Big DaddyThump... thump... thump... the noise echoes through the room.Big Daddy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I turn, is he to the left? No, to the right?
I don't know where he is, but I know he spells my doom.
I hear her voice, the girl turned beast...
"Mr. Bubbles," she quietly starts, speaking in two voices,
"Can you hear the angels, Mr. Bubbles?"
I hear the footsteps getting louder... hm, choices.
Searching through my guns, I try to decide.
Revolver, with bullets to pierce his suit?
Grenade launcher, with explosive rounds?
As I think, I hear the thump of his boot,
I must hurry, he'll be upon me soon.
I pull out my shotgun, its barrel strong and thick.
Pressing against a pillar, I check my ammo.
Explosive shells, that should do the trick.
I switch my shells, dropping the extra.
I feel the ground shake under his weight...
Then another noise, a buzzing sound...
I smile slightly, whispering, "You're late"
The hacked drone hovers above me.
My shotgun, my drone... my plasmids, I forgot.
I lower my shotgun and concentrate deeply.
BioShock- Atlas- Part 1(It's time to end this little masquerade.)BioShock- Atlas- Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was nothing. There was no Atlas. It was only the conman. Back from the dead. Jack's hands tremble, it feels as if his genetic code is being rewritten again-it feels like sparks are being shot through his veins and fire is being coated over his bones. He can taste bile at the back of his throat. Not real. Imagination.
That accent that he's become so accustomed to has slipped away entirely. It's He feels cold. Colder than he felt when the plane plummeted into the ocean-how long ago was that now? (There ain't no Atlas, kid. Never was.) The voice is all wrong, too harsh and too mocking. He falls to his knees, despite the shaking of the floor and a cracked sob wrenches from his lips. No. No. No. This can't can't-(Fella in my line a work takes on a variety of aliases)-he can't breathe.
Atlas is still talking and that god-awful Bronx accent is patching through the shortwave when it should be God, Atlas
Peace AtlasJackThe cramped room had no windows and water dripped into a rusted tomato can from an overhead pipe in an eternal rhythm. It had once been a storage room and was now employed as Jack's respite from the chaos of Rapture.Peace AtlasJack5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He pushed and staked the heavy crates to barricade the door even when his muscles cried out in exhaustion. Day after day of fighting to survive, fueled only on ADAM and stale potato crisps took its toll on the body. When the task was complete Jack unclipped the small shortwave radio from his belt and set it beside him on the stained mattress as he undressed.
Pulling the once-white sweater over his head, his thoughts drifted to his loving parents still waiting for him back home and how worried they must be with him still missing. The brunette wondered how he could explain all of the extraordinary things that had happened in the past few days; the plane crash, the magnificence of the underwater city, the exhilaration of each plasmid coursing through his veins, and most impor
Bioshock fanfic major spoilersBreathing heavy, Jack dived for cover behind a large metal machine, which was subsequently blown apart by the massive fists of fire that the Adam-overdosed, muscle-covered body of Frank Fontaine was throwing in his direction.Bioshock fanfic major spoilers5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I don't want to fight you, Fontaine!" Jack shouts, shooting a burst of lightning at the man-creature-thing. Hell, what was he thinking? Of COURSE he wanted to kill the traitor. But then he remembered that only an hour or two ago this thing was a respectable man, with a family and a reasonable point of view. A lie, but still a man.
"Well that just makes it so much easier for me, then." Fontaine gurgled, his voice containing an echo not unlike so many Little Sisters.
