The Rapture Dream (Fanfic)

[themaster]

READ THIS FIRST!!!

Now guys and gals, you may know me for being lighthearted about Rapture's views in the past (Bioshocked, Rapture Revealed), but that doesn't mean I can't throw together a serious fanfic about Bioshock.

I just really, really wanted to write a fanfic, and practise my writing for the future, and I think this was how to do it.

Please note that the plot is entirely spur-of-the-moment, and if it sucks, it's just cause I wanted to write a fanfic desperately.

I give you no guarantees of the life of this fanfic. I have a moderately busy life, guys.

Please throw some constructive critiscm my way if it sucks, and please please tell me how well I can write... OK... here we go:

[themaster]

Chapter One

The letter came a week before my birthday. My father had been silently eating his breakfast when the sound of the flap opening rang out through the hall and into the otherwise silent kitchen.

My father didn’t bother getting up at first. He turned his head to the hall, and saw the letter lying stationary on the ground in front of our door. He looked at me, as if he were waiting for me to retrieve it, but knowing that he couldn’t rely on me to do household chores, he slowly heaved up his body, layers of fat cascading down from below his waist, and hobbled down the hall to pick up the letter. His heavy body creaked as he slowly and awkwardly reached out his hand to grasp it.

“Who’s it from?” my mother shouted from upstairs. Her shrill voice echoed downstairs, through our house’s wooden walls and floors, and sounded ghostly as it reached me.

“Erm.... I don’t know. There’s no return address.” He said. There was bafflement in his voice as he fingered the letter, spinning it around to see if there was anything on the back.

He hobbled back down the hallway and into the kitchen, and laid the letter in the middle of the table, as if it were some precious relic. My mother’s footsteps sounded like gunshots as she walked down the wooden stairs in high heeled boots.

My father waited for my mother to enter the kitchen as he took the letter and held it in his hand again.

“Leigh... could you hand me a knife?” he asked, the tiredness and hoarseness in his voice making anything he said difficult to listen to.
My mother silently opened the cupboard and took a knife from the top shelf, and handed it to my father. I remember feeling curious, but there was a very clear sense of foreboding in the air. My father took the knife, and began to cut the top of the letter open.

My father slowly and carefully took the paper from inside the envelope and read it to himself before letting either of us see. His face turned white and his pupils shrank as he read the letter. His eyes slowly opened in shock. He blinked to himself and placed the letter down on the table, for me and my mother to read.

“Dear Mister Michael Albert,
My name is Nicholas Anthony. I am a representative of Mr. Andrew Ryan, founder of the City of Rapture. Mr. Ryan and I believe that you are of a high enough standard to meet that of the City of Rapture’s. Mr. Ryan and I, along with various others of Rapture’s great minds have decided that you would be a welcome addition to Rapture’s citizens, due to the many feats and achievements you have under your belt in the field of entrepreneurship.

We feel that your ability to handle big issues and your professionalism will fit in with Rapture’s hectic society, and would recommend that you start a company down in Rapture, one that would help our citizens go about their daily business easier.

Rapture’s location is a challenging one, and I fully understand if you do not wish to undertake any relocation to Rapture, but I assure you, this is not a joke, and we here in Rapture would appreciate your company.
If you do wish to come to Rapture, I will meet you at 8:30 AM tomorrow morning with your family at Maythorpe harbour, close to your current dwelling, with your family. Travel light, and only bring your most prized possessions, and as much money as you can.
Yours sincerely,
Nicholas Anthony, 1958”

I read the letter in silence. The world fell apart all around me. I knew my father. He would fall for this joke one hundred percent. Any chance to make new money, my father would go for, not even thinking of it as a joke. He was a gullible man, and he was very brazen about it.

My mother and I looked up at him, hoping to see a look of bafflement, but instead saw that his face had gone from white to extremely flushed, and that there was a light in my father’s eyes. My heart sank. I knew that we were going to completely fall for what seemed like an obvious prank.

The cold winter morning echoed my mood perfectly. We hadn’t lived in this house for a year, and we were moving again. This time, somewhere I had never heard of. All my friends lived locally and my school was only around the corner from this house. Now, we were leaving our dwellings again?

With a heavy heart, I watched my mother and father gawk at the letter. My mother looked doubtful, but I could see that my father was slowly convincing her otherwise.

My mind began to go blank, and I began to drift away from the world until I was interrupted by voices.

“David... David?” came the voice of my mother.

“Oh... yeah... what?” I muttered.

“Are you excited? A new place to live! A new beginning! Away from this rotten place! And your father will have such huge business opportunities in this city...”

He had succeeded in convincing my mother.

I sighed. “Yeah... I guess it’ll be nice living in another country....”
My father looked at me. “Another country?”
“Well, if he says he wants to meet us at the harbour, then I guess we’ll be crossing the sea...”

My father nodded and smiled. “You’re right. Who knows? It could be an even bigger business opportunity, if it were overseas....”

I couldn’t take the talk any more. I stood up quietly and walked out of the kitchen, and up to my room. My world was crashing down on me. I didn’t want to go this stupid city, but my father, who only wants more and more money, would go to hell and back for a cheap buck.

I fell down on my bed, the cold winter air biting into my face from the open window, and closed my eyes, barely half an hour after I had woken up. The snow began to fall as I descended into sleep. My last sleep unaware of the danger ahead of me.

I remember replaying one phrase over and over in my head. It just came to me like a bolt from the blue as I tried to sleep.

Welcome to Rapture....

[RaptureWillBeReborn]

Chapter One

The letter came a week before my birthday. My father had been silently eating his breakfast when the sound of the flap opening rang out through the hall and into the otherwise silent kitchen.

My father didn’t bother getting up at first. He turned his head to the hall, and saw the letter lying stationary on the ground in front of our door. He looked at me, as if he were waiting for me to retrieve it, but knowing that he couldn’t rely on me to do household chores, he slowly heaved up his body, layers of fat cascading down from below his waist, and hobbled down the hall to pick up the letter. His heavy body creaked as he slowly and awkwardly reached out his hand to grasp it.

