A Bio Shock One-Shot
(Underlined words appear in the glossary, located in "Artist's Comments", in order of appearance. READER DISCRESION ADVISED: Those under the age of 13 are not reccommended to read this story due to mild language, some gore, and semi-strong violence. This fanfiction is based on a video game that is rated M for mature. NO SPOILERS are included for those of you who play the video game. Feel free to ask questions of the author. Majority of characters not owned by author.)
RaptureA word that means bliss, joy, or a pleasant lofty emotion, according to the Standard English dictionary.
However, in the underwater city of Rapture, the dictionary has nothing to do with it. Jack Stow found this out the hard way.
Jack arrived in Rapture by chance. His flight from England to his home in Nevada had crash landed in the Mid-Atlantic, and hed swam to a nearby lighthouse, where the piano riffs of Somewhere Beyond the Sea had led him to the bathysphere that had taken him to Rapture. Upon arriving, Jack had his first encounter with a splicer, one of the crazed, homicidal denizens of Rapture. Thanks to the help of Atlas, an Irish man living in Rapture, over the radio, Jack was able to escape the extremely dangerous lunatic of a woman and acquire Electro Ball, the first of many injectable Plasmids.
Atlas taught Jack about Plasmids, the history of Rapture, EVE, Big Daddies, Little Sisters, Splicers, and other things. All of this was done over the radio, but Jack trusted Atlas with his life, and when Atlas asked that Jack help him and his family escape Rapture, Jack couldnt decline.
Now, Jack stood surrounded by Splicers, armed with a tommygun and his arsenal of Plasmids. He was a little low on ammo, but he still had quite a few EVE Hypos in his pocket. Lightning shot from Jacks left fingertips, stunning a Splicer or two, and he fired a few rounds of bullets. Jack thought that all of the Splicers were armed with pistols or wrenches, and hed been pretty sure of himself until he heard a machine gun go off. Damn, Jack growled.
I heard that, Atlas said in his thick Dublin accent, his voice crackling with static. Just keep goin; but stay on your toes.
You think I dont know that by now? Jack teased.
Finally all the Splicers had fallen but the one with the machine gun, who ran at Jack and pointed her gun at his head just as he pointed his at hers. Both of them halted as they met eyes. The womans eyes were tranquil and focused. She spoke, You...arent a Splicer? she asked.
No, Jack replied. Are you?
No, the woman said. Who are you? How did you get down here?
Im Jack Stow, and I came in a bathysphere, Jack answered. Who are you?
Nevermind me, the woman growled. Come on, come with me.
Without waiting for a reply, the woman grabbed Jacks wrist and pulled him off. She led him into an apartment complex. In the lobby, a Big daddy sat on top of a receptionist desk, idly spinning his drill back and forth.
Jack found this strange. Why wasnt the Big Daddy off looking after his Little Sister? That was his job, after all. Jack had never seen a Big Daddy slack off.
The woman turned to Jack. This is going to sound really strange, she informed him, then turned to the Big Daddy, speaking cutely, Mister Bubbles, this man is my friend. You be his friend, too, kay?
The Big Daddy nodded and patted the womans head, then began to examine a thermos on the desk. As they walked away, Jack watched him. The Big Daddy held the thermos high up and shook it. The cap popped off and coffee poured all over his head. His yellow eyes switched to red, and the Big Daddy ran his drill through the thermos, then returned to neutral mode once the coffee thermos had been duly maimed. Jack blinked confusedly, looking forward. The woman was a good way ahead of him, so he jogged to catch up. What was that? Jack asked.
I hacked it, the woman replied. Now it thinks Im a Little Sister. Ah, the joys of being short.
Jack noticed that she was only about five feet tall, possibly less, and she was dressed in a nurses coat, like a Little Sister. So, I can stay here? Jack asked.
Yeah, she replied. So, you said youre Jack Stow?
Yep, thats me. By the way, I never caught your name, Jack reminded her.
The woman hesitated. Freya Dodson, FBI, she told him. I was sent down here about a year and a half ago to investigate Rapture and arrest Andrew Ryan, the creator of this hell-hole. Anyway...whats your story?
