Topside Chronicles: A Bioshock Fanfic.
June 5th, 1962
New York was overpopulated. You had to shuffle to just travel on a sidewalk. It was an ordinary morning. Wake up, long for the day i'd get a girl of my own, and drag my ass to the kitchen to eat cereal. Then i'd put on my uniform and head over to the station. My name is Officer Ferris Grant. I'm fifty four years old, and i'm balding. When I get to the station, I usually sit down and....well, not much else. I got called to a school once to do one of those 'Don't Talk to Strangers' speeches. I almost got fired because I stubbed my toe and swore. I have to admit, the Kindergartener's faces were priceless. So, I sat down at my desk today, and then this guy just walks into my office. Looked to be about eighty, eyes almost black. He had these scars on his face. A deformation, maybe? He was wearing a white shirt and a brown vest. He also was wearing some jeans. His shoes were a light brown, looked like loafers. "Can I help you?" I asked. He reached into a bag he was carrying over his shoulder and pulled out a file. He placed it on my desk. He gave me a hand gesture. As if he were asking me to open it up and look. I listened to him. Inside was a series of photos. There was a photo of a man....He was holding some sort of lead pipe. And his face.....I looked at the next picture. This time of some sort of Turret. The next one was of a Girl climbing into some sort of hole. And then....A man in a bulky suit, with some sort of harpoon in place of his hand. I looked at the old man. He was looking at all the pictures I had spread out across my desk. His face showing a look of sadness. I caught a glimpse of some tatoos on his wrists....chain tatoos. He looked at me again, gave a breif smile, then walked out of the room. I let him go. But I wasn't sure if I should have.
Chapter 2 Coming Soon!
Edit: Whoops. This isn't a Role Play, it's a Fan Fic. I apologize for any confusion.
Last edited by Seasick; 07-12-2010 at 08:29 AM.
nice going and with Jack showing up but just afew questions is this set befor or after B2 and how many chapters will there be and when will you release new chapters.
This takes place after Bioshock 1 but boefore Bioshock 2.
I'm still planning how many chapters there will be.
And here is Chapter 2:
10 Minutes Later
I realized I had been sitting at my desk for about 10 Minutes, just looking at the pictures. There was something about that man. Was he Mute? Why wasn't he talking? What was with those chain tatoos? He was a mystery in itself. I got up and made my way to Officer Bob Park's office. He joined the force the same time and date that I did. He was about 10 Years younger than me. Underweight, a head full off soft brown hair. I opened his door and slammed the file down on his desk. Bob looked at me. "What?" he said in a voice I knew all to well. Distress. Maybe I had been a little too aggressive. "Hey, Hey....I just wanted you to take a look at this." Bob quickly flipped through the photos. Then looked at me. "What the hell is this?" "You seeing this?" I said. Then I looked over his shoulder to see what picture he was looking at. All the photos were blank. Bob looked up at me. "Ha Ha. Now let me get back to doing important things. Like paperwork." I walked out of his office, and sat back down in my office. Was I going insane? What happened to the photos? I decided a cold shower when I got home might knock some sense into me. But just in case...I took the file and the photos home with me.
Last edited by Seasick; 07-13-2010 at 02:58 AM.
There is a new area of the forums for forum games, RP threads and VS threads. This thread is being moved there.
Here is Chapter 3:
I stepped out of my shower. The cold water still dripping from my body to the floor. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. After putting some clothes on I went to open the file but the file was open. Spread across the floor were more creepy photos. More creepy people holding weapons...But in one picture....This man had thes red cracks all throughout his body...His eyes were replaced with some sort of Red light. Then there was a picture of a Woman...but she was on fire. I picked up all the photos and crammed them in the file, then I slid the file under me bed. I looked out the window, and I saw a figure...Standing on top of a building. He looked at me, then a flickering flame appears on his hand....Then just like that, the flame was gone.....And so was the man. I had to assume the man was that old guy who gave me the file in the first place. And chances were he broke in and spread the pictures out on my floor while I was in the shower.
Weird things happened that night. Lights would turn on and off, I could swear I heard someone walking down the hall of my apartment complex. Finally, I got up to get a snack. I pulled out a bag of chips, then turned around to get a bowl. When a turned back, the chips were on top of the Fridge. "Oh, come on!" I yelled out loud. I stomped back to bed, and rolled around in my sheets before I could go to sleep.
Chapter 4 coming soon....
Please, comment on how i'm doing or what you think of my story so far
Why was it moved? This isn't an RP.
