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Bioshock Infinite One-Shot

Hi guys! So this is a small AU that I wanted to write out, it's basically Adam in place of Booker Dewitt and his daughter (if it's a girl) in place of Elizabeth. This is just for fun, so I'm not trying to make this my own. All of Bioshock Infinite belongs to Irrational Games.

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"But it is Allison who shall sow those seeds, not I."

The voice of the so-called prophet rang out from the voxophone.

"I will fall before the job is done. But she shall take up my mantle. The Lord is calling me home. I feel his love in every tumor, because they are the train that takes me to his station. And I go with joy, knowing that Allison will take my earthly place. But the False Shepherd is coming to lead my Lamb astray."

I still didn't understand why they would tell Comstock that I was coming. I thought they wanted the girl. Doesn't him knowing get in the way of that?

"I will not board that train until she is safe from his deceptions."

The voxophone ended, and I stepped into the elevator.

Looks like you're never boarding the train, Comstock, I thought. Because I'm finishing this job no matter what.

I pressed the button, and the elevator rose into the center of the statue.

Where the girl was.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a metal wall, with a lever in front of it. A sign above read SPECIMEN PRESENT, but it wasn't lit up.

Out of curiosity, I pulled the lever.

The metal walls slid open to reveal a bedroom. Not a soul was inside.

Sure hope they didn't move her. I thought. That would suck.

I walked down a hall, where a panel and a door stood.

The panel was labeled as a SPECIMEN TRACKING DEVICE. I turned it on, and the bar that was named DRESSING ROOM lit up.

"Dressing Room." I muttered to myself. "That's where I need to go."

I walked through the door, through a few hallways, and two more doors before finding the next metal wall.

SPECIMEN PRESENT was lit up.

I pulled the lever, and the doors slid open.

There she was.

"That's her." I muttered.

She looked almost identical to...her.

No. I refused to think about her. I needed to focus. Thinking about her went with a late night at a bar somewhere, not on a job.

The girl was holding a picture of something. She paused, and looked straight at me.

I tensed up, thinking that maybe she could see me, and was warned about a "False Shepherd" coming for her.

But she only brushed a lock of hair out her eyes, and then set the picture on her desk.

It must be a mirror to her or something.

She clasped her hands together, and then for a little bit, did this bizarre thing where it looked like she was acting out a script with herself.

I guess when you spend your whole life in a tower, you find your own ways of entertainment.

She picked the picture back up, and I could see that it was a painting of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. She clutched it tightly, and then smiled and ran off.