Jack explained the plane crash and the lighthouse and the bathysphere.
How reckless can you be? Freya laughed. They just put the bathysphere out there, and you were just impulsive enough to get in the thing.
I had nowhere else to go, Jack defended himself.
Freya took a swig of vodka and propped her feet up on the dining table. I wouldve stayed in the lighthouse, Freya muttered. Go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. You smell horrible.
Jack scowled, ignoring the last comment. If theres one thing Im glad for down here, its Plasmids. Theyre really useful, he said, changing the topic.
I hate them, Freya grunted.
Why? Jack asked taken aback.
Everyone is born with a certain genetic code, and Plasmids change that, Freya explained. It goes against nature, if you ask me.
Jack nodded. That seemed justified to him.
Plus, Freya added, adjusting the strip of gauze entwined around her left forearm, arent you afraid that if you overuse them, youll end up a Splicer?
I...never thought about it, Jack mused.
One too many EVE Hypos will turn your brain to mush, Freya warned. My maximum is five per day.
Jack nodded. I hope... Freya murmured. I hope that when I leave here, I can get the Plasmids reversed or erased. Except maybe Incinerate.
I take it thats your favorite, Jack laughed.
Of course, Freya replied with a smile, then stood. Well, Im tired. Im going to bed.
I think Ill go, too, Jack agreed. Im taking a shower or something first, though.
Good idea, Freya laughed.
Hey! Jack retorted playfully.
Freya smiled coyly, then hung a left through a doorway and vanished into the next room. Jack washed up in the bathroom. Then went back out into the kitchen and took out his radio. Atlas, he said.
`Hey, Jack, Atlas answered. Where are you?
An apartment complex, Jack answered.
This girl helped me. Shes with the FBI, Jack explained. And were protected! She hacked a Big Daddy.
Really? Atlas asked, slightly skeptical. Never heard of that, but I suppose some people can hack anything...So, whos the woman?
Her name is Freya Dodson, Jack replied.
What does she look like? Atlas asked.
Uh...pretty, Jack said vaguely.
Be more specific, genius. Im doing a background check, Atlas urged crossly.
Jack opened the door to the bedroom. Freya faced away from the door, sound asleep. Shes got really dark brown hair thats about shoulder length, fair skin, and bright blue eyes. Her face is...Well, she has a baby face, and shes only like, four-foot-eight, so she looks like a kid.
Okay... Atlass voice said, probably writing all this down. And you said Freya Dodson, FBI?
Yeah, Jack confirmed as he turned out of the room, not noticing the blue eyes following him out.
The following morning (or at least it felt like morning), Jack awoke on the living room sofa with a bright yellow light on his face, stirred by a low mechanized groan. Jacks eyes focused and saw that he had a Big Daddy next to his face. He yelled loudly and fell off the couch. The Big Daddy put his non-drill hand over Jacks face to silence the yelling, but that only managed to muffle him. Freya came running in from the kitchen. Mister Bubbles! she cried scoldingly.
The Big Daddy removed his hand from Jacks face. Oh my God! he gasped. That thing almost suffocated me!
Freya shook her finger at the Big Daddy. I asked you to wake him, not give him a heart attack, silly!
The Big Daddy put a hand on his chest area apologetically. Sorry, Freya chuckled. I wanted him to wake you because breakfast will be ready soon. You two...bond or something while I finish.
And with that, Freya vanished again and continued her cooking. The Big Daddy sat on the floor, and Jack on the couch. There was silence between them. So... Jack began awkwardly after a while, you, uh...dont talk, huh?
The Big Daddy remained silent.
Yeah, I thought so, Jack sighed. Well...if youre a friend, well be seeing eachother a lot. Its a hassle to call you Big Daddy all the time...
The Big Daddy remained silent still.
Can I just, Jack started, call you Ed?
The Big Daddy shrugged. Jack took that as a yes, so the Big Daddy was hence forth dubbed Ed.