Originally Posted by Precarious
Not a bad story, you've got hooked cant wait for more.
Wow, your story is so fractured! Is anything going to be explained or are you following the "Momento" style storyline?
Mmm....all will be explained.....soon enough.
I extended my hand, shaking Masha's.
"Ferris..." I said, rubbing a slightly annoying red bump on my head. "Ferris Grant. Where are we?"
"Ah, yes...sorry for Bruno's rather short fuse, i'll explain everything."
I nodded at Masha and the rather disfigured man, or 'Bruno' as she had called him, sitting behind her. Back to back with her, I believe.
"In the 1940's, a city was built underwater. It was the dream...of a man named Andrew Ryan. He built this city for visionaries, philosophers, scientists, artists, actors, any man or woman that was seen as, well....Brilliant. But soon, a rival of Ryan turned up. A rival named Frank Fontaine. Fontaine was from the Bronx...A rather brilliant man, but he was a criminal. Soon enough, Ryan's allies were working for Fontaine, and then there was a civil war in Rapture. All over a slug."
Masha clenched her fist, giving a slight sigh, then she continued.
"The slug produced a gene-altering wonderdrug called ADAM. It made you faster, smarter, stronger....But it never improved your character...Soon enough, these slugs were implanted in little girl's stomachs....I was one of them...So was that woman back in New York. We gathered ADAM from the deceased, and soon recycled it. But we had one weakness....."
I leaned forward, intrigued by her tale.
"The slug could be ripped out of our stomachs.....We started dropping like flies when the ADAM Addicts or...'Splicers' got out of control. So, a scientist named Yi Suchong invented a powerful warrior called a Big Daddy. I remember mine...but he was killed....killed by the man who's trying to kill you now. I remember we were paired to them for life...Our minds...warped nearly beyond repair. And then....he killed all of our Big Daddies.....and saved us from both our conditioning and Rapture......He took us here, but then he went mad.....The ADAM withdraw drove him insane. He no longer speaks because....he drilled his vocal tools...everything....just to save us."
"And now he wants me dead. Why?", I asked.
"Tell me, Ferris....Do you remember your family? Father? Mother? Brothers, Sisters or Cousins?"
A sharp pain shot up my right arm and into my head. I grabbed my right arm and yelled in pain.
"You have no family, do you?", Masha said calmly.
After the pain stopped, I took heavy breaths, trying to remember.
"My father dissapeared, then he died in a gunfight...I remember that...My mom told me.....then she died from her neck breaking when she fell down the stairs."
"And tell me..." Masha said, "Where did you live?"
"I lived in The Bronx."
"What was your mother and father's full name?"
"Marla Grant and...I don't remember my fathers name."
Masha pulled out a picture.
"Do you recognize this?"
It was one of the pictures that man had shown me back at the station. It was of a tall, thin bald man with a moustache, a shorter woman with red curled hair, and a boy..
"Wait...that boy...that's me..."
"That man....that's...that's my father."
"Ferris...that man's name is Frank....Frank Fontaine."
TO BE CONTINUED!
DUN DUN DUN.....
Aha! I see, your muse is the oil painting in BS! Excellent!
Ha ha, yep!
Here's a present for my readers:
Masha nodded, then took the picture.
"That man who's been....well, teasing you...he killed Fontaine, who was trying to claim Rapture as his city. As expected from a man like Frank, you were like an experiment. He faked his death so he could leave you....he pulled the same stunt in Rapture, too. Ryan had a son, as well. His name was Jack, and I expect 'Jack' is the man who is trying to kill you. Probably part of his conditioning, as he was brainwashed....as for our location...we are now at a very special place."
"Wait...." I said, but before I could finish what I was saying, I was shoved out the door. Masha yelled,
"Use that orange liquid wisely."
I was in front of the Sears Tower, and the limozine was gone. As soon as I stepped inside, several Women, almost 100% identical to Masha started following me. None of them said a word, none of them even blinked. They were everywhere, coming out of every door and corner. They were leading me somewhere. Finally, I was at an elevator, and when I looked behind me, all but one of the women were gone. The one remaining was different. she had straight yellow hair and she wore a black suit. She stepped into the elevator, grabbing my arm and forcing me inside with her. She pushed no buttons, but one was already glowing, and the doors slid shut.
The elevator shrieked, then started moving. In a split second, the doors opened again, and we were at the top floor. I stepped forward, but not willingly. it's like I was being pushed. There was only one person in the observation deck. A weathered looking woman in a green skirt and brown shirt.
