The Lost Love Above | Elizabeth x (m) Reader!

Ghosts of the Past

Muffled gunshots echoed outside, rattling us out of our thoughts. As the elevator slowly descended, I exhaled to see what we were against. Since a banner blocked our widow, we were forced to wait to see what was outside.

When we got an open view of the floating platform, we saw the Vox's airships swooping down on some remaining soldiers still defending the city. Shoulder-fired missiles were launched at the airships, but when they struck their target, it didn't seem to have much effect.

  "Look!" Elizabeth gasped. "The Vox are tearing this place apart."

Though hit multiple times, the airship fired back at the soldiers on the platform. Its battery fired off a few shots, but they were scattered, and a few ended up in our direction. I guess it was fortunate that they didn't hit the cab with all of us in it, but it blew out the tracks below us, and we suddenly stopped as everything shook.

I cursed as I lurched, catching myself before I could fall over. I felt the entire space around me tremble like it was about to give out from under us. Elizabeth wrapped herself around me, pulling me close for support and to keep us steady. Booker managed just fine on his own, which didn't surprise me in the slightest.

As the windows cracked, they eventually broke into shards when another explosion happened nearby. The shock wave forced the windows to burst in, showering us with sharp shrapnel. Again, the cab lurches, and collectively, we shout at one another. "We need to get out!" I call urgently.

I feel Elizabeth squeeze my arm in agreement. "Where do you propose we go, [Y/N.]!"

Her voice has the same urgency as mine, forcing me to react sooner. Suddenly, the weight of the skyhook weighs me down. "I got an idea, but you'll have to hang on to me tightly."

As if on command, I feel her fingers dig into my clothes. I become aware of our exchanging heat and the wind blowing into my face. I step out of the shattered and peer at my options. The cab shakes again, and the battle starts to unravel on the side of the floating platform. I swear I hear bullets whistling over my head, but between the things to focus on, I opt to ignore the whistling and leap after a rail; Booker DeWitt follows closely behind me. We both latch on simultaneously as the elevator breaks free of his jam. Sparks fly as it screeches during its plummet.

I hold onto Elizabeth as tightly as I can while we slide. She's hanging onto me, too, but it isn't enough to make me feel like we're secure on the rail. "We have to jump!" I warn.

  "Well, I'm not going anywhere without you!" She screams.

My heart is thumping, but there's no hesitation. I twist off the Skyrail and land (not gracefully) on a pile of clothing. Still in my arms is Elizbeth, not looking at all damaged in the events of the last few minutes. We regard each other, unaware of how tangled up we are, as we exchange concerns for our health. When we confirm that we have nothing broken and that we have no severe lacerations, we break free of our vice grips and scramble to find out who else is occupying the platform. Booker and I are soon fighting for our lives, and Elizabeth keeps us supplied with ammo and salts to keep us in the battle. It's a terrible routine, but it's simply a part of the job now. It seemed like that even when the Handyman came to fight us.

We crash into a building where everything outside sounds distant. Inside, there's food and water stowed away from the population trying to escape the onslaught of conflict. We were all sticky with sweat, exhausted from constant running, and hungry with exertion. When no one comes looking for us, we figure it's a good enough sign that no one was left alive to come after us. So after 10 or 15 minutes of waiting, we left the little paradise and went onward...

...

...

After a considerable amount of walking and utilizing the Skyrail, we got to the gates of the "Market District," it's closed off with a tall gate and lock, but we have Elizabeth do her magic on it.