"You might be a murderer, but I'm not!" Jack retaliated, dodging a mad charge from the oversized body of Frank. Once again, he stopped to think about that. He had killed here. More than he cared to admit. All those things, those... Splicers. They were humans once, and he'd killed hundreds of them. And
Bioshock On Crack 2me: *sighs* Jack, why did you have to drag me along on your little "picture session" for Choen?Bioshock On Crack 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
jack: so he'll come down here and you can kill him after that.
me: ooooOOoooh.... OMFG it's FITZPATRICK!
me: *rolls eyes* fitzpatrick, idiot.
jack: ooooh. *still dont get it*
fitzpatrick: SANDER YOU SICK FUCK LEMME- *BOOMSHAKALAKALAKA!!!*
me: *sniffle* poor Fitzpatrick.
jack: WTF MAN!?
sander: go take a picture fer me ~~
me: suit yourself. *takes Jacks camera and takes a pic*
jack: that was MY job... *sinffle sniffle*
me: I dont care.
me: i know. now, let's go.
jack: no! I dun wanna!
me: *siiigh* looks like we'll have to do this the hard way.
me: *puts a leash around Jacks neck* let's go, jackie! *tugs on chain*
jack: Ow! chocking!
me: then go faster!
sander: my masterpeice~~!
me: STFU SANDER! no one FUCKING CARES.
sander: *snif snif*
me: yeah. Thats right. *puts pic in frame* wait... was it tha
BioShock - Atlas - Part 3a(That's it, kid. You're busto. My new friends will catch up with ya soon. Kid I hope they make it quick.)BioShock - Atlas - Part 3a5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The static of the fight and flurry of bullets can't stop the ache that shoots through Jack's chest. His voice cracks into a yell of pain and he falls forward, all thoughts of the splicers surrounding him forgotten at the lancing pain that's threading from the centre of his chest to every tip of his body. He can feel the sear in his temples and under his fingernails and just under the now-blistered skin of his feet. The sound bleaches out--washes away to nothing but garbled feedback--and all he can hear is the slowing thump of his heart.
Breaking dying, he never did stop to consider that he would--could die in this hell after every Big Daddy charged after him and pushed him into blood clotted water after he had survived each attack he
He's felt invincible until these searing moments. Jack would have never th
Let's go, Mr B."Let's go, Mr B!"Let's go, Mr B.5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
My, my, what a sweet voice. Like a melody to my ears.
I follow the trail of the voice, which echoed through out the corridors of Rapture.
I see a small girl, pale in the flesh and dressed in a dirtied pink dress, but her eyes.
Oh, those wonderful, luminous yellow eyes.
"Mr B, let's go! The Angels can't wait for us!" her angelic little voice teases as she takes my finger and leads me through the dark, damp back alleys of Rapture in search of... well, whatever that red liquid is. I look out at the submerged city, and take note of the tranquility beneath the waves.
Wait, who's that?
I see a large, ugly, diving-suited monster with a horrible luminous light staring at me.
Oh, silly me, that's just my reflection.
She stops by an object.
It's like a person, just it's not moving.
What is that?
Is that an 'Angel'?
She tugs at my finger, getting my attention
"Hurry up mr B! I can smell another Angel!" she innocently pleads, releasing her grip and skipping off further down the c
A Burning EmbraceBioshock 2: A Burning EmbraceA Burning Embrace5 years ago in Settings More Like This
WARNING: There's some major spoilers in this, so if you have yet to beat Bioshock 2, DO NOT read this.
She couldn't believe it....How could 2k do this to her? First they make Tenenbaum disappear from the game, and now they have the audacity to make her kill her favorite character, Sinclair?! She immediately wanted to stop playing when she saw his figure leaning shakily against the glass window, in his heavy Alpha Series suit. She new it was him, though she wanted to deny it with all her heart.
"Maybe, its not him....." She thought, frowning softly.
Lamb's smug voice was heard through Delta's radio, her next words wrapping around the girl's heart with a vice like grip that refused to let go.
"Do you recognize him Delta?" Lamb asked in a soft, questioning voice.
You didn't have to see Lamb to know that she was smirking, you could clearly hear it in her voice. Lamb was satisfied with all she had done, this pissed the teenager off to no end. She clu
WORD OF THE DAY 'FOOGOOT'WORD OF THE DAY 'FOOGOOT'4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FOOGOOT: ~ (Fuu-goo-T)
Female equivalent of a 'faggot'
created by Phillip and Terrence
Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 6Sitting quietly at the table, Frank watched as his last cigarette burned down, smoke coiling through the air.Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 64 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jack had held his hand all the way from the repaired orphanage to Frank's apartment. Admittedly at arm's length, but still...
