Hi guys,

I'm here to keep the Bioshock fandom alive! Yeah. Good news first: I'm currently writing the last chapter of this so there will be regular updates =) I hope you guys will enjoy this little story. For me it was a lot of fun to write and I want to thank my friend Selina who not only pushed me by giving me positive feedback but also being critical with me! I hope you'll enjoy it as much as she did ;-)

Everything was dark around him. He didn't know where he was. Was this even real or was this a dream? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was alone, surrounded by darkness which felt unnaturally thick on his skin as if it was trying to crush him. He fought against it with all his willpower by remembering what had happened as if the knowledge itself would free him from his dark prison.

His name was Jack. He had been on a plane. The plane had crashed into the ocean. A Lighthouse – Rapture. He had found this huge city buried under the sea, built by a man to flee the world of parasites as he had called it. What was his name again? It was on the tip of his tongue.

Andrew Ryan.

As he remembered the name of the founder of Rapture, he felt a surge of anger rising inside of him, but he just couldn't remember all the details and therefore he did not know where this anger came from. However, the darkness that kept his body in a tight squeeze seemed to have loosened its grip. He had to progress further into his memories. He needed to get a clear picture to escape this state. What had happened in Rapture?

Andrew Ryan was still dominating his memories, but Jack knew somehow that there had been someone else. Someone like Ryan's enemy he assumed. Or did he know? It was extremely hard to focus, and he couldn't catch the thought which was escaping from him.

There had been someone talking to him the whole time -guiding him, helping him on his way through the scary underwater city. A man - a man with an Irish accent. He remembered his voice. It was friendly, but also determined. He had helped him from the beginning and had asked him to help him in return. Jack tried his best not to lose this thread of memory diving even deeper into it.

Moira – Patrick, two names he had heard before but couldn't tell exactly where they belonged to. Did they have something to do with this man on the radio?

Atlas.

Suddenly he remembered. Atlas, the man with the Irish accent. The man who had asked him to help him find his family and escaping Rapture with them. The man who eventually couldn't rescue his family. The family who had been blown up by Andrew Ryan.

His anger was back, but with it something else. He felt warmth inside thinking of Atlas. He was the only person in this hellhole who had been by his side all the time - practically welcoming him in Rapture and guiding him through it. Without him he would have been lost from the beginning. Even though he mostly spoke to him over the radio he had seen Atlas as a friend whom he trusted - a man he wanted to help. The only friendly soul he had come across in this pool of lunatics running around.

The moment when the submarine had exploded in front of Jack's eyes was one of the worst he had experienced on his journey. He felt guilt deep inside of him for letting his friend down. For not being able to rescue the only thing that had mattered to Atlas. He had sworn to himself that he would revenge his friend and kill Andrew Ryan, the man responsible for the death of two innocent people.

His body felt lighter. He realized the shadow's grip had loosened further, but he was still in a firm hold. He hadn't figured out the whole truth yet, but he was getting closer.

Stay focused, he told himself again, his inner voice trying to calm him. The more he dug into the adventure which he had endured, the more uneasy he started feeling inside. It was not only the darkness surrounding him that tried to hold him in place, now this uncomfortable tugging was added, and Jack had the bad feeling that he would come across a truth he didn't want to know.

Thus, he continued his journey through his memories. He needed to know what had happened after he had left Neptune's Bounty, where Atlas's family had met their horrible death.

Jack still remembered his guilt, but also anger. He knew that Atlas had been the one to stay comparatively calm given the circumstances. However, this had been also the first time Jack had heard him angry. And this anger was directed at Andrew Ryan. And so, when Atlas had asked to help him killing that man it had been his decision, Jack's own free will to do so.

He stopped in his thoughts. Why was it so important to him that he wanted this decision to be his own? Did it matter? Suddenly Atlas's voice echoed through the darkness:

"Would you kindly head to Ryan's office and kill that son of a bitch."

The grip of the darkness around him got tighter again and the memories which had slowly started to return to him, seemed as if they were quickly fading away again as if his mind refused to remember anything beyond this point. He tried to scream to reach out for this little beacon of light in front of him which could only be the truth of what had happened. But the harder he tried the tighter the darkness grabbed him. It swallowed him completely until suddenly everything was just dark. The truth disappearing protected from him by a black veil.

Brigit Tenenbaum sighed. How could this have happened? Just when she thought everything was becoming better, it got worse.