“Who’s it from?” my mother shouted from upstairs. Her shrill voice echoed downstairs, through our house’s wooden walls and floors, and sounded ghostly as it reached me.

“Erm.... I don’t know. There’s no return address.” He said. There was bafflement in his voice as he fingered the letter, spinning it around to
see if there was anything on the back.

He hobbled back down the hallway and into the kitchen, and laid the letter in the middle of the table, as if it were some precious relic. My mother’s footsteps sounded like gunshots as she walked down the wooden stairs in high heeled boots.

My father waited for my mother to enter the kitchen as he took the letter and held it in his hand again.

“Leigh... could you hand me a knife?” he asked, the tiredness and hoarseness in his voice making anything he said difficult to listen to.
My mother silently opened the cupboard and took a knife from the top shelf, and handed it to my father. I remember feeling curious, but there was a very clear sense of foreboding in the air. My father took the knife, and began to cut the top of the letter open.

My father slowly and carefully took the paper from inside the envelope and read it to himself before letting either of us see. His face turned white and his pupils shrank as he read the letter. His slowly opened in shock. He blinked to himself and placed the letter down on the table, for me and my mother to read.

“Dear Mister Michael Albert,
My name is Nicholas Anthony. I am a representative of Mr. Andrew Ryan, founder of the City of Rapture. Mr. Ryan and I believe that you are of a high enough standard to meet that of the City of Rapture’s. Mr. Ryan and I, along with various others of Rapture’s great minds have decided that you would be a welcome addition to Rapture’s citizens, due to the many feats and achievements you have under your belt in the field of entrepreneurship.

We feel that your ability to handle big issues and your professionalism will fit in with Rapture’s hectic society, and would recommend that you start a company down in Rapture, one that would help our citizens go about their daily business easier.

Rapture’s location is a challenging one, and I fully understand if you do not wish to undertake any relocation to Rapture, but I assure you, this is not a joke, and we here in Rapture would appreciate your company.
If you do wish to come to Rapture, I will meet you at 8:30 AM tomorrow morning with your family at Maythorpe harbour, close to your current dwelling, with your family. Travel light, and only bring your most prized possessions, and as much money as you can.
Yours sincerely,
Nicholas Anthony, 1958”

I read the letter in silence. The world fell apart all around me. I knew my father. He would fall for this joke one hundred percent. Any chance to make new money, my father would go for, not even thinking of it as a joke. He was a gullible man, and he was very brazen about it.

My mother and I looked up at him, hoping to see a look of bafflement, but instead saw that his face had gone from white to extremely flushed, and that there was a light in my father’s eyes. My heart sank. I knew that we were going to completely fall for what seemed like an obvious prank.

The cold winter morning echoed my mood perfectly. We hadn’t lived in this house for a year, and we were moving again. This time, somewhere I had never heard of. All my friends lived locally and my school was only around the corner from this house. Now, we were leaving our dwellings again?

With a heavy heart, I watched my mother and father gawk at the letter. My mother looked doubtful, but I could see that my father was slowly
convincing her otherwise.

My mind began to go blank, and I began to drift away from the world until I was interrupted by voices.

“David... David?” came the voice of my mother.

“Oh... yeah... what?” I muttered.

“Are you excited? A new place to live! A new beginning! Away from this rotten place! And your father will have such huge business opportunities in this city...”

He had succeeded in convincing my mother.

I sighed. “Yeah... I guess it’ll be nice living in another country....”
My father looked at me. “Another country?”
“Well, if he says he wants to meet us at the harbour, then I guess we’ll be crossing the sea...”

My father nodded and smiled. “You’re right. Who knows? It could be an even bigger business opportunity, if it were overseas....”

I couldn’t take the talk any more. I stood up quietly and walked out of the kitchen, and up to my room. My world was crashing down on me. I didn’t want to go this stupid city, but my father, who only wants more and more money, would go to hell and back for a cheap buck.

I fell down on my bed, the cold winter air biting into my face from the open window, and closed my eyes, barely half an hour after I had woken up. The snow began to fall as I descended into sleep. My last sleep unaware of the danger ahead of me.

I remember replaying one phrase over and over in my head. It just came to me like a bolt from the blue as I tried to sleep.

Welcome to Rapture....

*gasp*

I'm in it!

Me, Nick Anthony!

I'm a main character!

Yay!

[themaster]

*gasp*

I'm in it!

Me, Nick Anthony!

I'm a main character!

Yay!

I needed a character name....

[Gin Ichimaru]

just read it wow can I have a Cameo

[themaster]

Yeah. You'll be Liam not Gin though.

[Gin Ichimaru]

Yeah. You'll be Liam not Gin though.

make sure I sing "Jesus loves me"

[themaster]

Um... sure. I'll try.

[Gin Ichimaru]

Um... sure. I'll try.

As for advise. Be carful. I cracked and ended a perfectly good fanfic.

[themaster]

...how? What should/shouldn't I do?

[Gin Ichimaru]

...how? What should/shouldn't I do?

You fanfic is good I need an a few chapters to get a good grip on it thought. But just remember its easy for the first few chapters then it gets harder and harder.

[themaster]

...I have written up to chapter 4, but I've only posted Chapter 1.

[Gin Ichimaru]

...I have written up to chapter 4, but I've only posted Chapter 1.

wow Why dont you post 2 and 3

[themaster]

Cause I want to make my reader(s ?) wait!

[Gin Ichimaru]

Cause I want to make my reader(s ?) wait!

your evil

[themaster]

your evil

.....Hm.....

Don't want to give that impression....

[Gin Ichimaru]

.....Hm.....

Don't want to give that impression....

JK JK but I think you should post the 2nd one as kinda a pilet.

[themaster]

Hm.........