Did it mean he was growing on the boy?
Frank rubbed at the back of his neck with a groan. Jack had decided to ask Brigid and the girls for their help last night. Telling them that help was needed repainting a newly furnished area kept the ladies from guessing just what it was they'd help decorate.
Putting the cigarette to his lips, Frank blinked as an arm wrapped around his neck, and the cigarette was stolen from his fingers.
"You shouldn't smoke, Frank." Jack sighed, yawning as he stubbed the cigarette out. "It's like kissing an ash-tray." He muttered. Laughing slightly, Frank leaned back to accept the sleepy kiss he pushed to Frank's cheek, and watched as Jack sleepily began making himself a cup of coffee, spilling hot water over his hand by accident.
Can You Feel the Love Tonight? (DanPie one-shot)As Dan pulled up to his apartment, he rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. It has been another long and hard day of scheming and carrying out his plans of revenge. Now he was just glad to get back home where everything was nice and quiet....or so he thought. He looked up to his apartment window and saw colorful lights flashing and heard music booming.Can You Feel the Love Tonight? (DanPie one-shot)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
What the heck? He quickly got out his car, slammed the door and marched up the stairs to see what all the ruckus was about. He fiddled with the keys, mumbling, when the door suddenly sprang open. A hand shot out and pulled him inside.
"Hey!" he shouted over the music "Just what do ya think your doing?!" Once his eyes adjusted to the weird lighting, he saw that it was Pinkie Pie.
"Pinkie? What's going on and WHY are there so many people in my apartment?!" he asked, using her real name instead of the fake one that was given to her. It didn't matter though. Everyone was too busy dancing and chatting way to notice.
She giggled. "
Another DayTitle: Another DayAnother Day7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Word count: 502
Ne, Ulquiorra? Orihime asked, not bothering to turn to her guard. He made a non-committal noise, which she took as her cue to continue. What day is it today? Ive been here for so long, Ive lost track of time.
Does it matter? he replied, staring at her with slight curiosity and annoyance. Time in Hueco Mundo passes differently than it does in your world.
She let out a little sigh, closing her eyes softly while fidgeting uncomfortably. Her eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, although he knew it meant that she was close to tears. A twinge of guilt passed through him, making feel a discomfort that he had not known since well, ever. What harm could telling her what day it was bring, after all?
Its the 14th of February, Ulquiorra relented.
Orihime opened her eyes in surprise, exclaiming excite
BioShock: Part 1AChapter 1 [Welcome to Rapture]BioShock: Part 1A7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Section A [Stranded!]
Would you care for another drink, sir?
No maam. My cigarette should do me just fine.
Alright, just let me know if you need anything.
The plane was slightly dim; most of the passengers had either fallen asleep, or were bemusing themselves with the post. The flight was supposedly long, but Jack had his own object to focus on during the flight. It was an odd package, even though the box had been wrapped in plain heavy brown paper, the kind you would use to hold groceries while at the super-market. It was tied together with heavy twine as well. But that wasnt what made the box so odd. Although it was as small as his hand, it weighed a bit more than expected, and the opening statement of the letter attached said Do not open until 63°2N and 29°55W, would you kindly. It was the oddest way to start a letter, but it must have meant something to the perso
Diagnosing BlitzwingDiagnosing BlitzwingDiagnosing Blitzwing7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Synopsis: Blitzwing and his psychologist try to examine his personality using only Freudian theories.
Talk = Psychologist
Talk = Blitzwing
TALK = Hothead
tAlK = Random
*sheesheeshank* = the sound Blitzwing makes when his personality changes
Tank you vore coming to see me, doctor.
My pleasure, Blitzwing. This is an unusual request though .
