Disclaimer: All of these characters are borrowed from the game Bioshock Infinite, and I do not own or have any rights to them. Oh, and there are major spoilers in this story. Don't read unless you've finished the game.
Second Run - A Bioshock Infinite Fanfiction
Chapter 13: Unhappy Reunions
By ck-pasta
Her head spun in disbelief as a giant hand grabbed Mr. Birch in front of her. Her thoughts clustered as it attempted to decipher what exactly just happened. She stood for quite some time until she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"My sweet Elizabeth -" She quickly turned around and pushed Comstock's hand off, "Get off of me!"
Comstock took a small step towards her, "Elizabeth, you now know the truth. That man was the false Shepherd, and everything he did was to lead you astray. I prayed that this day would not come again, but it did. And you're alright now."
She faced down at the ground, "H-he's my father..."
Comstock was taken back, "My dear child, what lies did he tell you?" She looked back at him with a sense of anger. She stood firm and pointed out of the hole made by Songbird, "He was my FATHER!"
"Elizabeth! That man lied to you so that you would go with him! He is not, nor will he ever be, your father!"
Tears started to form in her eyes, "My entire life is a lie. That's all anyone ever does to me." Comstock attempted to comfort her, and got close to embraced her.
She quickly pushed him off, "I said get off!" A Devil's Kiss started to form in her hand.
Comstock stumbled back as he looked with fear at Elizabeth, "D-did you drink a vigor Elizabeth?! We don't know what that could do to you!" The Kiss started to slowly grow bigger and bigger in her hand, "I know what it can do to me."
Comstock called for guards to come in, and Elizabeth quickly retaliated. The door turned intoa burning entrance. She looked back to where Comstock was, but he was gone. She saw him jumping out of the hole, and she quickly followed. He had landed on a platform below, and he screamed in pain. She watched him limp into the building, and turned around to pursue.
More guards started to flow in, but her fireballs were too strong. Nothing was left other than the ashes of the dead. When she stepped out of the room and Comstock's flagship, The Hand of the Prophet, flew by the windows.
She could feel the salts running out, so she quickly looked for more, but there wasn't any. She shrugged it off and started to pick the lock on the door.
The door swung open and the screams of woman and men alike echoed in the distance. The Vox had started to attack, and it wasn't clear as to who would win. She stepped out and looked for a way to follow the ship, but there wasn't any.
She turned towards the battle field with Vox and Comstock's men to look for a ship. There was a single one down there, and she turned back into the building. She took the elevator down, hands anxious as she played with her missing pinkie.
She wasn't sure if she was ready to do what she had planned, she wasn't even ready to take in all of this. The door opened on the main level, and the gunshots became considerably louder as she approached the bridge.
The Vox seemed to not be making any progress, and Comstock's guard was doing their job. Still, she needed to get to that ship. She looked around for a tear, and found a rocket automation. It opened and started to rain down bombs on the guards and the Vox.
She looked around and saw some salts meant for the firemen in crates. She quickly got a hold of it and drank a healthy amount. She felt invigorated as the surge of energy flowed throughout her body. She looked up at the bridge, and threw a single Kiss towards it. The tear within was opened, and bodies flew from the bridge as it started to collapse, effectively cutting off the Vox from her.
Now that there was less resistance, she slowly made her way to the ship, and realized that she couldn't get to it due to the bridge being gone. She screamed in frustration, and then heard a familiar screech in the distance.
Songbird cut through the clouds, and quickly spotted her. He rushed to get to her, and landed near her, crushing his surroundings in the process. Elizabeth was attempting to get ready to fight, until she saw Booker.
"Elizabeth!" She kept a stern face, and as he walked towards her and she opened a tear near them. An automated robot appeared and pointed its gun at him, but it didn't fire. He stopped walking.
"How did you get him to listen to you." It wasn't in the form of a question, more of a demand.
"I-I just used the whistler. Elizabeth, are you alright?" He took a step towards her, but a bullet hit the ground in front of him, reminding him of the turret.
"Explain how you did it Mr. DeWitt." She crossed her arms, and maintained her stern look. Booker was dumbfounded, and had no clue how to respond.
He looked her in the eyes, scared, "Elizabeth, why?"
She was barely holding the tears back, "Mr. DeWitt, the only reason you're still alive right now is because of what I thought we had. I can clearly see now, that idea cannot be fulfilled. So I'm going to say again, how did you do it?"
