I feel cold water all around me and I can't breathe. I try to open my eyes, but salt water stings them. My heart is pounding loudly, and I feel a sharp pain in my head. I try to kick up with all my might and break through the surface of the water.
I hit a suitcase on the way up and force my self on it, so I can get my bearings. I look around for any one, but see nothing but floating suitcases.
"Anyone alive?" I yell and look around, with blurry vision, hoping someone is alive.
"Alex?" I hear Jack's voice, not far from me.
"Over here Jack!" I yell and look around for him.
I see Jack swimming over to me and I try to paddle over to him. Once he reaches me, I let out a sigh of relief. At least I'm not alone, but those poor people. I shake the thought away and look at Jack. He looks fine, no injuries that I can tell.
"You okay?" He asks me.
"Yeah, just my head." I tell him.
"But I can still swim," I quickly tell him, not wanting him to think I'm some weak girl.
"There's a light house, not far off," he tells me and swims of.
I nod and roll of the suit case to follow him. It doesn't take us long to reach the steps of the light house. Once on the steps I look back at the plane. I feel Jack's hand on my shoulder.
"There's nothing we can do now," he tells me softly.
"I know, but how did this happen?" I ask, almost to my self.
"I…Don't know," Jack tells me and rubs his head.
I just nod. "We better get inside, maybe we can find someone to help us out," I say and walk up the stairs.
Jack silently follows behind me. As we walk in, the door quickly shuts behinds us. Lights click on and a giant statute of a man greats us with a sign reading "No gods or kings, only man,"
"How lovely," I mutter.
Jack walks down the stairs and I follow him. As we descend down, I spot a small submarine. I look at Jack, who slowly gets into it. I look around, not wanting to go in.
"You're kidding right?" I ask him.
He grins. "Scared?" He asks.
"No, I just don't want to die in a rusted submarine. If I wanted to drown I would have stayed in the ocean," I tell him almost yelling.
Jack walks over to me.
"You're hurt," he tells me.
"No…" I began then it hits me like a ton of bricks.
My head hurts like hell. I slowly touch my head and winch in pain I look at my hand and it is covered in blood and small pieces of glass.
"Shit, I must have hit the window," I whisper.
"Come on, maybe we can find someone to help you," Jack tells me and gently grabs my hand and leads me to the sub.
I try to glare at him, but I feel too weak. Jack sits me down on a couch in the sub and pulls the lever. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for disaster to happen, but it doesn't. As we go down, a screen pops up on the window. The first thing that pops up is some kind of advisement. Then a picture of a man shows up.
"I'm Andrew Ryan," he begins, and starts blabbing about something about a man should be entitled to the sweat of his brow. I slowly start to black out, the last thing I see is the city of Rapture.
Okay I don't own Bioshock, or its characters, just mine. I'm just writing this for the fun of it, I know there are going to be mistakes and sorry about that. I'm taking a writing class right now, so there will be improvements. ^-^ I will try to stick as close to the story as I can.