[Gin Ichimaru]

Hm.........

well can you pm the chapter befor you post it.

[themaster]

Chapter 2
When I woke, my mother was standing over me, waving her hand over my head.

“David... David! Wake up!”

I opened my eyes and looked around. My room was empty. All that remained was my bed. All the shelves had been taken down, and the curtains had been replaced with the ones that had been there when we first moved in. There was a faint morning light shining in. I looked at my watch. 6:30, it read.

Suddenly, I remembered everything. Rapture. The letter. The harbour. My father. Confused and tired, I sat up and looked at my mother’s face. She looked like a different person. Her eyes were lit up and her face was flushed with colour and excitement.

I wiped my eyes and looked at my mother.

“Mother... are you sure about this?” I asked, hoping that I could use this hour to show her reason not to embark on this unknown journey.

My mother smiled and ruffled my hair.

“David... don’t worry. Your father and I are used to moving, and this deal seems good. Free accommodation, almost guaranteed earnings and instant respect! Now, I’m sure you’d accept a deal like that!”

I stared at my mother, trying to hide the resentment in my eyes. Less than twenty four hours ago, I had respected her and my father.... a bit. But now, their inner beasts had been revealed. They were going to whisk me away from this place, this town, the town I’d grown up in, and bring me to some city I had never even heard of, to some city THEY had never heard of.

“David... be ready in ten minutes. We have to go.” Her voice was suddenly icy, and full of malice. It may have been something I said.
I climbed off the bed and saw my clothes laid out for me on the floor. My best clothes. A suit, a tie, and long black shoes. My mother was obviously taking it seriously.

Slowly and reluctantly, I pulled on the clothes, and walked sleepily downstairs into the kitchen. It, like every other room in our house, had been stripped bare, and I could see my father, his fat face lit up and full of life and anticipation.

“David, great to see you! Your mother’s packed the bags. We’ve told your friends that we’re moving away.”

“What?!” I said, completely awake now.

“We told your friends that we were moving. They were a little disappointed, but wish you all the best for the future!”

My insides were burning up with absolute rage. My father, the pig he is, had to go and tell my friends I was going, didn’t he? I wanted a quiet exit. I never wanted to be displayed as leaving, but here he is, totally exposing me... he loves to put the attention on this family... he loves it!
He turned his attention away from me, and instead looked at my mother.

“Leigh, are we ready?” he asked, his voice anxious and excited.
My mother grinned manically at my father and nodded. “Yes, honey, come on. Mr. Anthony will be waiting for us!”

My father peered through all the doors in our downstairs and nodded.

“Yes... everything’s been taken. We have everything here.”
I suddenly noticed five or six large cases sitting by the wooden door. The cases were worn and close to breaking, with hinges glued or taped together. They’d been worn from all the places we’d moved to before.
I’d lived in New York all my life. Suddenly, I was being whisked away to this Rapture place. I thought it felt fitting that the city was named Rapture. It was my rapture, anyway.

My mother and father walked out the door and signalled for me to follow.

“David! Stop daydreaming! Come on! It’s already seven! Mr. Anthony will be waiting!”

I stomped out the door, my feet creating deep imprints in the snowfall from the last night. The snow continued to fall, but only lightly, and it slowly refilled the hole my foot was making.

I looked up in disbelief.

“Where’s the car?” I asked.

“I sold it. We won’t need a new one ‘till we get to Rapture. I can use the money I made on selling it to pay for a new one.” Said my father, “It’s only a short walk to the harbour anyway.”

We trudged in the snow, leaving our prints behind us, a monument to our presence until the snow came and filled it in, after we had left. Ironic. Even the weather knew how to behave in relation to my mood.

As the harbour came into view, the time ticked away. As we stepped onto the wooden quay, it had gone 7:30. There was only one boat in the harbour. It was a small, private boat, painted bright green with gleaming black letters which claimed the name of the boat was “Conquest”. A shadow could be seen from inside the boat.

The shadow had seen us. It moved from the inside of the boat and a tall man with long brown hair stepped out. He was wearing a black jacket and a grey shirt underneath. He looked hardened and there was a grin on his face as he saw us.

He held out his hand to us as he saw us.

“You must be Michael Albert... truly sir, it is an honour.”

My father blushed and held out his fat, pudgy hand.

“You must be Nicholas Anthony, then.” He said.

Anthony nodded. “Yes. And I see you’ve brought your family like you requested. Now, Mr. Albert sir, how much money did you bring?”

My father grinned a manic grin and proudly proclaimed, “Over 100 million”.

Anthony looked made up. He smirked and patted him on the back.

“I already like you, Mr. Albert, sir! What’s your wife named? She’s a looker!”

My father looked offended for a moment but smiled again and raised his hand.

“Her name’s Leigh, and she’s mine! This is David, my son, hopefully he will take over my businesses when I’m gone. Isn’t that right, David?”

“Yes...” I sighed. I never had any intention of taking over from my father. All paperwork and infamy.

Anthony held out his hand to me. I shook it.

“Hopefully you can live up to the reputation your father’s gained over the years. It’s always good to have a proven successor... Ryan will like that.”

“I hope I can’t live up to the weight my father’s gained over the years” is what I remember thinking when he said that. Screw Ryan. He was the fault I was doing this... his fault and my father’s.

“Now, let’s not waste time. I can’t wait to show you Rapture....” said Anthony.

We climbed aboard the Conquest.

Anthony sat down in the Captain’s chair, and started it. I opened up my case, looking for something to read. I came across my copy of Other Voices, Other Rooms, and read for about ten seconds, but I realised all efforts would be in vain.

We began to leave port, and I looked back at where I used to live. I was sure I’d never see it again.

[Gin Ichimaru]

Chapter 2
When I woke, my mother was standing over me, waving her hand over my head.

“David... David! Wake up!”

I opened my eyes and looked around. My room was empty. All that remained was my bed. All the shelves had been taken down, and the curtains had been replaced with the ones that had been there when we first moved in. There was a faint morning light shining in. I looked at my watch. 6:30, it read.