"E-Elizabeth, I was going to tell you, I just didn't kno - " A bullet hit him in the leg. Tears started to flow down her face, "Booker, just tell me."
He held his leg in pain, and threw the whistler at her, "The tune is cage. C. A. G. E." She picked it up and walked past him.
"Elizabeth! Why?! I did everything I could to get you back! Just like any father would!"
She held Songbird and turned back to him, "I never wanted a father Booker. Not since I found out both of them treated me like an object."
She played the tune and Songbird flew up with her in his hand and made way to Comstock's flagship. Elizabeth started to bawl as they flew. She didn't wasn't sure what she would do afterwards, but she knew one thing. She had to kill Comstock.
Booker winced in pain as he saw Anna leave with Songbird. His leg was bleeding a lot, and he had no way to bandage it up. He looked around and saw a fire and started to limp over to it. He took a piece of wood and allowed it to catch on fire, and took found a gun lying beside him.
The tip of the gun heated up over the fire, and once it turned a bright orange Booker applied it to the wound. He screamed as the metal touched his skin and sealed the opening. He laid there for a while, not knowing what to do.
His eyes were closed, and he was lying on his back. There wasn't anything he could do, he was stuck. His mind tried to put the pieces together that explained why Anna was so mad. He just didn't get it. So what if I'm her father? I still saved her from Comstock. I did my best, and I thought we could walk out of here.
A hum started to grow louder, and he opened his eyes and saw Vox in a ship coming towards him. It docked near the edge of the collapsed bridge, and they started to get out. Booker counted seven of them, and waited until they passed for him to move.
When they passed, his slowly got up and looked around. He managed to scavenge a carbine from amongst the dead, and tip-toed over to their ship. He jumped on and opened the door for the controls, and a man was in there and they stared for a couple of second. The man started to scream and Booker shot him, but not before the others heard.
The seven Vox started to run back and shoot at Booker, and he quickly tried to figure out the controls. He managed to raise the ship higher up into the air, just enough so that the Vox couldn't reach it. He aimed around the edge and started to shoot at the Vox. This little firefight lasted for a few minutes, but Booker disposed of them.
Once bullets no longer distracted him, he went back to the cockpit and looked at the controls once more. He managed to punch in some coordinates and the ship started to fly in the same direction Songbird went.
He constantly had to watch around him, because he wasn't sure what Anna had gone after. He had been flying for a while before distant explosions caught his attention. Bright flashes of light came off in the distance, and he changed the course of the ship towards.
When he got closer, it became more clear that the lights weren't explosion, they were electricity. He focused his eyes on the ball of light, and saw a lone figure in the middle. He couldn't make it out until he was almost here.
In the center of the light was Anna. Arms spread apart and yelling a scream that pinched Booker's ear. He started to panic, and attempted to make the ship go faster in any way he could. A mysterious machine was on top of the main deck of the Hand of the Prophet, and he realized what it was. A Siphon.
It took her a while to gain her composure once more. They'd been flying for what seemed like forever, and her eyes were completely dried. She didn't know if it was the right decision to leave Booker like that, even if he wasn't a Kylar to her anymore. He was still her father, a real one who actually showed compassion towards her, unlike Comstock.
She shook her head and remembered why she was here in the first place. He gave me away to pay off some debt. He had his chance with me, and he gave it away.
A figure in the distance brought her back to reality as Comstock's ship came into view. She took deep breaths as she prepared to confront Comstock. Songbird landed on the top deck, and punched a hole in the cockpit. Comstock stood there, unafraid of his creation.
A golden statue started to hum a tune, and Songbird immediately dropped Elizabeth, and she got up, dusting herself off. She pulled out her whistler and started to play the tune Booker had mentioned, but Songbird didn't obey, "Child, have you not learned? I cannot be beaten. So why continue to resist? Join me Elizabeth, and together we'll cleanse the world!"
She threw the whistler down and angrily turned to Comstock, "Cleanse the world?! From what? The innocent people!? The people who don't steal another man's child?!"
"My child, you truly are stubborn headed. There's no way you can win my Elizabeth. Either you willingly follow me, or I force you to. There's only one ending to this story, child. And it's you standing at the head of this ship as the world burns."
"You can't decide what I do with my future. No one can." She started to form a Devil's Kiss in her hand, but Songbird grabbed her from behind, dousing the flames and subduing her.
