Alright, this is the last chapter. And I'll say it once again:

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This was it.

This was what Jack had been waiting for. This was what he had been prepared to do ever since he was born. Jack readied himself for the last and greatest fight that he would ever see. Failure was not an option. It was Fontaine's turn to die, and Jack was the executioner. This was his sole purpose in life.

This was his destiny.

"I've come a long way from the scared little man who stepped out of that bathosphere."

Jack stepped into the elevator that would take him to the armageddon of Rapture, knowing what he had to do. The doors closed bringing him closer than ever before to his last stand.

"Or maby...maby I haven't come far at all."

Jack stopped, and for the first time since he had set out to kill Fontaine, he felt unsure. He asked himself the one question that had eaten away at all men who had ever walked in the world of the living. Why?

"Why am I doing this? Tenebaum?"

An image of the doctor's face flashedinto his head. Suddenly, Jack paralleled her guidance to Atlas's mind control.

"Am I still just a slave?"

The moment came back tohim like a wave of water crashing onto a rocky shore.


"The assassin hasovercome my last defence. And now he means tomurder meme. Im the end, what seperates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses. A slave obeys."

Jack stood outside the glass door that lead to Ryan himself. He listened to Ryan's mesmerizing words.

"You think you have memories. A farm, a family, a plane, a crash."

Images of his mom and dad, his home, came rushing back to him. But they seemed so vague. So...unreal.

"Was there really a family? Did the plane crash, or was it hijacked; forced down by something less than a man, something trained to sleepwalk through life until activated by a simple word or phrase."

Memories came rushing to Jack that he didn't know he had. The labs. The experiments. The handgun concealed inide the gift from his 'parents' that he used to take control of the plane.

Ryan stepped out of his office, now leaving nothing between him and the man who had come to end his life.

"Come here, would you kindly. Would you kindly. Powerful phrase...familiar phrase?"

Jack then heard Atlas's words echo inside his head. Would you kindly head to Ryan's office and kill the son of a bitch.


Jack was suddenly struggling to come up with a reason for him killing Atlas other than Tenebaum. Helonged for an explination that would seperatte him from a slave.He never gave any thought to his motive until now. Was it because he wanted to free Rapture from Fontaine's control? No, that wasn't it. Did he want revenge for the lie he had lived and the slave he had been made? No, still not it. The elevator doors opened and Jack set his eyes on the man in the center of the room. As he looked, he realized why he was doing this.

He just wanted to kill the bastard.

Fontaine spoke as if he had already won the battle. "I remember the day that me and the crowd put you in that sub. You were no more than two. You were my ace in the hole...but you were also the closest thing I ever had to ason. And that's why this hurts. Betrayal, kid. Life ain't strictly business."

Jack ran forward and drove the neeedle into Fontaine's chest. "Time to die Atlas!" Jack spoke with all athourity of fate itself.

The battle was long and hard. Three times Jack drained th ADAM from Atlas, and three times he beat him back into the generator. Jack was wounded twice in the process, but he was willing to die if it meant stopping Fontaine. As Jack drove the needle in Fontaine's chest for the fourth time, he was thrown back by Atlas's force. He lay on the ground, helpless as Fontaine advanced on him. This time, Atlas's voice played the role of fate.

"I had you built! I sent you topside! I brought you back, showed you what you were, what you were capable of! Even that life you thought you had, that was something that I dreamed up, that I tattood inside your head! Now if that isn't family,I don't know what is!"

Jack looked up at Fontaine, and spoke almost at a whisper as a small figure crept up behind Fontaine.

"I do. Family means looking out for one another, caring for one another, setting your family before yourself. All you did was use me like a tool. Tenebaum and the Little Sisters are more family to me than you are."

Atlas laughed, and picked Jack up by his throat. The shadow behind him grew closer.

"Remember that I told you that you to mark my words, Atlas. You didn't, did you?" Fontaine showed a puzzled look at first, but then recognition appeared in his eyes.

The Little Sister drove the needle into Fontaine's neck. He pulled it out, but others ran and drained him as well, adn he was soon overrun. Atlas fell to the floor, dead.

Jack exhaled. It was finally over. He couldn't help recalling some of Ryan's words.

In the end, we don't make out choices. Our choices make us.

Jack was glad he had chosen well.