Since her first time in Rapture, or even since her time at prison camp in Germany her whole being had been questioned. She had questioned herself and she had become someone else. Someone better, so she believed. The fact that she was the one responsible for the mere existence of the little sisters haunted her all the time, however, now she fought for their freedom, well or at least for something that would make the little one's lives better.

There had never been the ultimate plan to follow, but with Jack appearing on the scene and him being so kind to her girls, she had believed that something was changing, that something could be done, maybe even escaping this hellhole and start a new life topside.

However, there had still been some people in this so-called city, that caused a threat to this thought. First and foremost, there was Andrew Ryan of course. When it came to escaping Rapture he was the biggest threat, as he was the person who had decided that once you came to Rapture it was a lifetime choice, regardless of the fact that this city was going down the drain.

And there was Atlas. A man she hadn't figured out until now. Why had nobody noticed before that there was something off about this man. Why hadn't she figured out what was going on? She had been working with Suchong and Fontaine for such a long time and she knew Fontaine, what he did and what he was capable of, and still she had not realized what ploy the man had planned right in front of her eyes.

It was her own fault, though. Since she had realized or recognized her motherly feelings or that she had indeed something like a conscience, she had ignored all the bad things happening around her, except from the fate of the little sisters. And so, she just remembered that she did not pay any attention to the fact that the death of Fontaine and the sudden appearance of Atlas happened almost simultaneously.

Now, it was too late to complain about her mistakes or what had gone wrong. It was a fact that the moment Atlas revealed himself as Fontaine was life changing not only for Jack. Her attempt to help him and to keep him save had failed and now she was being held here by Fontaine as well as his mind-controlled experiment of a kid. The situation couldn't be worse.

She didn't know about Jack's whereabouts, but she was held captive in a small compartment. Of course, the only door was locked, and she was pretty sure that she had heard two splicers outside who were supposed to guard her. For now, there was no way out.

It was in that moment when she thought she would die because of boredom and her inability to do something about her situation when the door was opened and no other than Frank Fontaine himself entered. Before he paid any attention to her sitting on something which used to be a nice bed once, he made sure the door was closed and locked again.

"Good mornin'. I hope you had a pleasant stay so far." He started talking in his new invented persona as Atlas. He acted as if nothing had happened like she was just on vacation to visit a good old friend.

"Drop it already. There is no need to keep up this façade like this. I know who you are." Brigit replied, her voice sounding bitter.

"I don't mind speaking like the person you used to know, Tenenbaum. Either way."

It was as if the whole atmosphere in the room had changed. She hadn't believed that his whole aura could differ so rapidly from one second to the other.

"Even looking like that, as soon as you stop acting like the nice understanding workingman with that all too good sounding Irish accent you are revealed. I must admit you are a tremendous actor and Dr. Steinman did a fantastic job on you, especially your face, but beneath all that you're still the old Frank Fontaine."

She really was impressed, there was no way denying it. This whole act he could keep up and then his looks. He really wasn't the same man anymore, at least in a pure visual way.

"Thank you. Even though I'm so used to Atlas now, once in a while I enjoy being Frank again. But isn't it tremendous how I could have fooled everyone, even Ryan himself?" He took one of the chairs and sat down on it.

"What do you want Frank? Where is he?" Brigit had no intention to play along. Yes, he was a clever man and yes what he did was extraordinary in his own cruel way, but she wouldn't give him the credit for that.

"I miss the old Brigit Tenenbaum, before you remembered you have moral doubts about what you do. What happened to our little agreement?" He smirked at her.

Brigit shuddered. She knew exactly at what he was pointing and only thinking about it at the moment made her stomach turn upside down. How could she have ever given in to her sexual needs with this man? At the time it had seemed right, however, now she didn't even want to think about it.

"I don't need anything from you Frank and I will not work for you again. Is that why you keep me here, instead of getting rid of me?"

She looked him straight in the eye, trying to get behind this new face of his. It was still weird to look at this man and thinking of Frank Fontaine. He was still hiding something inside even though he stopped acting like the nice person he pretended to be.

"Don't get me wrong, I thought about killing you the same as I thought about killing the kid, but I think it's just not time….yet."

"So he is still alive?" Brigit burst out before thinking of something else or the fact that her life was on the line.

"Yes, he is. Why do you care so much about him?" Fontaine shifted in his seat leaning forward a bit.

"You know exactly why I do. He's so much more than you think. He is a good person. He alone made the choice not to kill my little ones and saved every girl on his way on that cruel journey you put upon his innocent soul."

