A/N I don't own Bioshock.

"Wha...?"

Booker gaped as he looked out of the window. This city was...flying? Floating? He didn't know, but either way it definitely wasn't on the ground. The angel he had seen before was towering over the city, its arms wide and welcoming. The city itself was spilt into different sections. They looked like they were resting on clouds.

It was beautiful.

"Charlie," Booker whispered hoarsely, nudging the girl with his shoulder. Charlie looked up at him wearily. "Look," He nodded at the window.

Charlie took a deep breath, before nodding. She slowly turned around, her eyes widening as the window came into view. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sight before her. "Holy sh-" She blinked in surprise as a blimp flew past. "Where are we?"

"Not Maine, that's for sure." Booker muttered. They both stared out as the pod lowered, showing them a closer view of some of the buildings. One building had a propaganda poster of an elderly man. The poster read 'Father Comstock: Our Prophet.' Booker chuckled at Charlie's quiet "Oh God, floating city of religious nuts."

They both gasped slightly as the elevator 'landed' on a roof. They were barely still for a second before they were quickly descending, in a much more elevator like fashion this time. It was pitch black for a while, before the sun slipped in from one of the windows, lighting up the words in front of them.

Why would he send his saviour unto us, they read as the elevator gradually lowered, faintly registering singing in the background. If we will not raise a finger for our own salvation? And though we deserved not his mercy. He has led us to a new Eden. A last chance for redemption. Charlie's eyebrows furrowed. Redemption? Salvation? Who are these people?

As they lowered, they saw a painting of the prophet leading them to a 'new Eden'. The city's their new Eden? The elevator stopped, and its door slowly opened. Booker sighed in relief as the restraints went back into the chair. Charlie quickly hopped off his lap, holding out her hand. Booker shook his head, and got out of the chair himself. They stepped out of the elevator.

"Oh God, its wet here." Charlie groaned, shaking her foot slightly. Booker smirked, before shushing her.

"We're in a chapel Charlie," he reasoned at her indignant look, "You can't just say that and expect to not be exorcised."

Charlie laugh loudly, surprised at the joke. "Well, aren't you a comedian DeWitt?" She grinned. They walked through an archway, where there was a giant statue of Comstock, his arms wide, surrounded by candles.

They walked around the statue, when a painting in an opposite room caught Charlie's eye. "The Lamb: The future of our city," She read aloud, staring at the baby in Comstock's arms, before shrugging. She looked around, noticing she was by herself. "Booker?" She yelled, running out of the room. She quickly caught up with Booker, who had found a person.

"Excuse me!" Booker called as they walked closer. "Where are we?"

"Heaven, friend." The man responded with a smile. He was wearing white robes, and had his hands clasped together in front of him. "Or as close as we'll see 'till Judgement Day."

"Thanks..." Charlie muttered deeply, before dragging Booker away from the man and around to another room. This room had a giant painting of a woman with the words And in my womb shall the seed of the prophet grow on the bottom.

"'The seed of the prophet'... Huh," Booker scoffed. "So you're what, the prophet's wife?" He walked forwards and flicked through a large book.

"Hey Book, by 'Seed Of The Prophet', does she mean his-"

"Yes, Charlie."

She held up her hands. "Just making sure," The redhead muttered, before spotting something on the floor in a side room. She quickly ran over, splashing herself and Booker slightly. She went up the steps and picked up the device. "Booker!" She called, jogging back. "Look what I found." She pressed a random button, jumping slightly when a voice rang out.

"Love the prophet because he loves the sinner. Love the sinner, because he is you. Without the sinner, what need is there for a redeemer. Without sin, what grace has forgiveness?"

They were silent for a few moments, before Booker coughed. "We gotta find an exit out of this place," Charlie nodded in agreement.

"Wasn't there a staircase near that man?" She acknowledged, nodding in that direction. They slowly began walking in the direction.

"Remember to keep your voice deep," Booker reminded as they closed in on the staircase. Charlie rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, it's not like I've been doing this for two years," She whispered mockingly, before smiling politely at the robed man and walking down the stairs. Booker stared after her, before shaking his head and going down the stairs quickly to catch up with her. When they reached the bottom, the stairs opened up into a wide hall. As they walked down the middle, there were statues of angels holding candles above them. At the front of the hall was a preacher talking to a group of people in white robes. The closer they got, the more they could hear what the preacher was saying. At the mention of Wounded Knee, Charlie turned to Booker.

"Isn't that the one you fought in?" She whispered, leaning up slightly so she could whisper in his ear. Booker nodded thoughtfully.

"Yeah," He muttered, before shaking his head slightly. "Must be a coincidence. Can't say I remember a Comstock, though." He added, before speeding up, Charlie not far behind him. When they reached the back of the group, Booker looked down at Charlie, questioningly. When her eyes met his, he nodded towards the preacher. Sighing, she nodded. They began to gently push their way through the group. It didn't take long for the preacher to see them.

"Is it someone new? Someone from the Sodom below?" He inquired, gesturing them closer. Not wanting to anger the man, they slowly walked towards him.

"Newly come to Columbia, to be washed clean, before our Prophet, our Founder, and our Lord?"

"We just need passage into the city," Booker corrected, gesturing to both himself and Charlie. Charlie nodded in agreement.

"Passage into the city?" The preacher asked, before laughing. "Brothers, the only way into the city is through rebirth in the sweet waters of baptism." The old man looked between Charlie and Booker. "Will you be cleansed, brothers?"

Booker and Charlie looked at each over warily. Booker looked up quickly at Charlie's hat, then back to the girl's eyes. She had gotten the message, if the way her eyes widened was anything to go by. "Hey, we just wanna pass through," She said roughly, looking back at the preacher.

The crowd began encouraging them to go through with the baptism, to take his hand. Booker shrugged at the redhead. "I think it's the only way of getting in, Charles." He said her alter ego name pointedly. Charlie sighed, before nodding.

"Okay," She sighed, pushing Booker forward slightly. "You first."

Booker looked at her disbelievingly, before rolling his eyes. "Fine," he grumbled, reaching out towards the preacher. The preacher took his hand, and roughly dragged him forward. "Hey," Booker complained, but he was ignored.

"I baptize you!" The preacher proclaimed, "In the name of our Prophet. In the name of our Founders. In the name of our Lord!" He pressed his hand against Booker's forehead and pushed down, dunking him into the water. He could faintly hear the preacher talking, but couldn't properly make out what he was saying. As soon as he was pulled up, he began gasping for breath. The crowd began to cheer.

"I don't know brothers and sisters, but this one doesn't look clean to me!" The preacher yelled. Booker looked over to Charlie, noting the slight fear in her eyes. Oh shit. He was pushed quickly under again. When he began struggling to breath, he realized the man had no intentions of pulling him up. The last thing he registered was a feminine voice yelling his name, before everything went black.

A/N Thanks for reading! I'm going to try and update at least every three days while it's the summer holidays.