Vell, I vant to use Sigmund Freuds theories because he vas a vellow German.
But Freud wasnt German. He was Austrian.
*sheesheeshank* CLOSE ENOUGH!!
.Uh, OK. Are you sure that psychoanalysis is what you want?
*sheesheeshank* Vat do you mean?
Because you seem to be bipolar
*sheesheeshank* yOu MeAn
Bioshock: Obedient Slave 1Jack didn't know how many more secrets he could take from the world of Rapture. He held his breath at the sight of bodies in the 'Candidate Conversion' laborotory. The poor men, all 'volunteered' for the Big Daddy program, and left to drown in a cocktail of ADAM and plasmids.Bioshock: Obedient Slave 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Leaning against one of the walls, shaking his head in disbelief, Jack barely had a chance to shout when the wall fell away from behind him.
He landed in a cold puddle, the water sending a chill down his back. Standing up, he raised his head, and swore quietly. Four tubes lined the far wall, three empty. One was still filled with a clear blue, similar to the Vita-Chambers. Crossing the room, Jack spotted an audio diary. Hitting the button, he waited for it to play.
"Yi Suchong, Subjects: Atlas and Jack, Client: Fontaine Futuristics." A deep sigh escaped the recorder. "Fontaine demands results. I give results. Jack is completely functional and ready. Atlas..."
Jack winced as a lot of static and shouting overrode Suc
Welcome to RaptureWhat lies beneath the seaWelcome to Rapture5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a graveyard for the moonstruck men and women;
The sons and daughters of Adam and Eve.
An endless harvest of their red gold.
Will you capture the scene
And preserve it within the memory of the turrets?
Or will you go to Dr. Steinman
And create a new look?
Splice up your life,
For the price of your mind.
But when you want just one more taste
You throw your life away,
A slave to Fontaine,
And a slave to the city beneath the sea.
Would you kindly
Do my dirty work?
Put on the suit and grab your drill.
We wait for the battle,
Waiting to be saved,
But nobody comes.
No one can hurt my Daddy!
During the collection
We'll put Adam in our pockets,
Taken from the hearts of the dead
And devoured by the addicts,
Waiting for their next hit,
Knowing it might be their last.
So let us dance in the ballroom,
Guns at our side,
Waiting for a visitor.
Cock the gun,
And pull the trigger,
Lighting the path ,
To the city of the future.
Welcome to Rapture.
60 ways to annoy your teachers60 WAYS ON HOW TO ANNOY YOUR TEACHERS60 ways to annoy your teachers5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1.ask your teacher what they will be teaching, after reply "I'm out" give them your books at leave
2.when your teacher is turned, throw your pen across the room and say "it slipped"
3.When your teacher asks if anyone had any questions, say "yeah, how do i get boredom out of my head!!!!"
4.Pick a normally used word like "and" or "like" and every time it is said, clap your hands and run around your desk in a circle.
5.when answering a true or false questions, everytime its false stand and yell "LIES ALL LIES!!!!" sit down and act as if nothing has happened
6.Name your pen Mr. Pen and ask his opinion on the teacher's questions to you.
7.when your teacher says something intelligent answer with "quite right old bean" in an English sort of manner
8.draw a smiley face on your paper and talk to it
9.in Spanish class, specify that you don't speak Spanish so you don't understand
10.call everyone bob and all the teachers Mr/Mrs bob
11.hide things and watch yo
For Zexion LoversYou blushed a bit as his hand lifted up your hand by your chin, his lips hovering over yours. He pulled you close to himself and with a small smirk, he started to kiss you passionately. You enjoyed the sweet kiss...that is, until a certain Nobody woke you up. Zexion shook your shoulder lightly.For Zexion Lovers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We have meeting today and you don't want to be late, now do you?" he asked. Xemnas always gave out punishments to those who were late, and they weren't very pleasant, not at all.
Zexion saw there was a blush on your face and put the back of his hand on your forehead. You blushed a bit more, but just ever so slightly.