Freya had made pancakes for breakfast. She had gotten the ingredients for the by ransacking abandoned homes around Rapture. Surprisingly, they were pretty good. Having gone a while without a decent meal, Jack stuffed his face with food. Freya ate in a slow and polite manner. So who were you talking to last night? she asked.
Huh? Jack grunted through his mouthful of pancake.
I heard you on that radio of yours last night as I was falling asleep. Who was that? Freya asked again.
Oh! Jack remembered swallowing his food. That was Atlas. Hes been helping me via radio since I got to Rapture. Hes the reason Im still alive. I agreed to rescue his family from this awful place.
Thats nice of you, Freya murmured, sounding troubled.
Whats wrong? Jack asked.
I just dont think its a fantastic idea to trust a disembodied voice from a radio, Freya sighed.
What do you mean? Atlass advice has saved my life more times than I can count! Jack argued.
But youve never even met the man in person before. He could easily just be trying to get on your good side so he can lure you into a trap, Freya pointed out.
Be that as it may, I owe Atlas one, so Ill do what I can to get to Neptunes Bounty and save his family. Jack said defensively.
Freya bit her lip. If thats what you think is best...
Jack felt the need to change the topic. Why dont we get moving? We both have things that need to be done, so we should try to make a little progress, he suggested.
Freya smiled, Sounds good. Lets suit up, and then Ill see if I cant get you into Neptunes Bounty, she agreed.
Is Ed coming? Jack asked.
Oh...Thats what I call the Big Daddy.
Thats weird. No, he stays here unless I need him.
Oh, okay, well, lets go.
And with that the pair prepared their equipment for the day, then headed out.
Atlas searched file after file at his headquarters. There were stacks of file folders on his desk, the front of each labeled FBI personal.
Dodson...Dodson... Atlas muttered to himself. The Hell?! Theres no one name Freya Dodson in the entire FBI! Maybe he meant CIA...?
Atlas went back over to his file folder and poked around. Whats this...? he asked no one in particular, pulling from his archives an old newspaper.
This was an issue of The Rapturesque, Raptures local paper, from May 1956. It had an interesting article on the Rapture Police Department on the front page. Atlas scanned it carefully, then muttered, Oh, Lord, Jackll want to hear about this.
Jack and Freya attempted to make their way to Neptunes Bounty, the place where Atlass wife and son were being held. As usual, Splicers swarmed like flies. Jack wielded a pistol with fancy, upgraded bullets and his favorite tommygun. Freya had two pistols and a crossbow.
Jacks fighting skills were little more than standard, having gone into combat without any form of training. When it came to Gene Tonics, Jack tended to upgrade his defense more so that he could fight more Splicers at a time without having to worry about being killed from the rear. Besides, his aim was good, so he could just aim for vital areas to do more damage.
Freya, however, was masterful at combat. She hardly had to try when aiming, and her skill with the Incinerate Plasmid was like artwork. Her defense and pain tolerance were very low, but this was of little concern to Freya, because she was such a good sharpshooter that very little touched her. She had a much bigger flaw in her system, but it remained unseen.
Jack was grateful for his high defense skill, because he found himself becoming very distracted by how elegantly Freya fought. HE shot absentmindedly, watching her. Just as Jack began to think that Freya could not be more perfect, her flaw become known upon Freyas tripping over a fallen Splicers wrench; she was probably the clumsiest person Jack had ever seen. Ow... she groaned. My ankles sprained.
Jack moved in front of Freya to guard her. Can you move?! He shouted over his own gunshots.
Nope! Freya replied.
Great! Jack growled sarcastically. Just what do you intend to do?
Call a friend, Freya answered. Watch this!
Causing Jack to jump, Freya let out a bloodcurdling scream. Jack was about to ask what the Hell that was for when Ed went barreling past him, reminding that screaming is how Little Sisters summon their Big Daddies when threatened.
Ed was quick on his feet for the half-ton hunk of steel that he was. He immediately shishkabobbed three Splicers on his drill and spun them all off of it while grabbing anothers face the way he had Jacks and flinging the crazed man into several more, knocking them down like bowling pins. Jack was awestricken. Hed never been able to really take in the awesome might of a Big Daddy before, mostly because he was the object of their hostility.