Suddenly, I remembered everything. Rapture. The letter. The harbour. My father. Confused and tired, I sat up and looked at my mother’s face. She looked like a different person. Her eyes were lit up and her face was flushed with colour and excitement.

I wiped my eyes and looked at my mother.

“Mother... are you sure about this?” I asked, hoping that I could use this hour to show her reason not to embark on this unknown journey.

My mother smiled and ruffled my hair.

“David... don’t worry. Your father and I are used to moving, and this deal seems good. Free accommodation, almost guaranteed earnings and instant respect! Now, I’m sure you’d accept a deal like that!”

I stared at my mother, trying to hide the resentment in my eyes. Less than twenty four hours ago, I had respected her and my father.... a bit. But now, their inner beasts had been revealed. They were going to whisk me away from this place, this town, the town I’d grown up in, and bring me to some city I had never even heard of, to some city THEY had never heard of.

“David... be ready in ten minutes. We have to go.” Her voice was suddenly icy, and full of malice. It may have been something I said.
I climbed off the bed and saw my clothes laid out for me on the floor. My best clothes. A suit, a tie, and long black shoes. My mother was obviously taking it seriously.

Slowly and reluctantly, I pulled on the clothes, and walked sleepily downstairs into the kitchen. It, like every other room in our house, had been stripped bare, and I could see my father, his fat face lit up and full of life and anticipation.

“David, great to see you! Your mother’s packed the bags. We’ve told your friends that we’re moving away.”

“What?!” I said, completely awake now.

“We told your friends that we were moving. They were a little disappointed, but wish you all the best for the future!”

My insides were burning up with absolute rage. My father, the pig he is, had to go and tell my friends I was going, didn’t he? I wanted a quiet exit. I never wanted to be displayed as leaving, but here he is, totally exposing me... he loves to put the attention on this family... he loves it!
He turned his attention away from me, and instead looked at my mother.

“Leigh, are we ready?” he asked, his voice anxious and excited.
My mother grinned manically at my father and nodded. “Yes, honey, come on. Mr. Anthony will be waiting for us!”

My father peered through all the doors in our downstairs and nodded.

“Yes... everything’s been taken. We have everything here.”
I suddenly noticed five or six large cases sitting by the wooden door. The cases were worn and close to breaking, with hinges glued or taped together. They’d been worn from all the places we’d moved to before.
I’d lived in New York all my life. Suddenly, I was being whisked away to this Rapture place. I thought it felt fitting that the city was named Rapture. It was my rapture, anyway.

My mother and father walked out the door and signalled for me to follow.

“David! Stop daydreaming! Come on! It’s already seven! Mr. Anthony will be waiting!”

I stomped out the door, my feet creating deep imprints in the snowfall from the last night. The snow continued to fall, but only lightly, and it slowly refilled the hole my foot was making.

I looked up in disbelief.

“Where’s the car?” I asked.

“I sold it. We won’t need a new one ‘till we get to Rapture. I can use the money I made on selling it to pay for a new one.” Said my father, “It’s only a short walk to the harbour anyway.”

We trudged in the snow, leaving our prints behind us, a monument to our presence until the snow came and filled it in, after we had left. Ironic. Even the weather knew how to behave in relation to my mood.

As the harbour came into view, the time ticked away. As we stepped onto the wooden quay, it had gone 7:30. There was only one boat in the harbour. It was a small, private boat, painted bright green with gleaming black letters which claimed the name of the boat was “Conquest”. A shadow could be seen from inside the boat.

The shadow had seen us. It moved from the inside of the boat and a tall man with long brown hair stepped out. He was wearing a black jacket and a grey shirt underneath. He looked hardened and there was a grin on his face as he saw us.

He held out his hand to us as he saw us.

“You must be Michael Albert... truly sir, it is an honour.”

My father blushed and held out his fat, pudgy hand.

“You must be Nicholas Anthony, then.” He said.

Anthony nodded. “Yes. And I see you’ve brought your family like you requested. Now, Mr. Albert sir, how much money did you bring?”

My father grinned a manic grin and proudly proclaimed, “Over 100 million”.

Anthony looked made up. He smirked and patted him on the back.

“I already like you, Mr. Albert, sir! What’s your wife named? She’s a looker!”

My father looked offended for a moment but smiled again and raised his hand.

“Her name’s Leigh, and she’s mine! This is David, my son, hopefully he will take over my businesses when I’m gone. Isn’t that right, David?”

“Yes...” I sighed. I never had any intention of taking over from my father. All paperwork and infamy.

Anthony held out his hand to me. I shook it.

“Hopefully you can live up to the reputation your father’s gained over the years. It’s always good to have a proven successor... Ryan will like that.”

“I hope I can’t live up to the weight my father’s gained over the years” is what I remember thinking when he said that. Screw Ryan. He was the fault I was doing this... his fault and my father’s.

“Now, let’s not waste time. I can’t wait to show you Rapture....” said Anthony.

We climbed aboard the Conquest.

Anthony sat down in the Captain’s chair, and started it. I opened up my case, looking for something to read. I came across my copy of Other Voices, Other Rooms, and read for about ten seconds, but I realised all efforts would be in vain.

We began to leave port, and I looked back at where I used to live. I was sure I’d never see it again.

good not chapter 3

[themaster]

Yeh want number 3.....

I'm so easily manipulated... groan....

Chapter 3
I slept soon after I had put back the book. My eyelids demanded to close. I slept a lot during the course of those two days. I dreamt about rapture. This was not a new beginning or a new opportunity. This was, as the city’s name suggested, rapture.

When I awoke, it was dark. All I could see was the sea, everywhere. The boat was lit up by candles. I looked up at the lights- they weren’t working. My mother was awake, staring at the ground. My father was asleep on the floor.

