Rapture 1960
Below the ocean waves lies a city.
A city known as Rapture.
Even though it's lights shined bright as a sign of paradise, Rapture has begun it's demise.
Cries echoed off the nursery's walls.
It was dark, the only source of light was the ocean's blue hue and the occasional electrical flash of wires that have gone haywire.
The cries seemed to get louder, and no one was around to hear them...
Or... was there?
The sound of slender feet pattered against the cold floor, a form in a tattered hospital gown peeked from around the corner. She glanced down the hallway that lead towards the nursery, towards the cries...
A bright yellow light shined from her helmet as she walked slowly down the hallway, stopping in front of the nursery's entrance.
The girl hesitantly stepped inside, the cries becoming more erratic with each step she took.
The nursery walls were covered in faded drawings and pictures that hanged loosely, long forgotten by those who'd drawn them...
The withered girl's yellow light fell upon a crib in the farthest corner of the nursery.
As she got closer and looked within, she could see the small wiggling form of a baby girl inside.
The girl tilted her head to the side as the baby cries stopped when it noticed the yellow beam of light engulfing her as the withered girl looked down at her.
As the withered girl looked down at the baby, it's little arms raised upwards, reaching for her.
She, however, was surprised by this.
She was instructed NOT to leave the facility under any circumstances.
And yet, here she was, staring down at a small infant who wished to be picked up by her.
She reached down and gently picked up the baby, wrapping her arms around it so she had it secured.
Once the baby was in her arms, it immediately cuddled up to where her shoulder and helmet met, making a small cooing sound.
Time froze for the withered girl, her mind was buzzing and she felt a certain lightness within her chest rise out of her.
What was this?
She looked down at the little one in her arms. The baby looked up to her and when she placed her little hand on the withered girl's helmet, the yellow light turned to a bright pink as it beamed from her helmet...
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A dark shadow from below the ocean waves crept along the floor, stretching itself out into a monstrous form of a scuba diver...
A bright red light engulfed the infant and the withered girl...
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A Purpose | Bioshock
FanfictionEverything has a beginning. Even some of the most sickening creatures alive have a beginning to their story. But yet, what is a beginning worth of there is no point? No purpose? Even some of the most vile monsters have a purpose.
