Hi! I hope I get most of this right lol I've only just started playing the first Bioshock game, but I've watched my sister play both games numerous times. I looove Bioshock! (Sander Cohen, Andrew Ryan, Frank Fontaine FTW! Down with Atlas XD )

Prologue

A man in a light brown leather vest with a knitted yellow sweater underneath and tattoos on the underside of each wrist stepped out of a Bathysphere, his black and white loafers echoing. He walked across the little bridge and into the vast room. He didn't stop until he was facing a broad wall. On that wall, words were smeared in blood - Fresh blood.

His hand ran gently across the blood, smearing it.

A Ryan has returned. Was all it said. Each letter was carefully written, as if it were a masterpiece. The width of each letter suggested it was written by either a pianist, a female, or a very feminine male.

"Why have I returned...?" The man murmured, speaking his thought aloud. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he was back. Something urged him here.

He blinked, snapping out of his daze and back into the horrible reality. With out further hesitation, he turned and walked across the corroded linoleum floor and up the carpeted stairs. With each step he took, a light flickered on to light his path.

At the top of the stairs, he stopped. He felt the blood drain from his face. Something written on a wall scared him more than any Splicer or any Big Daddy.

On the wall, written in blood that was still warm to the touch, read:

Would you kindly? Would you kindly? Would you kindly stop and notice? Why are you here, Jack Ryan? Why have you returned? Things were going so nicely until you came back. So... Would you kindly step into that Bathysphere and float back up to where ever the hell you've been since you left? But that won't work, right? You have to literally hear the words to have it work, don't you? Fine. Take this as a warning... would you kindly?

Jack stared at the words for probably more than five minutes before his mind began to work again. Was Frank Fontaine...? No. It couldn't be. Jack had personally seen to it that Mr. Fontaine had been dealt with. Who was this person and how do they know Jack's past?

Running his fingers through his thick brownhair, Jack realized why he was here. Someone knew about his past. Someone knew he had stopped Frank - And they didn't want Jack to stop them.

He was no longer scared, but instead filled with unquenchable anger. This filthy bastard is mocking how Frank tricked Jack. He was going to kill this man, and possibly a few splicers along the way. Without further ado, he glanced around for a weapon of some sort. All he could find was a pipe, a suit case, a monkey wrench, something that appeared to resemble a rabbit, and a rusty scalpel. Seeing as a pipe was so clichè and everything else was useless, Jack took the wrench. Sometimes you just gotta make the best out of things.

Then he set down the hall carpeted hall, hefting the wrench. He wasn't going to stop until this bastard was dead and gone.

Deep in the bowels of Rapture, where all the furniture was glamorous and fancy, a women sat in a velvet lined couch, her blond hair spilling over her shoulders. She was not a Splicers, nor was she an innocent civilian who had managed to survive. No, she was far from it.

She had beautifully sharp features and vibrant green eyes which almost seemed to glow in the darkness of her Viewing Room. Her manicured nails tapped gently on the arm of the couch as she was over ten screens of video, just for three rooms in total. Her attire was nothing less than fabulous and her voice brought even the bulkiest of men to their knees.

Unfortunately, her soul was not as beautiful as her shell. Inside, she was dark and ugly, each feature oozing with hatred and malice. Most men who knew who true motives would call her a harpy. A witch of the sea. However, she did not consider herself a mere 'witch'. If she had it her way, everyone would be calling her 'Mistress'.

This woman ceased tapping the arm on the couch and slapped it loudly, getting the attention of a girl sitting on the floor beside the couch that was one third empty. She wasn't aloud to sit on the furniture.

The girl scrambled to her feet. "Yes?"

The woman glared at her, pursing her cherry red lips.

Clearing her throat, the girl corrected herself. "Yes... Ma'am?"

"That's better." The woman snarled. She pointed a red finger nail at the screen in the very middle of the screen-group. "You wrote exactly what I specified?"

"Yes, ma'am." The girl assured. "He gave me plenty of time to write the second o-"

"Shut up. I wish not to listen to your voice." The woman growled. "Your very presence disgusts me. If it wasn't for the fact that you're a one-of-a-kind Splicer, you would have a very large space where your forehead used to be." She glanced at the screen. "I want you to go down there and toy with him. Nothing too painful, mind you. I want to have my fun, too."

The girl nodded, still standing by the couch.

"Well?" The woman snarled loudly. "Are you waiting for an invitation? Leave my property, or I will set the 'bots to attack your DNA." She waved her manicured hand.

"Eh, yes Lady Sapphire. Sorry, Lady Sapphire." The girl bowed and started to back away. She stopped when the woman known as 'Lady Sapphire' called her name. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Make sure Mr. Ryan gets his hands on some EVE. We wouldn't want him to tire himself before the real fun starts." The woman purred.

The girl nodded, backing away. She rushed out the door, softly closing it behind her.

Lady Sapphire watched her leave, her lip curled in disgust. How could something so young be so... so... so mutated? It wasn't that the girl was ugly. In fact, she was quite normal looking. It's just that this girl has Adam running through her veins. But to her defense, it wasn't her fault. She's been growing up around ADAM her whole life.

Turning her attention back to the screens, Lady Sapphire stretched out on the sofa like a cat, her eyes flashing in the dim lighting.

"Welcome home, Mr. Ryan." She murmured softly. "I think a little get together is in order - To celebrate such a fine occasion."