I looked out the window to get a better look at the sea around. The sky was not dark yet. It was a darkish, marine blue, and the sea was a lifeless grey. Anthony was driving the boat.

“Excuse me, Mr. Anthony?” I asked.

Anthony turned his head around and looked at me.

“Yeah, kid? What?” he snapped.

“Where are we? And what country is Rapture in?”

Anthony laughed hard, and grinned. He was laughing at me, and his laughter hurt. My mother had fallen asleep.

“Rapture’s a country in itself, kid!” he said.

“...Where is it then? Europe? Asia? How long will I be on this boat?”
Anthony smirked again, but I could see that he was losing his patience.

“It’s near Iceland, OK?” he said.

That surprised me. Iceland? I didn’t know of any country near Iceland. I had barely even heard of Iceland itself.

“And, sir, how big is it? Who is Andrew Ryan?” I asked. I knew I was annoying him, but I didn’t care. I wanted to know about Rapture and what was going on there.

Anthony scowled and rolled his eyes.

“It’s not very big. It’s sort of like a city. Yeah... a city.” He snapped.
I was even more surprised. A city state, perhaps?

“What landmass is it on?” I asked.

“....I don’t want to answer any more questions about Rapture. If I tell you what it is now, the experience would be ruined. Andrew Ryan is the leader of Rapture, by the way.”

I knew that Rapture was obviously somewhere special. Maybe it was on a mountain or something. I could tell by the way Anthony said it, that Rapture was an experience in itself. Part of me was excited now, but most of me was still drowning in hatred, and sorrow, sorrow because I’d never be able to go back home.

I continued to think heavy thoughts, and soon, I realised I was still sleepy, and I soon drifted back into a world of nightmarish rapture... Rapture... Rapture... all I could hear was that word, all I could see were scenes of torture....

When I awoke again, it was to the sound of the engine creaking to a halt. My eyes opened, and I was immediately awake. It was morning. I looked at my watch. It read January 6th, 1958. The trip had taken two days.

I looked out the window, and saw a small rock, with a huge tower on it. I looked around for signs of a port town somewhere, but to no avail.

Suddenly, awesome thoughts formed in my mind. Maybe Rapture was the tower! Maybe the citizens lived in the tower! The prospect of Rapture to me seemed almost complete in my mind, when I was awake. When I slept, it was a more appropriate world of nightmares. I knew the incredible prospects were challenging my views, but I felt adamant that this would still be a bad thing.

My parents had both awoken and were picking up their cases. Anthony opened the door, and salty sea air flooded into the boat. I coughed.

Anthony strode outside and looked up at the tower. There was a neat staircase leading up to the inside of the tower. A sense that something massive was about to occur hit me like a tidal wave as I looked up at the massive tower, which was teasing me and scaring me with its height and prescence. Somehow I felt that this massive thing was only part of Rapture. That I hadn’t even seen Rapture yet, and that this was only just the beginning of the awe.

My family and I began to walk up the stairs. We were all confused, and struck by the awe that the massive tower was giving us.

Anthony was waiting at the top of the stairs, by a large door. It looked menacing, but Anthony looked positively delighted, and he pushed it open for us as we arrived at the top of the steps. It creaked horribly, but when we saw what was inside, the pure scale of it almost overpowered me.

Firstly, it was dark, but as soon as I stepped inside, the lights flickered on, and I found myself staring at a huge bust of a man’s head. Underneath a red banner proclaimed, “No Gods or kings. Only man”.

“So... I assume that that’s Andrew Ryan, right?” I said, my throat dry from going so long without speaking.

Anthony nodded. He signalled for us to walk down a flight of stairs. Soft music could be heard playing. I wondered where or what Rapture was. So far, all I’d seen was a tower and some stairs.

As I descended, a small contraption came into view. It was a sphere, but it looked like part of a submarine. It was sitting stationary in the middle of the room. The door was open and there was a lever inside.

Anthony got in first and put his hand on the lever. He waited for all of us to enter.

As the contraption filled up, my mother spoke.

“What is this thing?” she asked.

“It’s called a bathysphere, miss. Designed to transport people through Rapture”. Said Anthony.

My mother grunted and nodded, and Anthony got up and closed the door.

He sat back down and pulled the lever.

“You don’t know what you’re about to hit you, Mr. Albert...” he said, in a mocking way.

Suddenly, a creak. I felt the ground moving. I expected us to start rising up, like a lift, but instead, I felt the unwelcome feeling of descent.

“We’re going down?” asked my father.

“Just wait, and watch...” said Anthony.

We were passing statues that declared how many fathoms deep we were. I was getting dizzy but there was no doubt that I was interested.

Suddenly, a small projector fell down and blocked my view outside. The bathysphere grew dark and the screen lit up with pictures of a man with fire coming from his hand.

“Incinerate! Fire at your fingertips!” read the advertisement. I was very confused.

Suddenly, the picture changed to that of a man sitting at his desk. The desk of Ryan.

[Gin Ichimaru]

Yeh want number 3.....

I'm so easily manipulated... groan....

Chapter 3
I slept soon after I had put back the book. My eyelids demanded to close. I slept a lot during the course of those two days. I dreamt about rapture. This was not a new beginning or a new opportunity. This was, as the city’s name suggested, rapture.

When I awoke, it was dark. All I could see was the sea, everywhere. The boat was lit up by candles. I looked up at the lights- they weren’t working. My mother was awake, staring at the ground. My father was asleep on the floor.

I looked out the window to get a better look at the sea around. The sky was not dark yet. It was a darkish, marine blue, and the sea was a lifeless grey. Anthony was driving the boat.

“Excuse me, Mr. Anthony?” I asked.

Anthony turned his head around and looked at me.

“Yeah, kid? What?” he snapped.

“Where are we? And what country is Rapture in?”

Anthony laughed hard, and grinned. He was laughing at me, and his laughter hurt. My mother had fallen asleep.

“Rapture’s a country in itself, kid!” he said.