Excited to work with such a powerful ally, Jack ran into battle to help Ed, who pushed him aside. Hey, I just wanted to help! Jack growled.
Ed made a rumbling noise and pointed to Freya. Jack understood, and he ran to Freyas aid. He gave her a piggy-back ride over to Ed, where Freya climbed onto Eds back, stepping on Jacks head like a stepstool. From that point Ed carried Freya on his head, where she assisted Ed with her crossbow. Freya shot a volley of arrows at the Splicers to teh left. Jack tackled the ones coming from the right and back, and Ed handled the ones coming head on. They were a fantastic team.
The army of Splicers died down shortly after and most of teh remnants fled. Wow, that was amazing! Jack cried. Ed, youre fantastic!
Ed lifted his hand and patted heartily and heavily on Jacks back, knocking the wind out of him. Freya giggled as Jack held onto Ed for balance while he regained composure. Freya slid down from Eds back, landing on her good foot, and took a few steps. I think Im alright now, she said, then tripped, only to be caught by Jack.
You were doing great out there, though. Ive never seen anyone fight so well, Jack complimenting her, helping her sit.
You, too, Freya replied. Because of the way you get outside of combat, I thought youd probably fight like a headless chicken, but I was wrong.
I do not act like a headless chicken, Jack protested.
No, Freya replied wryly, just an idiot.
At least Im not a brat like you! Jack retorted.
Although, Freya began to walk admit, youre probably the cutest, sweetest idiot Ive ever met.
She leaned closer to him, but Jack backed up. Wait a minute, he said. That is a compliment, right?
Yes, Freya giggled.
Alright, then, Jack murmured, then leaned in and went to kiss her.
However, as their lips were about to touch, Jacks radio buzzed. Jack! shouted a familiar Irish voice.
Jack moaned and stood. What? he growled, walking off to speak privately with Atlas.
I just found some information I think you should know, Atlas said. Listen to this: Rapture Police Scandal; last year Andrew Ryan announced a new officer fresh from the Police Academy to be the new Chief of Police. Freya Dodson, named Chief of the Rapture Police Department at age nineteen, is known for her ability with the Incinerate Plasmid and her sharp tongue, but what no one knew is that Freya Dodson is really Winona Ryan, the daughter of Andrew Ryan. She was given special treatment at the Academy and was instantly admitted a high rank simply because of her lineage an she held an alias to hide that simple fact. Dodsonor should we say Ryanhas been demoted to patrol officer, affective immediately. This was another lucky break for her; she would have been fired completely if shed been in any other circumstances. It shows a picture of the woman you described. I think the person youre with is really Winona Ryan, and shes helping Ryan get rid of you!
What? Youre sure? Jack asked confused.
Of course! Would I lie to you? Atlas assured him.
Jack thought about what Freya had told him. You might.
What are you talking about? Atlas asked.
Freya was right about you! Youre just trying to trick me, Jack accused him. Now youre trying to turn me against my only friend?! How low can you sink?!
No! Im not listening to you! Im helping Freya now! I guess that nice little ambush you had set up at Neptunes Bounty is ruined now, isnt it?! Huh?! Jack demanded.
Youre making no sense! Atlas shouted.
Youre the one who doesnt make sense! Jack yelled back. Why are you lying? Why are you out to get me? I didnt do anything to you! So what the Hell is your problem?!
Im not! Atlas argued.
Liar! Jack accused.
Atlas spoke no more. Jack turned the radio completely off and shoved it in his pocket, storming back out. Freya could see he was fuming. You okay? she asked.
Just dandy, Jack snorted, sulking off.
Where are you going? Freya asked.
Back to the apartment! Im not falling for Atlass tricks anymore! he shouted.
Freya waved for Ed and ran off after Jack. What happened? she urged.
Atlas told me that you were a fraud with an alias. Jack grumbled. Can you believe him?! All Ive done since I got here is work to help him, and now hes trying to turn me against you.
