I know this is Bioshock, but I had a really sweet idea for it and thoguht it might make a good story. Let me know what you guys think. Please post comments and "constructive" criticism.
Chapter 1: Recollections
"1959 must not repeat itself. The history of this city is forever tarnished by the memory of this year. Tonight is New Years Eve, and tonight, I sit here alone for the first time in a week. I sent them to the sphere in the Sub Station. They must have time to make it to the surface before the jackal Ryan can kill them. He's already sent his puppets after them, but I dealt with them. So I sit here, waiting for my end to come. The city that was to be the revolution of an era has become my grave. All the inhabitants run through the corridors screaming to the walls. The echoes travelling off the walls is enough to make the blood freeze. They're a lost people, and this is a lost city. I'm going to down this Jack Daniel's before I inject my final EVE hypo into my body. Rapture, is ending. But life must be reborn here; it must carry on once more".
The figue in the dark let the audio recording device drop away to the floor. It would be left there in the hopes that someone one day would find it. He brought a small, square bottle to his lips and emptied it, the dark liquid vanishing into his mouth. Having swallowed it, he threw the bottle against the wall and picked up the EVE hypo sitting next to him. This was his final grace; there was no hope beyond this small vial of blue liquid. He nervously looked up to the door which was barred shut by various obstacles. It was being forced open by the beings outside which had come to claim there captive. As they pushed against the door, slowly forcing it open, the man stuck the needle into his left wrist and drained it of it's contents. If he was going down, he wasn't going down without a fight.
The door burst open and several large, metallic suits appeared in the doorway. On their shoulders were little girls, with long syringes. They had detected the ADAM flowing through him, and the trail had finally led them to his resting place.
"Daddy" one of the little girls whispered to the giant creature, "He's going to be an angel soon".
The Big Daddys, three of them in total, set down their little girls and looked upon their victim. He was calm, resulting possibly from the liquor which had quieted his nerves. Or perhaps it was the hope that the two he had sent to the surface had finally made it. Whatever it was, he looked into the masks of the Big Daddys and whispered,
"Take me then"
The glowing yellow lights in their masks turned red as they charged upon him with their fury. Lightning flew into his palm as he yelled for the entire city to hear,
"Take me then!"
One week ago... Gerain Raosus [geh-rain row-shush] slipped his hand into his pocket to gather some change for the newspaper. The change was elusive as he stood there for several moments scrounging around in his pocket.
"Just fifty cents sir" the paper boy replied, impatience clearly seen in his face.
"Aye lad, just a moment" Gerain quietly responded as he managed to pull out the contents of his pocket.
A couple of quarters were well hidden amongst the pile of his other "treasures". He slipped two of them to the boy whom in turn handed him a copy of the Rapture Times. The paper boy returned to his route as he shouted out the headlines of the paper.
"New leader emerges to head rebels!" "Ryan to seek new ways to develop ADAM!"
Roasus was quite sick of the neverending feud between Frank Fontaine and Andrew Ryan. For all he cared, let someone else run the city and have them both thrown in prison for their troublemaking. After all, it was the scientists whom had discovered the wonders of ADAM, not Ryan. But the people treated him like he was their king, or even something more. It should be left to the people to decide what should become of Ryan and Fontaine.
Roasus headed to the elevator which took him to the Upper Story Apartments. The panoramic view of the entire city and the ocean still took Roasus's breath away. Rapture was paradise, even if they did have some flawed people.
The elevator stopped on the twenty third floor and he entered the narrow hallway, his eyes coming to rest on the second door on the left. He walked up to it and slid his key into the lock above the knob. A small clicking noise was heard as he opened up the door into his apartment. It was comfortable, with a foyer to greet him each time he came in. The glistening, golden tiles on the floor shone brilliantly in the light. Walking through the foyer, one would come to the living room, a large room with several couches and tables. The wall behind it was of pure glass which offered a full view of the city. At night, this was the most enjoyable feature of the place. Heading to the right of the living room was the small hallway which led to the master bedroom and the bathroom. To the left of the living room was the kitchen and the dining room. All in all, a bachelor's dream place to live.
Roasus threw the paper on the kitchen counter and crashed on the sofa in the living room. His mind soon wandered and his breathing became heavy. The article on the front page of the paper, now lying folded on the counter, was one not to be overlooked. It began with these words:
"Atlas, the new leader of the rebellion, has vowed that in seven days, Rapture will be a changed city..."
It's long I know, but I wanted to get some different points across. If there is anything which you think needs work, let me know and I will redo it. I will also consider the possibility of posting chapter 2 if you guys think it's good enough. I request that Oginig would post his feedback especially. I await your judgment good sir
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