Oh my gosh thanks for all the happy comments! This week is finals week and stuff so yea... Also I'm feeling like a very shitty person, so hence why I haven't updated.
Booker/Elizabeth AU. Don't like it? Don't read it. Spoilers may be upon you if you haven't beaten the game.
Booker opened his eyes after a while. He moaned and clutched his stomach. He felt blood trickle out of his mouth.
"Help..."He moaned, "Girl...Lamb...Where are you...?"
"Who are you?" Booker heard. He glanced up at a man with a white beard.
"My name...is Booker..." Booker moaned before passing out again. He felt himself get lifted up and placed on some sort of stretcher. He groaned slightly. He heard muffled voices filling the room as he was laid down on a bed. He felt himself get strapped down and he tensed a little. He felt a woman's hand fall on his arm. He tried to open his eyes, but all he saw was a blur of people.
"Booker?" The woman asked. It was his mother. He moaned in reply, unable to say audible words. He fell limp.
After a while, Booker was able to open his eyes. He looked around, paying attention to his surroundings. It was a very beautiful room with flowers and grass. He glanced towards an old man. The man was washing his hands in a birdbath, talking softly with his mother. Booker carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.
"Careful, lad." The old man said. He glanced over at the man. He was walking over to Booker. He grabbed Booker's arm, and led him to the birdbath. Booker would have commented, however he didn't. He gripped the edges of the bath and stared into the water.
"Are you alright boy?" He asked.
"The girl... where is she?" Booker asked, slightly ignoring what the old man said. The man sighed.
"I don't know. Elizabeth is her name, by the way." He said.
"I figured that..." Booker muttered, "I need to go look for her."
"Well, good luck. The False Shepherd has her now." The old man said. Booker looked at him.
"I'll get her back then." He said coldly. The man looked at him. His eyes were intense. The old man looked away.
"What is your name son?" He asked.
"Booker." He said.
"Last name." The old man said.
"DeWitt." Booker replied.
"My name is Zachary Comstock. I think you and I have a common goal; Elizabeth is my daughter, and I want to get her back. You can help me then?" The old man asked.
"Sure." Booker replied. He got a bad feeling from him, but it was more a faint instinct that gave him that feeling.
I glared at the False Shepherd. I had pulled him out of the water and revived him, but I didn't know why I'd revived him. He coughed and sputtered out water, and looked at me, shocked. I sat with my arms crossed and looked away from him.
"Elizabeth..." He began.
"Don't talk to me." I said, looking at him. He winced back at me.
"I'm sorry." He said, sitting up. I looked away from him.
"Sorry for what?" I asked sarcastically, "Sorry that you killed those innocent people? Sorry for kidnapping me? Sorry you shot the one boy I was able to get a little close to? Or are you sorry that Songbird is coming for you?"
"All of them at once I guess..." He said, "Look all I need to do is pay my debt."
"You're a selfish bastard." I said, standing up. I turned on my heel and began to walk away. I folded my arms across my chest and slumped over a little. I sighed, and looked up. I saw people watching me on the beach. I sighed again and walked towards the building I saw. I went inside and glanced around. I saw a man and a woman standing there, holding two pendants.
"Bird?" The man asked.
"Or cage?" The woman asked. I stared at them.
"You must be Robert and Rosalind Lutece!" I said. The two of them sighed.
"Indeed we are." The woman said.
"Oh right! The bird or the cage... Hm... I personally want the bird..." I told them. Robert nodded and handed me the bird pendant. I put it around my neck and smiled when Rosalind held up a mirror. I heard them bicker, but I was busy admiring myself. I know it was a little selfish, but I didn't have anything better to do. A thought that popped into my head made my stomach turn; The False Shepherd is still catching his breath. I could make an escape to where I could call Songbird. I numbly turned away from the mirror and looked right at the statue of Comstock.
"Tap twice and your friend will come." I mumbled, walking towards it. I got about two steps away before someone grabbed me. I twisted around and looked dead in the eyes of the False Shepherd. I wanted to scream out, but he dragged me along roughly. All I could do at that point was grunt in anger. I yanked my arm out of his grasp and rubbed it. He was going to leave a bruise there. He didn't talk to me though I knew he wanted to tell me something. I walked with him, and a chill ran down my spine. I felt him...watching me. I turned around and folded my arms across my chest.
"If you see something you like, say something now." I told him coldly. He blinked in surprise.
"That look may work on the other girls, but you're going to have to do a whole lot more for me to fall for you." I said, turning on my heel. I felt his embarrassment as I walked along, a slight pep in my step for telling him to shove off. I very seldom did that, and I wonder why I hadn't before. It was wonderful.
"The False Shepherd is loose in our town with OUR lamb!" Comstock yelled over the radio, "You need to keep an eye out for her in particular! The archangel never told me about his...lack of a mark. Now it's up to you to help me locate my daughter! She has brown hair and blue eyes, but that is all I can really give you! Protect the Lamb!"
"Some father he is. Leaving you in a tower." The Shepherd said.
"He came up and protected me from monsters, read me books when I was too young, taught me to read and write, and taught me how to take care of myself. I don't see you talking about your kids, if you have any. And if you do, some father you are." I replied coolly.
"I don't have any kids." He growled, "Not anymore."
"Why not?" I asked, his comment peaking my interest.
"He died." The Shepherd said with a bit of a crack in his voice. I cocked my head, but said nothing. He didn't look me in the eyes, showing me his weak side. I felt...sympathy to the man. I didn't expect myself to, but I did. That didn't change my opinion about the man. I would not let myself get sold by him.
Booker watched as Comstock finished his announcement. He placed the head down and sighed.
"We won't find her."
"Bullshit. She's a smart gal. She'll get away." Booker replied, looking at him. Comstock watched the younger boy, a trace of pain in his eyes.
"You are too young to know what men like he and I have been through." He said, seeming more tired after he said that, "However men like he and I are often the most dangerous."
"I know." Booker said, gripping the rail in anger. How he could pull the trigger on basically a child and not flinch just made him angry.
"Men like him deserve to die." Booker muttered under his breath.
"That's not like you." Booker's mother chimed.
"I hate men who don't flinch as they pull the trigger on a kid." He replied, looking up and folding his arms over his chest. He sighed and turned on his heel. He walked to the Patriot and inspected it while they waited. It was the waiting that was killing him. He liked the girl. She was sweet and nice, from what he saw. She needed protection, but could take care of herself. Booker looked at the back of it.
"Are the gears sticking out on purpose, or is that a design flaw?" He asked, looking towards Comstock.
"Uh...Hm...I hadn't noticed before." Comstock said, "It's from Fink. He knows what he's doing."
"I'm sure he does." Booker replied sarcastically under his breath.