“...Where is it then? Europe? Asia? How long will I be on this boat?”
Anthony smirked again, but I could see that he was losing his patience.

“It’s near Iceland, OK?” he said.

That surprised me. Iceland? I didn’t know of any country near Iceland. I had barely even heard of Iceland itself.

“And, sir, how big is it? Who is Andrew Ryan?” I asked. I knew I was annoying him, but I didn’t care. I wanted to know about Rapture and what was going on there.

Anthony scowled and rolled his eyes.

“It’s not very big. It’s sort of like a city. Yeah... a city.” He snapped.
I was even more surprised. A city state, perhaps?

“What landmass is it on?” I asked.

“....I don’t want to answer any more questions about Rapture. If I tell you what it is now, the experience would be ruined. Andrew Ryan is the leader of Rapture, by the way.”

I knew that Rapture was obviously somewhere special. Maybe it was on a mountain or something. I could tell by the way Anthony said it, that Rapture was an experience in itself. Part of me was excited now, but most of me was still drowning in hatred, and sorrow, sorrow because I’d never be able to go back home.

I continued to think heavy thoughts, and soon, I realised I was still sleepy, and I soon drifted back into a world of nightmarish rapture... Rapture... Rapture... all I could hear was that word, all I could see were scenes of torture....

When I awoke again, it was to the sound of the engine creaking to a halt. My eyes opened, and I was immediately awake. It was morning. I looked at my watch. It read January 6th, 1958. The trip had taken two days.

I looked out the window, and saw a small rock, with a huge tower on it. I looked around for signs of a port town somewhere, but to no avail.

Suddenly, awesome thoughts formed in my mind. Maybe Rapture was the tower! Maybe the citizens lived in the tower! The prospect of Rapture to me seemed almost complete in my mind, when I was awake. When I slept, it was a more appropriate world of nightmares. I knew the incredible prospects were challenging my views, but I felt adamant that this would still be a bad thing.

My parents had both awoken and were picking up their cases. Anthony opened the door, and salty sea air flooded into the boat. I coughed.

Anthony strode outside and looked up at the tower. There was a neat staircase leading up to the inside of the tower. A sense that something massive was about to occur hit me like a tidal wave as I looked up at the massive tower, which was teasing me and scaring me with its height and prescence. Somehow I felt that this massive thing was only part of Rapture. That I hadn’t even seen Rapture yet, and that this was only just the beginning of the awe.

My family and I began to walk up the stairs. We were all confused, and struck by the awe that the massive tower was giving us.

Anthony was waiting at the top of the stairs, by a large door. It looked menacing, but Anthony looked positively delighted, and he pushed it open for us as we arrived at the top of the steps. It creaked horribly, but when we saw what was inside, the pure scale of it almost overpowered me.

Firstly, it was dark, but as soon as I stepped inside, the lights flickered on, and I found myself staring at a huge bust of a man’s head. Underneath a red banner proclaimed, “No Gods or kings. Only man”.

“So... I assume that that’s Andrew Ryan, right?” I said, my throat dry from going so long without speaking.

Anthony nodded. He signalled for us to walk down a flight of stairs. Soft music could be heard playing. I wondered where or what Rapture was. So far, all I’d seen was a tower and some stairs.

As I descended, a small contraption came into view. It was a sphere, but it looked like part of a submarine. It was sitting stationary in the middle of the room. The door was open and there was a lever inside.

Anthony got in first and put his hand on the lever. He waited for all of us to enter.

As the contraption filled up, my mother spoke.

“What is this thing?” she asked.

“It’s called a bathysphere, miss. Designed to transport people through Rapture”. Said Anthony.

My mother grunted and nodded, and Anthony got up and closed the door.

He sat back down and pulled the lever.

“You don’t know what you’re about to hit you, Mr. Albert...” he said, in a mocking way.

Suddenly, a creak. I felt the ground moving. I expected us to start rising up, like a lift, but instead, I felt the unwelcome feeling of descent.

“We’re going down?” asked my father.

“Just wait, and watch...” said Anthony.

We were passing statues that declared how many fathoms deep we were. I was getting dizzy but there was no doubt that I was interested.

Suddenly, a small projector fell down and blocked my view outside. The bathysphere grew dark and the screen lit up with pictures of a man with fire coming from his hand.

“Incinerate! Fire at your fingertips!” read the advertisement. I was very confused.

Suddenly, the picture changed to that of a man sitting at his desk. The desk of Ryan.

verry good but more

[themaster]

verry good but more

OK. Last one.

Because I haven't done number 5 yet.

Chapter 4
“I am Andrew Ryan.”

He looked like the bust that I’d seen. Evil, malicious, spiteful. His pencil moustache and his neat black hair made him out to be some kind of saint. He looked evil and flawed. I decided I didn’t like him.

“And I’m here to ask you a question”.

In my head, I groaned. I didn’t want to interrupt the awesome scene unfolding around me. Ryan was making me feel unsettled but the scene was drawing me in. The bathysphere was still descending. I wondered what could be happening.

“Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?”

Suddenly, I realised that this was serious. He was telling us his beliefs, his views. I remembered that whatever this Rapture place was, and whoever Ryan was, was all for real, and not some kind of twisted fantasy, like I had been dreaming about.

“No, says the man in Washington, it belongs to the poor!”

He sounded preachy to begin with, but I realised after a while that he was not preaching. Especially when he continued to say,

“No, says the man in the Vatican, it belongs to God!”

I wondered why he was laying these thoughts on me. I was thinking about his views. I began to feel sick. Maybe it was because I was descending while thinking very hard, or because I simply didn’t like Ryan.

“No, says the man in Moscow, it belongs to everyone!”

I was beginning to feel angry. I didn’t like being challenged. Even if it was a pre-recorded message that was challenging me. I started to sweat.

“I rejected those answers.”

He was changing my views very quickly. At first, I thought he was agreeing with those things, now I felt put off. This Ryan was making me fit to destroy something. I would have, if I weren’t in such a confined space.