Freya pursed her lips and put an arm around his shoulder consolingly. I know you feel betrayed and angry, and thats hard to get past, but if theres anything I can do... Her voice trailed off.
Jack sighed. You were right, he muttered. You were right about everything.
When the group arrived back at the apartment, Freya grabbed a bag off of the dining table. Jack, she said, Im going out to scavenge for supplies. Ill be back shortly. Stay here and take care of Mister Bubbles for me, okay?
Jack smiled weakly. Okay, he sighed.
Freya kissed him on the cheek, winked, them headed out. Bye.
Jack blinked, taken aback. He rubbed his cheek and sat down, and was in a smitten daze until Ed came tromping in. He had spilled a pack of Freyas ammo, and was trying to pick up a tiny, rolling bullet in his massive metal hand. Jack observed for a while, saw that Ed was having trouble, then got up and helped him. When they had gotten all of the ammo back in the box, Jack sat on the kitchen counter. Hey, Ed, can I talk to you? he asked.
Ed took a seat on the floor and rumbled softly.
Jack sat on the counter. I just have a lot on my mind. Have you ever gotten betrayed?
Ed just sat there.
No, I didnt think so, Jack sighed. Well, youre pretty lucky, you know that? When you get betrayed by a friend...you feel mad and hurt. I dont think I deserved it, you know? It makes no sense...
Ed made a whirring noise.
Jack sighed deeply Im glad I can talk to you, Ed, he said. Hey...do you think Freya likes me? Like, really likes me?
Ed gave an uncertain groan, and a few gears clicked. Jack thought it sounded like Ed was thinking.
Girls are complicated, Jack agreed. I like Freya a lot, though. I might ask her on a date...Say, that wouldnt bother you would it? Youre kind of protective, and youre a Big Daddy, after all. You wouldnt mind, would you?
You know, Ed, Jack laughed, youre a pretty good friend.
Meanwhile, Freya looked around with shifting eyes, then snuck through a door. The room behind it was dark. She shut the door behind her, and a spot light flashed on her. Winnie, called a voice from the shadows. is that you?
Freya squinted. Yes, Father.
Andrew Ryan stepped into the light. He wore a pinstripe suit and chewed on a half-smoked cigar. Have you killed Stow yet? he asked.
Not yet, Freya replied. Im still making sure I have his trust.
Why do you need to do that? Ryan asked. Just shoot him.
Im seeing if he has any information of value to us, Freya explained. Plus, its more fun this way.
Ryan smirked. Well, I do work you fairly hard, he mused. I suppose I wont ruin your fun, but try to pick things up.
Unfortunately, I have to, Freya admitted. That nuisance, Atlas, figured me out. Stow didnt trust him, but Im worried that he may become suspicious.
Ryan frowned deeply. So theyre onto you, are they? he growled, turning his back to Freya and puffing on his cigar.
Im afraid so, Freya sighed.
Ryan whirled around and grabbed the scruff of her dress. I told you not to blow your cover! he shouted at her.
I tried! I dont know how he found out! Freya whimpered.
Shut UP! Ryan howled, backhanding Freya.
Freya dropped to her knees on impact and gingerly touched her stinging cheek. Ryan grabbed the back of Freyas dress and yanked her up gruffly. I want Stows head on my desk tonight! he hissed.
O-of course... Freya stammered, scrambling for the door.
Andrew Ryan scowled at Freya as she opened the door. Winona, he said just before she closed the door.
Freya popped her head back in.
Ryan sucked on his cigar, then said as smoke spewed from his mouth: Failure will not be tolerated.
I know, Father, she murmured, then exited quickly.
Relieved to be away from Ryan, Freya heaved deeply, then ran off to hurriedly to pick up some supplies so it didnt look like shed been doing nothing the whole time.
Freya returned to see Ed and Jack on the floor in the living room, playing cards. Ed held up a card for Jack to see. Go fish, Jack replied. Oh, hey. Freya. So, tomorrow we start searching for Ryan, right?