She turned to me, and smiled.
"I want answers."
The woman walked over to me, and in a German-esque accent said,
"I knew you'd say that."
Last edited by Seasick; 01-07-2011 at 05:01 PM.
are my faverat on and off fanfic
"My name is Tenenbaum, and i'm afraid i'm part of the reason why you, Ferris Grant, are being hunted down. As you know, Mr. Jack Ryan escaped Rapture, but he went insane from the ADAM Withdraw. So....To keep him from killing numerous people, I sort of...brainwashed him...again."
I leaned forward, eyes wide open, and nearly screeched "BUT TO KILL ME?!?".
To which Tenenbaum put a finger to my lips. "You see, Fontaine had numerous children. All of them were brainwashed and sent out like sleeper cells until activation. Not all of them were naturally born like you were. Since Jack is most likely more powerful than all of Fontaine's kin, I figured I could rid the world of the Fontaine family once and for all."
"So...." I said, removing Tenenbaum's finger from my face, "I was 'activated'?"
"You sent that letter to me, didn't you?"
Tenenbaum paused. "What letter?"
Then I realized....It was a trap!
I sprung up from my chair which Tenenbaum had set up beforehand, and I ran for the elevator, desperatly pushing the Down Arrow. I guess Tenenbaum caught on, because she was already holding a Revolver she pulled out of her purse, and she was looking nervous. Suddenly, a loud screech came from behind the elevator doors, and I could tell....Jack had severed the cords, and the Elevator was plumbeting downwards. I backed up, pulling out my Colt pistol, aiming it at the doors. Seconds passed, minutes.....then, the elevator doors slid open, and jack hopped out in a Brown Trench Coat and a Black Fadora. His left hand started shaking, his veins glowed blue. Electricity suddenly shot out of his fingertips and hit Tenenbaum in the chest. She screamed in pain, falling to the floor.
I tried to hit Jack but he twisted my hand and pushed me away. He ran at me, so I shot him in the arm. He stopped for a moment, thinking what to do, then he Pulled out a Sawn-off Shotgun and *BLAM!* One pellet hit my leg, another hit my right hand's ring finger. I yelled in pain, dropping to my knee, and Jack pulled out a wrench, and whacked me right across the face with it.
That's when my vision went blurry. Then I remembered...The orange Liquid! I whipped it out, and out of his vision, I injected it into my arm. I yelped in pain, rolled over, and my hand was on fire!!
"OH MY GOD!", I yelled.
Jack, seeing I was in shock, grabbed me, and threw me out the window. I did a mid air flip, snapped my fingers, and set him on fire.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Last edited by Seasick; 01-10-2011 at 06:45 PM.
Sorry for double posting, but I must cater to my readers!
I rolled on the roof of another building, numerous cracks and snaps were heard in my chest...most likely ribs. Suddenly, Jack leapt out the window, on fire. He would've landed on me, but I rolled, and he almost crashed through the ceiling. I could see Tenenbaum at the window, aiming a Tommy Gun at Jack, but it was useless. Only a Rifle could accuratly hit us at the distance of the buildings. Jack ran at me, Tommy Gun bullets non-accuratley landing all around us. I got up on my feet, struggling to hold my arms up. He swung at me, and I ducked.I punched him in the gut with my left arm.
Jack let out a deep grunt, and his Fadora fell off, revealing a bald head, veins visible on the scalp, scars surrounding the veins. Jack's eyes filled with fury, his fists clenched. He picked up his fadora, placing it back on his head. I flashed my gun, 5 bullets remaining...Then, Jack rushed at me, and he tackled me, and what seemed like forever, we fell to the hard ground. During the scuffle, us rolling on the ground, taking turns punching eachother in the face, I puled out my gun, and fired all 5 of my bullets into his stomach, then I got up, turned around to give the thumbs up to Tenenbaum, but Jack sprang up and whacked me in the back of the head with the Wrench. I fell to the ground....but I was still concious.
Jack flipped me over on my back, aiming a large Revolver at my face. Suddenly, I didn't feel right, and my hand shot out, grabbing the barrel of the gun and tossing the gun away from him. The other hand grabbed his throat, and I stood up, but I felt like I was being controlled. I managed to lift Jack off the ground, and hold him over the edge of the building. He grabbed onto my arm with one hand, and a green substance started oozing out of the other.
A green ball started to come out of Jack's palm, green steam emmiting from it. Suddenly, he chucked it behind me, and I glanced behind me to see what he threw it at. Sure enough, it was Masha!