“Instead, I chose something different.”

I was now becoming interested in what Ryan was about to share with us, like had done every other time he’d played the message.

“I chose the impossible. I chose...”

The sweat was pouring off of me like mad. I blinked, hoping I wouldn’t miss it, although I knew I wouldn’t.

“...Rapture”.

Part of me knew he would say it, but another part of me was completely overwhelmed by the shock of the power in his voice when he said it. Rapture.

Suddenly, the projector lifted, and I suddenly was exposed to a new sight. There was a city. A city laid out in front of me, a glorious sight. The most awe inspiring sight I had ever seen in my life, and ever would see. An underwater city, like Atlantis, but real, and modern.

I could see lights on in every building, shadows moving around and life coming from every section of the city. Other bathyspheres floated around, and I could see people looking curiously at me. I could see tons of buildings. “Fleet Hall”, “Medical Pavilion”, “Farmer’s Market”. However, we continued to pass them.

I could see that we were going to dock at a place called “Sinclair Deluxe”. People were looking at us from the windows.

Suddenly, Ryan’s voice echoed back into the bathysphere.

“A city where the artist would not fear the censor,
where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality,
where the great would not be constrained by the small.”

I was now officially interested. My old home seemed so distant. I wanted so much to back there, but I wanted so much to find out more about Rapture. Ryan’s philosophy was intriguing. Rapture was intriguing.

I could feel the bathysphere slowing down. I could see that two men were standing outside, looking at us arrive in. I could only see their outlines but I knew that they were important. I could still see the city slightly. I felt confused and scared, but awestruck and amazed as well.

The bathysphere ground to a halt.

“And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well."

[Gin Ichimaru]

OK. Last one.

Because I haven't done number 5 yet.

Chapter 4
“I am Andrew Ryan.”

He looked like the bust that I’d seen. Evil, malicious, spiteful. His pencil moustache and his neat black hair made him out to be some kind of saint. He looked evil and flawed. I decided I didn’t like him.

“And I’m here to ask you a question”.

In my head, I groaned. I didn’t want to interrupt the awesome scene unfolding around me. Ryan was making me feel unsettled but the scene was drawing me in. The bathysphere was still descending. I wondered what could be happening.

“Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?”

Suddenly, I realised that this was serious. He was telling us his beliefs, his views. I remembered that whatever this Rapture place was, and whoever Ryan was, was all for real, and not some kind of twisted fantasy, like I had been dreaming about.

“No, says the man in Washington, it belongs to the poor!”

He sounded preachy to begin with, but I realised after a while that he was not preaching. Especially when he continued to say,

“No, says the man in the Vatican, it belongs to God!”

I wondered why he was laying these thoughts on me. I was thinking about his views. I began to feel sick. Maybe it was because I was descending while thinking very hard, or because I simply didn’t like Ryan.

“No, says the man in Moscow, it belongs to everyone!”

I was beginning to feel angry. I didn’t like being challenged. Even if it was a pre-recorded message that was challenging me. I started to sweat.

“I rejected those answers.”

He was changing my views very quickly. At first, I thought he was agreeing with those things, now I felt put off. This Ryan was making me fit to destroy something. I would have, if I weren’t in such a confined space.

“Instead, I chose something different.”

I was now becoming interested in what Ryan was about to share with us, like had done every other time he’d played the message.

“I chose the impossible. I chose...”

The sweat was pouring off of me like mad. I blinked, hoping I wouldn’t miss it, although I knew I wouldn’t.

“...Rapture”.

Part of me knew he would say it, but another part of me was completely overwhelmed by the shock of the power in his voice when he said it. Rapture.

Suddenly, the projector lifted, and I suddenly was exposed to a new sight. There was a city. A city laid out in front of me, a glorious sight. The most awe inspiring sight I had ever seen in my life, and ever would see. An underwater city, like Atlantis, but real, and modern.

I could see lights on in every building, shadows moving around and life coming from every section of the city. Other bathyspheres floated around, and I could see people looking curiously at me. I could see tons of buildings. “Fleet Hall”, “Medical Pavilion”, “Farmer’s Market”. However, we continued to pass them.

I could see that we were going to dock at a place called “Sinclair Deluxe”. People were looking at us from the windows.

Suddenly, Ryan’s voice echoed back into the bathysphere.

“A city where the artist would not fear the censor,
where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality,
where the great would not be constrained by the small.”

I was now officially interested. My old home seemed so distant. I wanted so much to back there, but I wanted so much to find out more about Rapture. Ryan’s philosophy was intriguing. Rapture was intriguing.

I could feel the bathysphere slowing down. I could see that two men were standing outside, looking at us arrive in. I could only see their outlines but I knew that they were important. I could still see the city slightly. I felt confused and scared, but awestruck and amazed as well.

The bathysphere ground to a halt.

“And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well."

verry intresting nice pace and more

[themaster]

More is coming..... NOT today!

I'll have to write them first.

[Gin Ichimaru]

More is coming..... NOT today!

I'll have to write them first.

write now!

[themaster]

At 4:00 AM?

No thank you.

[Gin Ichimaru]

At 4:00 AM?

No thank you.

wow 4 am you are comited.

[themaster]

Yes... I am, sadly.

I'll go now. Bye Liam. I'll hopefully write some more tomorrow but I may have to go somewhere all day.... :\

[Gin Ichimaru]

Yes... I am, sadly.

I'll go now. Bye Liam. I'll hopefully write some more tomorrow but I may have to go somewhere all day.... :\

just keep it to one or two a day. One question how many chapters are you gonna write.

[themaster]

As many as it takes to tell the story I want to tell.

[Gin Ichimaru]

As many as it takes to tell the story I want to tell.

you dont even have an avereg 50, 100, 5

[themaster]

No... not even an average.

OK... gotta go. Glad you liked it.

[Gin Ichimaru]

No... not even an average.

