"A labyrinth?" Elizabeth asked, sounding a bit confused. She looked around, and it didn't look like anything else than a really weird house. Then again, they had seemed to get lost pretty quickly, so it did make sense.

"Yeah, we were lured in here for some reason," Booker muttered, gingerly laying his fingers on the wall. "No illusions. No trick. This is an actual labyrinth," he sighed, shaking his head a little. "We should get moving. Don't follow any routine, nothing like that… just pick random doors."

Elizabeth nodded and they started making their way through a variety of doors, all of them leading into hallways that looked exactly like the one they had been in. They kept on for a while, but after 30 minutes they were getting quite impatient. Booker walked over to a wall and pulled out a pocket knife, using it to make a mark on the wall. He nodded at Elizabeth, and they started walking again.

It didn't take long until they returned to the mark, quickly coming to the conclusion that they were walking in circles. This was definitely weird. Booker was turning back and forth, trying to figure something out, as Elizabeth gingerly let her hands slide alongside the wall until she reached a big painting. She tapped at it with her fingernail, and a hollow sound emitted.

"Mr. DeWitt," She said, and without waiting for him to turn around, she pushed her foot through the painting. Booker turned and hurriedly walked over to her.

"Great!" He exclaimed happily, helping Elizabeth tear down the rest of the painting, revealing a lit up path behind it. Walking inside, they came to a big hall that was designed exactly as the other hallways they had been in, but there was only one door. They walked through it, and yet again, they were in a hallway. It was long, narrow, and they had to walk after each other to fit. There were no doors, nothing, not for another five minutes.

"Finally," Elizabeth sighed as she saw the door ahead of them. She ran towards it, ignoring Booker's warnings. She flung the door open impatiently, but came to a halt once she stepped inside the room.

"Elizabeth? Eli- Elizabeth!" Booker exclaimed, trying to catch her attention he pushed her to the side and walked into the room. "Jeez, what the hell are you- Oh, holy shit." He breathed, his breath almost being punched out of him as he looked up. The room they were in wasn't very big, and it was dimly lit, but in a glass casing in front of them was something that looked like an exhibition. Behind the glass, on top of a little platform, stood a creature of sorts. It was big, and metallic, standing on two legs. It looked kind of like a metallic statue where it stood.

"It looks like something that belongs deep under water…" Booker uttered, walking closer to the glass as he looked up at the silhouette. Its 'face' had something similar to a metallic cage on the outside. Behind the 'cage' were several circles that could almost resemble lamps. But there was no light in them. Only darkness. Its body was very short, compressed almost, compared to how big it actually looked. One of its arms was just a huge drill.

"Mr. DeWitt, look!" Elizabeth exclaimed excitedly as she circled the glass casing, noticing a tank and a valve on its back. "It's amazing… beautiful." She gasped. Booker looked at the tank and valve before returning to the front, looking at the little plaque that was there.

"Presenting… the Big Daddy, from the deeps of Rapture. What the hell is Rapture?" Booker frowned, his nose wrinkling in confusion. "This is just weird… we need to get out of here."

"I guess…" Elizabeth sighed. "But it's kind of exciting isn't it?"

Booker ignored her. The place was giving him the creeps, and he wanted nothing but to get out of there. If only they could find a way out. Out of the labyrinth, out of Columbia. That's all he wanted. To bring Elizabeth with him, and wipe out his debt. But he somehow felt uneasy about it. As if he didn't really want to take her back there. He knew she would feel betrayed, and hurt, and usually that wouldn't bother him, but it did. And that scared him even more.

"Elizabeth… let's get out of here." He said, and Elizabeth nodded. She did agree, after all. She didn't want to waste any more time on trivial things, though she really didn't mind relaxing with some entertainment once in a while. There was so much to see, so many things she had never ever experienced in her life that she wanted to live. It made her feel so much more alive than she had ever felt before, and she loved it.

…

They climbed the stairwell that they had found pretty easily after leaving the room with the giant display, and they flinched when the strong sunlight hit their face. They were finally back in the city, and the streets were filled with people as usual. Booker and Elizabeth didn't waste any time to figure out where they were, and which direction they had to go to get back on track. It was time to get a move on.

They eventually got to the harbor where they saw several air-ships. "We need one of those," Booker said, pointing at one of the tinier ones. "If we get one of those, we can get to… Paris." He said, just barely avoiding saying the wrong thing.

"Sounds like a plan!" Elizabeth smiled, jumping back and forth on her heels. "So, do we, uh… steal it?" She asked, sounding a bit nervous. Booker only nodded, looking around them. There were many people there, but they had to get it over with. They had to get out of there before they got into any more trouble. What they needed was a plan.

…

The man walked down towards the airships, whistling to himself, a smile playing on his lips all the while. He walked towards one of the tinier airships there and nodded at the man who stood at its side, washing it with some cloth. "Good day," he said, and the man smiled back at him.

"Good day. Enjoying the weather today, are we?" He said, and the man in the vest nodded again.

"Sure are. The sun's amazing," The man chuckled, wiping his brow convincingly. "Nice ship you got there. Looks like you're taking good care of her."

"Of course. She's my baby," he laughed, patting the exterior on the ship before turning to the man in the vest.

"Well, that's great. I got one myself, by the southern harbor. Got some problems with the propels though, so I can't take it too far out. But just having it is nice, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, definitely," the man with the ship nodded, turning his focus to the man in the vest. He didn't even notice the girl who jumped onto his ship and got into the pilot cabin. The man in the vest pointed outwards.

"See that cloud out there? The one that looks like a ball? That's probably as far as I've gotten, I'd guess."

"That's pretty far, though." The man said, sounding surprised. "Sounds like a nice ship." He said. The sound of a ships motor starting could be heard, but the man just assumed it was someone else's. It wasn't. The man in the vest took a few steps to the side and gritted his teeth.

"I'm really sorry about this," he said, and pulled a gun out of his pocket. The other man widened his eyes in fear, and Booker aimed the gun. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet cut through the ropes that held the ship at bay. It didn't take long before it started moving outwards, and the man still stood there in shock, frozen.

"Mr. DeWitt, hurry!" Elizabeth shouted from the ship, and Booker started running down the bay. Once he was beside the ship, he leapt. He quickly seized the gap between him and the ship, rolling as he landed.

"Looks like we made it just in time," he said as he got into the piloting cabin, pointing out the window. Elizabeth poked her head out and saw several guards running down the harbor.

"Yeah, looks like it," Elizabeth replied with a sigh.

"You did great," Booker grinned, patting her shoulder. She blushed a little and nodded.

"You too," she piped up, smiling at him. "So, let's set the destination, shall we?" She said with a broad smile. Booker nodded hesitantly and looked at the panel. He reached his hand out. He had made his decision. Just as he was about to put in the coordinates for Paris, a rocket hit their ship, and they started going down. And down they went, outside the boundaries of Columbia. Down, down.

Elizabeth clutched tightly at Booker's shirt, and he hugged her close in his arms. And just like Lucifer, they fell in flame.

This chapter has a pretty quick ending, and it's honestly just because I ran out of ideas. And of course, I mixed in a little line from Les Misérables, because I can ~ From the next chapter onwards, I'll be mixing in MUCH more from Bioshock 1, but I'll try to make it understandable to those who haven't played it.