"Are you getting sick or something?" he asked.
"No, why?" you tilted your head.
"Your face is all red." he stated, pointing to your blush.
"Oh, that's nothing." you assured him. You slipped on your cloak, fixed your hair, and went to the meeting room while Zexion followed behind you.
After the meeting, you went to get your mission from Saix. You went over to the bluenette and he ha
I'm not a HeartlessI'm not a Heartless4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm not one to be talked about.
If you mess with the people I love,
you mess with me.
And I with such power,
why would you want to provoke me?
Darkness can comfort me,
but the light gives me strength.
I can overcome everything,
except for myself.
I, who had thrown myself away for the worlds,
would do anything just to go back to that time.
The time when the three of us were isolated on that island,
being the best of friends we were.
Maybe someday they'll forgive me.
Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 1WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED BIOSHOCK! SPOILERS ARE WITHIN!Bioshock: Rise Rapture Rise 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pulling the door closed behind him, Jack Ryan sobbed, sitting down. He stared at the large, stuffed polar bear, and wearily, strode up the stairs.
"Aw, kid. You look like you're ready to keel over."
Turning around, Jack shrank against the bear. "Fontaine." He breathed. He didn't look like Fontaine, though. His face was different, blond hair falling over his head. Leaning on the balcony, Frank smiled. "Come to settle the score, boyo?" He mocked in Atlas' voice. Jack sank to his knees.
"I just wanted to be safe." Jack breathed, looking up. "This is...I..." He closed his eyes. "Frank...Atlas..." He pleaded, standing up. "Help..." He breathed.
Slumping against the bear, Jack watched as the world turned dark, and he fell into the rising black.
Frank blinked. He'd expected a much more violent reaction from the boy, not for him to pass out.
Then again, he mused, stalking towards the fallen Ryan, with so many revelation
RaptureRaptureRapture5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once I live in a city under the sea,
Boy, it was the place to be!
The city alive and glow,
the sea outside aflowin.
Then the city started descending,
no more was the city a blessing.
Audio Diary collectionOne: Test DriveAudio Diary collection6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Heh. I suggested these damn things, so they're makin' me test 'em out. Ah well... *He clears his throat, his voice sounding significantly younger.* Alright. Well, it's currently January 15th of 1955. My name is Frank Fontaine. I'm currently 26 years old. Hmm... looks like recordin' checks out. Time to listen to playback.
Accu-Vox is up and runnin'. I figured I might as well keep usin' these. Fa reflection, y'know? Anyways; I've noticed a lotta people bitchin' about how Ryan's goin' off the deep end about the smugglin' ring. Hey, it's not like we're hurtin' anybody, right? Some people can't live without a bible on their hip. So, I'm thinkin'. I won't say about what yet, but I'm definitely thinkin'.
Three: You're the Top
Man. If Ryan did anythin' right, it's that anyone can be big down here. It's only been a couple'a years and already I'm headin' for the top'a the food chain. Granted, I hadda lil' help along the way, but my mama
Lost...Chapter four: Calico Shines!STEPHANO'S POINT OF VIEW:Lost...Chapter four: Calico Shines!3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I look down at her head gently resting on my chest....I feel like I have known her longer...like we have met before. I stroke her face gently to see how deeply she is resting. Then I pet Calico to see if she may be linked to Aradia in the Shadow Realm. Yes they are in the Shadow Realm I thought looking at her with worried eyes. I smiled and picked her up so I could find her a better place to rest "Please stay with me..." I whispered gently. If she wandered too far into the darkness she might not come back. I held her and Calico gently (bridal style) I kicked open a nearby door full of barrels. I glared at them and walked down the rest of the hallway kicking doors open until I found a bedroom. I let out a small sigh of relief gazing at the bed to make sure it was safe. I slipped her under the covers while I picked up Calico and placed her on Aradia's arms. I looked around while closing the door for anything suspicious. I went back to her side holding her hand a