Comstock nonchalantly approach her, "You see Elizabeth? Why resist? You can't do anything, not on your own. Only with me can you truly be great."
"I'd rather be dead than be with you!"
"If you wish my child." He waved his hand at Songbird, and then sat down at his chair, hands interlocked and holding his head up. Songbird turned around and held Elizabeth over a machine. She wasn't sure what it was, but a flash of light came around her, and suddenly all of her power drained away. She screamed as her very soul was being sucked away by this machine.
"Such as a lion watches their child get hurt, it pains me to see you like this. but you did this Elizabeth, you did this. Even if you would not stand by me, you will watch as I use your power to destroy the world, and drown in flames the mountain of man!"
She was completely immobilized. She struggled, but that only made the pain worse, and knowing that Comstock would use her to destroy everything didn't make it any better.
She heard a crash behind, but couldn't see what had happened. In the next moment, she was on the ground with Booker holding her by the hip. They both looked back at Comstock, and anger was written all of his face. He pointed a single finger at the two, and Songbird came up from the clouds and dashed for them.
They exchanged no words, and Booker picked her up and helped her. They came to the edge of the ship not knowing what to do, but Songbird was close, and there was only one thing they could do. Jump.
Air rushed past Booker's face as the two of them fell across the dark sky, "Elizabeth! Open up a tear! Do anything!"
She frantically looked around, but nothing was close. As they fell past the cloud line, she saw a tear under them, and opened it. The two fell on a blimp, and the balloon softened their landing, but they couldn't get a good grip. They slipped down the side, and continued to fall towards the Earth beneath them.
The two closed their eyes as before they hit the material below. Water started to fill his lungs when he realized where they'd fallen. He swam towards the surface of the water, and saw Anna in the distance. He swam towards her and held her in his arm.
He looked around, and saw the coastline not too far off. He began to swim towards it, Anna in one hand and using the other to push himself forward. It took a hefty amount of minutes before he reached the shore, and by the time he did he was completely out of energy. He dropped her on the sand, and fell on his back beside her and closed his eyes.
When he came back to consciousness, he looked beside him and Anna wasn't there. He looked around, and she was standing behind him, drying off her clothing. He stood up, and walked over towards her, "Elizabeth, are you alright?"
"I'm alright Mr. DeWitt, now please, don't follow me anymore."
"Elizabeth, why?"
She stopped drying her clothing, "Mr. DeWitt, you fooled me. You told me a tale of a heroic man trying to save his own daughter just to make yourself looked better when, or if ever, you told me the whole truth. But even worse, you led me on."
He stepped closer, "Look, I'm sorry, alright? I was going to tell you, but the time was never right."
She looked up at him, tears starting to form, "Booker, I loved you. I loved you more than any woman should love a man. I was ready to die for you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell me the truth. To end the charade. No, you had to have Comstock do that for you."
Booker grabbed her hand, "Elizabeth, we can still be together. We can go anywhere you want."
She violently shook his hand off, "You know that it's not the same! I saw you in ways a daughter should never see their father! I wanted more! I still want more..."
She sat on the ground and put her hands on her face and started to cry. Booker didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to comfort her. He sat down beside, and hugged her as she cried. She didn't resist this time, and willingly leaned on him as he stroked her hair.
"Elizabeth, I'm going to make this right. I promise you." She sniffed as she gently pushed away from him, "That is an oath you cannot keep." She stood up and started to walk away.
"Elizabeth! Where are you going?" He ran up to her again and grabbed her hand to turn her around.
"I'm going to Comstock."
"Why? Paris, Elizabeth, remember Paris? We can go there right now."
"Booker, Comstock won't stop until the world is united under him. I cannot allow that to happen. I need to stop him."
"I won't let you Elizabeth." She turned around at him as a tear opened up behind her. A tornado was rapidly closing in on both of them, "Really Booker? And what are YOU going to do to stop me?"
"Nothing. I'm going to do it for you."
Okay, before I say anything else, I just want to say that I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo sorry for not posting in a long time. Finals are coming up, and I've been studying my butt off. I didn't want to work on the story during that, because I would feel rushed and the story would be the same quality as before.
Once again, I'll have to apologize if it becomes a once a week post. BUT in two weeks (mainly after May 18th), I'll be out of finals (although I still have a couple of days left), and I'm going to make this story, and I'm going to end it.
Mostly, these have been at an average for 2.5k words, but I plan on making at least the last 5 chapters 10k each, so get ready for that :D