Chapter 7
The walls creaked and groaned under the water pressure caused by the cold Atlantic Ocean just outside. John just silently tromped through the streets of Fort Frolic, heading towards Cohen's. John knew that this Jack fellow would have to get permission from Sander Cohen, the crazy-ass artist, composer and playwright who ran Fort Frolic. John met Cohen, his parents held a dinner party a while ago, and Cohen had approached him. They made small talk, and from what he could gather, Cohen was insane.
John was still not crazy about having to visit Cohen, the man gave him the creeps, but this was the only chance to meet up with Jack and convince him to help find Donna. John strolled down a decrepit hallway. John wasn't sure the way to Cohen's, but he figured, if he kept walking, he would find the exclusive club eventually. John continued walking and did find the entrance to Cohen's. "Hey, whata ya know, It must be me lucky day." He said as walked over to the sealed door, waiting for it to open. The door remained still, "And open" he said. Once again, the door refused to budge.
John frowned and stared at the door. "Must be broken," he said, just before he was about to leave, a nearby short-wave radio crackled to life. What the hell John thought as he strolled over to the radio. He picked it up and hit the "Talk" button. "Um, hello" he said into the radio. There was a pause for moment, before the radio crackled to life. "You Brackett?" the raspy voice said on the other line. "Yes, my name is John Brackett, who is this?" John said into the radio, losing his patience while he spoke.
There was a pause for a moment, before a side door opened revealing a young woman, maybe a year or so older than John. She strolled over to the young man, John hated to admit it, but she was gorgeous. Her tan skin complimented her piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair perfectly. For some reason, she was wearing a black cocktail dress and heels. When she stopped right in front of him, John chocked on the trail of perfume that followed the strange woman. She extended her right hand towards John. "My name is Emma, and I am in dyer need of your help." she said. John took Emma's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Whata ya need done?" John asked. Emma pulled a grainy picture out and handed it to John.
"This is my sister, her name is Sam." She said while John took the picture and studied it. He frowned when he saw the girl in the picture; she looked nothing like Emma, and John thought this was strange, since most siblings looked somewhat related. This girl looked nothing like Emma, which put John on edge, something about this didn't feel right, but he decided to keep listening anyways. "I've been looking for her for a while and I need help finding her." She continued. John glared at her for what seemed like eternity before responding. "If I help you with finding your sister, you'll get me in Cohen's." he said. Emma put on a crooked smile and said "Of course!" she aid as she began walking away, she turned and waited for John's decision, John walked over to her and said, "I'm in, lets get moving."
Sorry this chapter is so short, I'm kinda suffering from writer's block on this story. I'm going to put this story on hiatus until further notice, but make no mistake; I'll finish this story. I've also forgot to mention I don't own anything in the Bioshsock world; all credit goes to Ken Levine and Irrational games as well as 2K Games. The only thing I take credit for is My OCs and this story.