She flinched, and then her pupils turned green. She yelled at me, in a voice that sounded wrong, "You shot me in the stomach, you hit me numerous times...yet....Do you know why, Ferris?"
I almost let go of Jack, when I realized he was controlling Masha.
"Do you want to hear my voice?"
Jack let out a loud, distorted, low pitched groan, then Jack tried to wiggle away. He kept controlling Masha.
"Would you shoot me, Ferris?"
"N-never!" I said, keeping one eye on Jack and the other on Masha. Suddenly, Jack kicked my knee, resulting in my accidently dropping him over the edge of the building. As he fell, Masha's pupils started returning to Normal, and she dropped to her knees, sobbing.
The loud *CRASH!* of Jack hitting a car below could be heard, and soon after, sirens. This made Masha cry harder.
She looked over the edge to see Jack get put on a gurnee and carried into an Ambulance, which drove away. Masha stopped sobbing, then she turned to me, pointed her finger, as if she were to say say something, but she let out an angry growl and walked away, entering a small cube on the roof and descending the stairs inside.
I must have sat there on the roof for hours, pondering this adventure...I stayed until about 6:30 PM...Until I decided to go see how Jack was doing at the local hospital.
To Be Concluded...and a short preview for my next fan-fic.
Now, my readers....for
I finally decided to follow Masha down the stairs. I found myself inside in an elevator, surrounded by nobody. After the doors shut, I found myself in a cab at a hospital.
"Here we are, now...pay up."
"Oh-of course..." I said, pulling a random 15$ out of my wallet.
"Keep the change."
I went into the hospital, and asked a woman behind a counter to see me to Jack Ryan's room, claiming I was his cousin. Without any questions asked, the Woman escorted me down a hall, took a right, and said, "This is his room..."
After sighing a bit, she said "I don't know if he'll make it, sadly...he's unstable...His heart beat drops and raises dramatically... and a foreign substance was found in his blood stream. He was 5 bullets lodged in and around his Stomach, and he has multiple broken bones..."
I nodded, and entered the room. Jack was alone. He turned to me and gave a weak smile. About 5 women I saw earlier in the Sears Tower that escorted me to the elevator walked in, all of them wearing white dresses, and wedding rings on their fingers. Jack held out his hand, shaking immensly. All 5 wommen placed their hands on his, and Jack let out a little sigh.
I left the room, and pulled out a tape recorder.
I pushed the record button, and started talking.
"Dear whoever may recieve this,
I, Ferris Grant, is probably in a jar or covered in dirt in a graveyard...in other words, I'm dead. Whoever recieves this will undoubtedly live in the Midwestern region of the United States. If you live in one of the following, states...follow my instructions carefully:
So...if you live in one of the states above, follow these instructions.
Many miles away, in Hong Kong
A man sits at a desk, deformities running throughout his body, his eyes void of love and compation. He sits in an empty room, only a lone lamp to light it. A radio set sits on an old wooden table, which the man stands at. In a voice, so harsh and threatning, the man hisses into the radio set's microphone
Back in Chicago
I froze, my heart started burning, and I dropped to my knees. I struggled to keep my thumb on the 'Record' button, and I muttered the words,
"Hold on to dear life, now."
I then lost conciousness, and never woke up again.....on dry land.
"Well then,", you ask..."How did you tell us this tale?"
Because, my readers.....maybe your insane...maybe i'm a figment of your imagination....or maybe, just maybe......i'm not dead after all....
And now, a preview.
April 16th, 1986
A car swirved around a corner, inside it was Clifford Peterson, a man just trying to get home in an awful Thunderstorm. Earth Angel played on his radio, as he drove down numerous streets, trying to get to his house.
Finally, Clifford was at home. He took out his umbrella, got out of his car, and walked up to his front door. He almost didn't see it, but a small package lied at his feet He picked it up, wondering what it was, and he went inside. He cautiously opened the package, and inside was an old tape recorder. A tag on the back said 'push play', so Clifford obediantly did it. First, a series of distorted sounds played until a few words made it through.
Topside Chronicles 2....coming soon.
Which state should Topside Chronicles 2 take place in?
Not to late to make adjustments, just so everyone knows, so don't freak out and say,
"Why can't it be in Texas, Florida, Washington etc. etc.?"
Because I just might change it...so just make friendly suggestions and voice your opinions.
Last edited by Seasick; 08-09-2011 at 12:10 PM.