"Well I didn't care about what happened to your creepy little creations and even though he let them live Jack became not so innocent in the end. He's a killing machine." Fontaine smirked mischievously.

"Only because you made him into one. Every time you told him oh so nicely what to do with this wicked phrase of yours, he had no choice but to follow. But now, now he knows who you are and what you did to him. There's no way you can keep up with this façade of yours," She gestured with her hand at his whole appearance. "Now you revealed yourself in person and there's no way he will side with you, knowing what you did to him."

The man laughed and it sounded like the time he had told Jack that Atlas was all a big lie and that he was in truth the big bad Frank Fontaine everybody was so afraid of and thought was dead. He let the laughter last for a few seconds as if he was enjoying himself before he answered.

"But that doesn't change anything. He's still my little puppet and I can do with him whatever I please."

Brigit felt anger rising inside of her. There was literally nothing she could do right now. It was frustrating and irritating, but she knew that sooner or later there would be a way for her to help. She just needed to play her cards right and at the moment this meant to stay calm and wait for the right opportunity to arise.

"You're a cruel, abominable man with no heart." She said eventually in a cold unemotional voice, not showing all the feelings inside her.

Fontaine smirked again and then rose from his chair.

"I don't care what you or anybody else thinks about me and be assured I'm not done with you yet, Mother Goose. You will pay for betraying me and you will pay for trying to take away what's mine."

Their eyes met for one last time and when she looked at them, she needed to stay strong, so much menace was radiating from his look. He had become a man even more unpredictable after his transformation to the trustworthy Irishman Atlas. When the man finally left her in her solitude, her thoughts were with Jack again.

He was on his way to his other prisoner, just that said prisoner didn't know he was one, yet, which was mostly owned to the fact that he was still unconscious. His first instinct after his big reveal had been to kill the kid and forget about everything, but then when the time had come, he could not have done it. He wasn't sure what had driven him to change his mind, but he knew that he still needed Jack. He was too useful to just kill off.

Fontaine wondered if the kid was finally awake and more importantly how he would react to him. He knew deep down that there was something else about Jack besides the fact that he had to do everything Fontaine asked of him when using "would you kindly". It actually came to his mind only recently after his talk with Tenenbaum. There was something good in Jack, that's why he hadn't harvested the little sisters and Fontaine was pretty sure that partly Jack had really wanted to help Atlas, that he cared about him. Maybe he could use that for an advantage.

Eventually, he arrived at the room where he held Jack captured. One lonely splicer was there to guard the locked door, but it seemed to be quiet inside. He opened it and entered the room.

There he was. Lying on a bed was Jack, still wearing the same old, now also blood-stained clothes. He looked like he was asleep, however at the same time he seemed awfully uncomfortable as if he was having a bad dream. Well who could blame him after all he had seen.

He took a nearby chair and placed it close to the bed. After he had sat down on it, he shifted his body so that he could focus his eyes on the man.

It was still so bizarre to look at this human being which seemed so normal from the outside, but who Fontaine knew was so different from the inside. What Suchong had done to make him grow faster and to program his mind was beyond everything he had seen in Rapture so far and he had seen a lot.

Suddenly Jack's body shifted slowly, and Fontaine could swear that his eyes were moving too. Was he really about to wake now? It seemed like the timing couldn't be more perfect.

Goose bumps spread over his arms. He felt the excitement inside his body making him nervous. He couldn't tell exactly where this feeling came from, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was more like he was about to meet his newfound enemy, who would definitely hate and try to overthrow him, however unfortunately, like his father he would never stand a chance.

As if preparing for something bigger than a man waking up, Fontaine stood from his chair and took one step backwards. A big smile appeared on his face as he saw the eyes of Jack opening. He seemed confused and tried to adjust his sight to the little light that shone through the room. He blinked several times and had not realized that he wasn't alone.

Fontaine wasn't sure if he should say something or if he should wait for Jack to see him. He decided for the latter.

Finally, Jack seemed to be fully awake and turned his head to look at the other man, but before the man could put on his evil Fontaine persona, he was caught off guard by what the other man said.

"Atlas. Is that you?"

For a moment the Fontaine part inside of him froze and his Atlas persona took over as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"It's nice to see you in one piece, boyo." There was no doubt. Jack didn't seem to remember what had happened in Ryan's office.

Thank you for reading my first chapter =) I've never planned to make a big story out of this. I was just randomly writing something from Jack's perspective and somehow the story started writing itself ^^ Please let me know what you think =) Stay tuned for the next chapter!