three remaining syringes full of the strange liquid. Suddenly, Beth and Cynthia came running up the steps as quickly and silently as they could.

"There's somebody coming down the hallway! What do we do?" Cynthia panicked.

"Calm down. Who's to say that this person isn't friendly? I'll go take a look and make sure it's ok." Darryl reassured her. Everyone watched as Darryl disappeared down the flight of stairs.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, the smirk that was on his face faded. He had tried his best to look confident and fearless with it on, but deep down, he had a bad feeling about whoever was walking down the hallway. Only silent taps of his shoes could be heard as he crept among the wall. As he reached the door, he slowly peered over. There, walking down the hallway was a man.

He was dressed in what looked like formal clothes, and had a bandage wrapped around his forehead. He held only a pipe, so Darryl guessed that it would be an even fight if things turned south. While the man was still in the middle of the hallway, Darryl decided to make his move.

He slowly moved out into the middle of the hallway, wielding his wrench just in case. The man took some time to notice him, since he was whistling and looking out the window as he walked, but as soon as his eyes rested on Darryl, he froze. Both men stood completely frozen, staring at one another. After a few moments of total silence, Darryl decided it was ok to talk.

"Um...hello?" He asked. The man, still completely baffled by his appearance, just nodded. "I was wondering if you could help us." Darryl continued. Finally, the man snapped out of his confused state, and stood awkwardly in the hallway. Each of them was wary of each other, and ready for a fight.

"Well...you might want to ask someone else...but then again...I might be the only one who might not bash your brains in..." The man said timidly. Then, he raked up his courage, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked defiantly. Darryl shrugged.

"We don't know. We came here on accident, and we really would like to leave." Upon hearing these words, the man snorted.

"Well then, now we have something in common. Everyone in Rapture wants to get out." Still unsure on if the man was safe or not, Darryl held his distance.

"How can I be sure that you're not going to try to kill me?" The man raised his hand to say something, but then held himself back, trying to find the right words. Then, he snapped his fingers and said,

"I'll tell you what. Seeing by the style of your clothing, you stick true to your word. I'll roll my pipe to you, and then we can talk. Deal?" Darryl thought it over for a few moments, and decided this would be the best way.

"Deal. Roll the pipe to me." The man nodded and raised his right hand (the hand not holding the pipe) while he placed the pipe down with his left hand. He kicked the pipe towards Darryl, who quickly picked it up while keeping his eyes on the man. Then, using his hands, he motioned for him to come to him. The man obliged and walked towards him. As he came closer, Darryl noticed that he had no deformities, tumors, or wounds at all. It was as if he didn't fit in.

By the time he has walked to the center of the lounge room, Cynthia, Beth, Curtis, and Aaron were all peeking over the railing to get a better look.

"All right, now that I've proven I'm not going to kill you, may I have my pipe back?" he asked.

"Not just yet. I must ask some questions first. Where are we and where is the nearest telephone?" The man just sighed.

"Jesus man I don't keep track of the telephones around here. Probably down that hallway somewhere. And for the first question didn't you see the presentation?" Darryl furrowed his eyebrow.

"No, I'm sorry, I was too busy focusing on making sure we didn't drown." Marcus frowned.

"Oh, well your in Andrew Ryan's nightmare of a city, Rapture. And by they way, if you want to survive, I'd suggest you get something more than a wrench."

Darryl looked down upon his weapon. "Just who are we fighting down here? Murderers? Gangs? Thieves? Surely your city has a police department. I'm sure they can take care of it." The man just laughed.

"You just don't get it do you?" He shook his head in disappointment. "I wouldn't blame you though, you weren't here for the civil war." At the mention of the civil war, Beth turned towards Curtis and whispered, 'what civil war?'. Curtis quickly pulled her downward at the sound of a small brass pipe being knocked over as she turned. "As for our enemies you were talking about. The city is our enemy, our cage, and our grave. You come here, you stay here, you fight here, and you die here." Darryl still had questions to ask, but he noticed that this conversation had seemed to take a toll on Marcus. He looked downcast, letting his eyes wander the halls of the dead city. Even though he didn't want to trouble their new accomplice anymore, he still wanted to know one thing.

"How did you survive with only a pipe?" Darryl figured that he might have some useful tips, or maybe he was living with a smaller community or something.

"Well, I don't just have a pipe." Darryl became nervous. This was it. He had a pistol in his pocket and was going to open fire any minute. But despite his thoughts, the man actually crossed his arms. "What do I have you ask?" Before Darryl could respond, he disappeared into a small cloud of red smoke. Bewildered, Darryl stared at where he once stood.

Beth however, knew exactly where he was. Right in front of her. He had appeared out of thin air and was holding a small bunch of flowers in front of her.

"Flowers for the lady." He said smirking. Beth, not wanting to feel rude, cautiously accepted the flowers from the man. Aaron, Curtis, and Cynthia were still trying to figure out where he had come from. "The name's Marcus Flynt, but just call me Marcus."