Bioshock Infinite One-Shot
Fire burned, raging against the city in the sky and tearing it to shreds along with the blasting lightning. Red marked the streets and buildings as the city was covered in smoke and clouds. No longer could continuous screams be heard.
The city, which once held so many lives and joy, laughter and merriment, now was quiet and dead.
What the girl would rather be.
Strapped to a chair and continuously experimented on, day in and day out...
A new toy seemed to be introduced every day.
And her screaming.
Her constant screaming.
She was being ripped apart mentally and physically.
They claim she is sick.
They claim she is lost.
They claim she will never be free.
But their claims are wrong.
This city was never beautiful.
These people were never truly happy.
She, was never truly happy.
That was, is, and never will be her home.
And he, was never, is not, and will never be her true father.
Where is he?
When is he coming?
They claim he will never come.
But the girl knows he will.
"Where are you...?" Her scratched voice choked out.
"Where are you..."
"Elizabeth. It's time again."
"I don't... I don't want to..."
But they would never listen.
They claim to always be right.
And that she was wrong.
She was sick.
They were making her sick.
Worse than she already was.
They were not fixing her with their constant toys and machines.
They were breaking her.
Piece by piece was she shattering.
It's no use fighting anymore...
"You have to. Don't start this again, girl."
"HA! DeWitt? DeWitt isn't coming. Let that silly thought go."
But... He WAS coming...
Over and over did he die.
Every minute was he dying,
And she could hear his screams of agonizing pain.
They did that to play with her.
'How should we kill him today?' They would think.
'How much should we hurt him?'
It angered the girl.
Made her furious.
Furious beyond belief to think someone was toying with her.
"But... He promised... He..."
"NEEDS you? He only NEEDS you for his debt. He doesn't care about you. He never did. If he did, he would've been here by now, wouldn't he?"
And the truth hurt.
It hurt more than getting cut open or electrocuted.
It hurt more, because, it was what she already knew.
The girl was forcefully shoved to her feet.
Another lie to add to the toppling over pile.
'This won't hurt'
'You'll be fine'
'We want to help you'
'I am your father'
"I WILL FIND YOU!"
"NO!" Elizabeth screamed, shoving the man back.
"NO! YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE LYING! NOOOO!"
A wind began to pick up.
In the enclosed room.
"Grab her! Sedate her if you can! Before it gets too powerful! HURRY!"
"HE'S COMING- HE PROMISED! AAHHHH!"
Men hurried in.
Those disgusting white lab coats always annoyed the girl.
They were always too bright.
Too over powering.
A white canvas...
To spill over with blood.
Every child loved to color, right?
"STOP IT- STOP HURTING ME! STOP HURTING HIM! STOOOOOOP!"
"HURRY UP WITH THE SEDATIVE!"
He was coming.
HE WAS DYING!
And she was falling.
Over and over into the continuous abyss of the darkness.
It consumed her.
Welcomed her again and again like she was some sort of...
Specimen, as she was called.
"Booker..." A dying voice choked out.
"Elizabeth..." A whisper called back.
(Excuse me while I continuously fix and change this.)Written a few weeks ago when my sis was at the end part of the game where you look for Liz in the Asylum.
Listened to this while writing it- www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y72_b3…
I'm actually really proud of this...
I really hope you can read this as I intended it to be read. (That may sound strange, but I mean in the same pace/rhythm I read it in-)
Hope you enjoy <3
Story belongs to me, please do not use without my permission.
Booker DeWitt, Elizabeth, and Anna DeWitt- Bioshock Infinite.