OK... gotta go. Glad you liked it.

good by and good luck

[themaster]

Chapter 5

One of the men walked over to our bathysphere and heaved the heavy metal door open. He was a tall, important looking man with longish brown hair. He was wearing a black suit with pinstripes. He looked tired, but somewhat bemused by our arrival.

“Nicholas... nostalgic being on the surface, was it?” he said. He had a thick Welsh accent.

Anthony smiled and nodded at the man.

“Yeah, but we can’t live in the past, either of us. We’ve gotta move on from where we were. This is Mr. Michael Albert and his family!” he said, his voice weak and tired from the travelling. There was a hint of relief in his voice.

The man turned to face my father.

“Mr. Albert, it is an honour, sir. My name is Vincent Adams. I’m the assistant to Mr-“

Adams stopped. He turned to look at me. I was staring at him. He seemed a bit taken aback because of it. I had been looking at everybody curiously. What was his problem?

“And... who is this young man?” he asked.

“Oh, Vince, that’s Albert’s son, David. He’ll be succeeding him.” Said Anthony, with a sense of achievement in his voice: they talked about me like I was some kind of asset to them. I would most certainly not be succeeding my father. I stood up and started to leave the bathysphere, picking up my cases and stepping out the door.

“Well, I’d like to get you accustomed to the world of Rapture very soon. Step out; take a look at her hallowed halls. Appreciate her for what she is!” came Adams’s voice from behind me.

There was another man standing outside. He was short, and a little overweight. He had black hair which was slicked back, and was holding a cigarette.

He saw that I was the first to leave the bathysphere, and walked towards me, his hand outstretched. There was a welcoming smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and dark.

“Um... hello...” I said, not knowing what I should say.

“Why hello, son. Welcome to Rapture!” he said. He had a thick, Virginia Piedmont southern accent. I slowly reached out to shake his hand, but my hand itself was shaking violently. Rapture’s prescence was shocking to me. I was being overpowered by it.

He saw that I was worried, and tapped my shoulder.

“I was no better when I arrived, boy! This place really does grow on you!” he said.

I nodded silently and forced a smile to please him. He wasn’t falling for it. He tapped me again, making me feel insecure. I could hear my mother and father scrambling around, picking up their cases and such.

“I’m sure it does... hm... it’s really monumental.... a shrine to the self from what I’ve seen....”

The southern man grinned, but I could see the resentment growing in his glare. He took a cigarette out from his pocket and lit it. I watched him as my parents scrambled out of the bathysphere.

The southern man began to cough wildly. He hunched over and phlegm came out of his mouth. I shielded my eyes. I could see Adams rushing over to him.

“Excuse me, hey, boss, you all right?” he said, his voice lined with worry.

“Yeah, yeah... just... give me a second. Hang on, boy...” he said. “Hell... sorry for that...”

He leaned back up against the wall of the room, and smiled. His teeth were white, and immaculate. For a smoker, that was surprising.

“My name is Augustus Sinclair, Esquire. Nice to meet you, Mr. Albert...” he said, turning to my father all of a sudden.

My father reached out to shake Sinclair’s hand. I watched with interest as to what Sinclair would say next. I was hoping that he would tell us about Ryan, or the views that the City of Rapture had, but he just continued to exchange pleasantries with my parents.

He had talked for what seemed an eternity when Anthony looked at him and signalled something.

“Oh, yes, sorry. We at Sinclair Solutions have managed to dig out an apartment for your family, Mr. Albert. It’s not ready yet, though.” Said Sinclair.

My father opened his mouth to speak, but instead said nothing, as Sinclair kept talking.

“We’ve arranged for you to stay the night in the Sinclair Deluxe, my hotel, for the night. Free of charge, I might add.”

There was something not quite right about Sinclair, or Adams. They both seemed hardened and fake. I couldn’t trust either of them. Anthony seemed distant as well. I was getting very insecure very quickly.

Adams called us to follow him.

He led us through the brightly lit halls of the Sinclair Deluxe. People stared at us, as if we were exhibits in a zoo. The halls had posters lining them, huge, groundbreaking posters advertising the Sinclair Deluxe.
Augustus Sinclair had made it big in Rapture. I could sense my father longing to achieve what he had. The way he looked at Sinclair explained it all.

Anthony was leading the group. He, Adams, and Sinclair all looked happy and comfortable. My family were obviously overcome by Rapture itself, and said nothing until we were led to a room next to a poster which had a picture of a woman named Grace Holloway on it.

“Here you go, folks! Just one night! Tomorrow, your apartment will be ready, and folks, it’s a penthouse!” Said Sinclair.

We stopped outside the room and opened the door. It made a groaning noise, but the inside of the room was spacious and immaculate. Sinclair grinned as my father smiled at him.

“Sinclair, I like you, sir. I’m sure we can be good friends. Perhaps we may even get into business together...” my father was saying.

Sinclair’s eyes told the story. No way was he going to have any affiliation with my father.

However, as Sinclair and his companions left the room, and as we unpacked, I started to get the sense that my father understood.

We lounged around for hours. Mostly, I stared out the window, gaping at Rapture. It was the impossible city. My parents had gone outside to explore it. I had no intentions of doing that. I preferred to be alone and silent.

As I went over the thoughts in my head, I suddenly remembered by old home, my old friends, my old life. I went from son of a powerful entrepreneur living in a large wooden house in New York to the son of a wannabe winner, ex-entrepreneur who lived in a penthouse apartment in an underwater city!

“Wow,” I thought. “My life is messed up.”

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

[Simas1330]

Very, very, very nice!
Keep sendimg them!

[themaster]

Very, very, very nice!
Keep sendimg them!

Thanks mate.

I'll write number 6 (hopefully) tomorrow.

[Sinclair Saucer]

Awesome-o! I'm cold-hearted!

[X1 BLACKOUT 1X]

Very nice. Can't wait to find out what happened