A Big Daddy

(A work in progress. I am first throwing down the skeleton of the story then going through it again to flesh it out so what you see so far is unedited!)

Post WWII Germany. A former soldier of the Third Reich lives in the gutters with the shame of defeat. He overhears people speaking of a place called Rapture. A place free of the worlds restrictions. He decides to leave his homeland in search of a better life in Rapture.


5. - New Year's Masquerade-

               The prison is dark, damp and riddled with the sounds of pattering water and restless prisoners.

“Where do you think most of the guards went?” I asked Johnny.

“Probably attending that fancy Masquerade that’s going on tonight. Bet Ryan is scared shitless of another raid by Atlas. Beefing up his security.” He said, while biting down on a finger nail.

“Sounds unreasonable to throw a party, after all, Rapture is being torn apart with this civil war.”

“Well the rich must have their wee parties eh? Keep them feeling right at home. Like there is no war at all.”

               He is right. Ryan was trying to keep order and pull down a “facade of peace,” with all the parties he continued to throw, regardless of the increasing violence. I looked around the room from inside my cell. Leaks sprung in parts of the roof, mold festered in corners and the smell grew worse every day. The prison was not being repaired at all.

               A sudden quake shook the entire prison silencing all the clamoring of the convicts.

“The fuck was that?” Johnny yelled.

An explosion? Another violent quake ran through the prison. The walls ached as the quakes passed. The room filled with chaotic chatter, some screaming, banging on their cell bars, others screaming obscenities.  I looked to the office the warden was in, which overlooked the prison cells. He just sat at his desk with his feet up, smoking a cigar.

               Eventually the chaos died down and a low murmuring among inmates hovered through the cells.

“Hey Sven. What do you think is going on?”

“Probably another raid. But this time it sounded major. I thought for a second the ceiling was gonna cave in.” Johnny started to chuckle to himself.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I pissed myself.”

               After New Year’s Eve, the prison was left unattended. The prisoners stuck in their cells grew vicious with the onset pain brought on by hunger.  The warden just locked himself in his office paying no mind to the increasing tension in the prison. Me and Johnny kept ourselves occupied with thoughts of the outside world. The surface as it was widely known down here. I could hear Johnny’s voice weakening with each conversation we had.  Worry swelled in my chest as well as hunger pains. I laid down in my bed to sleep. Sleeping was the only thing we could do to forget the pain. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the beach. The warmth of the sun swarming over my body in the sunlight. Sand seeping through my clenched fist. The smell of the salty ocean water blowing through my hair. A tear made its way from my eye and slid down my cheek. Why can’t I remember it? My teeth clenched tightly. Why? For the first time since I arrived in Rapture, I had wanted to cry.

               *Pshhhh* A shower of rain fell on me that brought me out of my sorrow. I opened my eyes and noticed that the sprinklers in the facility were active and spewing water all over the place.

“What the heck.” I groaned.

I looked to the warden’s office window, which glowed in the darkness of the prison with an eerie yellow light from an oil lantern. I saw him standing up from his desk looking around his office, pistol in hand. I strained my eyes to see through the window which was fogging up from the sprinklers. I could barely make out his figure when I was startled by gunshots in the office. Things banged around the office and suddenly blood splattered on the window.  My heart began to beat faster.

               “Johnny. Hey Johnny, wake up-“ *BOOOOSHHHHHHHH* The office window shattered with a sea of fire pouring out. The blast knocked me back into the wall of my cell. Inmates started screaming in fear. *Chk* I heard the cell doors unlock in the entire facility. I grabbed one of the cell bars and pulled, opening the cell door. I don’t know what is going on, but me and Johnny are getting the fuck out of here! I ran out of my cell and saw Johnny leaving his. I looked at him for the first time since I met him months ago. He had brown wavy hair that was all slicked back. A short scruffy beard and soft green eyes. His eyebrows arched as if he were thinking of a question.

“Hey, let’s get out of here Sven! This place is not to my liking.” He joked with a smirk on his face.

               We both followed the flow of prisoners through the hallways towards the exit of the detention facility. The halls were becoming flooded with water and we were all soaked profusely. The closer we got to the exit, the more we could hear screaming at the entrance. We made it out and saw what looked like the end of the world. Splicers were crawling on the wall’s, shooting fire at inmates. Others were being beaten to death with crude rusty pipes. Some of the prisoners were fighting back, grasping a horribly deformed female splicer around her neck, choking the life out of her.  

“Holy shit! Sven! This way!” Johnny yelled at the top of his lungs.

I followed him along with a few other prisoners running from the massacre.

“We can hold up over there! In the pharmacy!” said an inmate in the crowd.

Johnny turned his head to the direction of the pharmacy and looked to me. We both turned and shuffled into the pharmacy with 6 other inmates. Slamming the door shut, we grabbed a table and some chairs and blockaded the door the best we could. Two of the inmates leaned against the barricade to reinforce it. *Kchht kchht kchhht* Banging on the door, the splicers were chipping away at the barricaded door. A loud crash caused me to turn my head to the small shattered window at the far end of the room. A splicer peeked his head through.

“Come come little fishies. I aint gonna hurt ya!” He screeched as he shattered more of the glass.

“What the fuck!” I yelled as we all stared in terror at the defiled face that taunted us. He suddenly stopped smashing the glass pulled his head out. Footsteps ran away from the window.

One of the inmates looked through the barricade to find out what was going on. I looked to Johnny, who held a very tense face.

“Oh shit!” Screamed the inmate as the door exploded in flames. The debris of the barricade flung into us, one piece hitting me square in the head and knocking me over. I felt disoriented as the room spun around me. It felt like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep me down. Splicers poured into the room and clawed the others around me as the hell around me faded to black.

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