Uh...yeah, she muttered. Which means we probably should get some rest now. Well have a long day tomorrow.
Okay, Jack agreed. Sorry, Ed, well have to postpone our game until later.
The pair picked up their cards. Ed went over and sat on the floor against a wall, and the yellow lights of his eyes dimmed as he converted to standby mode. Jack took off his over shirt and was in just his jeans and a beater. He jumped onto the sofa. Goodnight, Freya, he yawned.
Freya stood in the door of her bedroom. She smirked devilishly. Goodnight, Jack, she whispered, and closed the door.
Jack rolled over and tried to sleep, but he couldnt. All he could think of was Freya, so he started coming up with a way to ask her to be his girlfriend. Jack was pretty absorbed in thought when he heard a door creak. Assuming it was a Splicer or Atlas coming to take him out, Jack pretended to be asleep.
The footsteps came to the couch, and the click of a pistol being cocked was heard. That clued Jack to where the gun was. He rolled over and took hold of the pistol, wrenching it from his attackers hands. Jack then turned on the lights to reveal who his assailant was, and he nearly died of horror.
Freya? Jack asked incredulously.
No, Freya replied darkly, my name is Winona Ryan.
Wh-what...? Jack choked.
Dont you get it?! barked Freyaor rather, Winona. Atlas was on your side the whole time. He was right about me, my past, and my lineage. I was the one who tricked you.
But....why? Jack asked, bewildered. Why are you trying to kill me? I thought you liked me.
I did, Winona admitted. However, youre an impediment to my father and the city of Rapture, and therefore are an impediment to me as well. As soon as we knew you were here, my father sent me to eliminate you.
Jack gave her a quizzical stare. And you just...do whatever he says? You dont stand up for yourself?
Pfft! Ive already screwed up once. Coming back empty-handed is like begging for death, Winona said. It was my life or yours. I like you, but not quite that much.
Winona pulled out a second handgun, and Jack rolled out of the way as she fired a few rounds. This sound disrupted Eds standby mode and alerted him to danger, and he quickly got to his feet. Jack took out his tommy gun and fired several bullets at Winona, but Ed was quick to block them. Oh, shit, Jack grunted, remembering that Winona was perceived to be a Little Sister by Ed, and to get to her, hed have to beat Ed first.
In order to regroup, Jack fled out of the apartment and into the huge lobby, diving behind the receptionist desk. He turned his radio on. Uh...Atlas? Jack called.
What now? Atlas growled, justifiably still agitated with Jack.
You were right, Jack replied.
About what? Atlas asked.
On que, Winona and Ed came out into the lobby. You cant hide from me, Jack Stow! she spat. Your head will be on my fathers desk!
Oh, Atlas replied, that.
Winona leaned over the desk. Found you, she snickered.
Jack used his Telekinesis Plasmid to push Winona away from him. She toppled over and fell on her back, but flipped over and got to her feet. Ed sped towards the desk and drilled straight through it, nearly drilling through Jack. Ed was red-eyed and aggressive, Jack barrel-rolled aside as Eds massive drill came down and tore away at the flooring. I know that the whole ally thing was too good to last, Jack muttered, evading Eds drill hand yet again.
This process went on for a while, and Jack would launch his Winter Blast Plasmid at Ed in hopes of deterring him. Jack didnt particularly want to destroy Ed, but he had to do it in order to fight Winona. He didnt particularly want to kill her either, but it had to be done if Jack wanted to survive long enough to see sunlight again, as opposed to ending up as one of Andrew Ryans trophies.
Finally, Ed cornered Jack. Eds drill was raised high, spinning furiously and aimed at Jacks head. Jack sweated profusely and swallowed hard. His demise was imminent, but he smiled weakly. It was fun while it lasted, ed, Ed? Jack huffed, short of breath.
Eds drill stopped spinning and he went back a few paces. He lowered his drill, and his read eyes turned yellow as he sat down on the ground. Jack stood slowly and gawked at Ed with surprise and uncertainty. Ed gave a nonchalant groan, the tone of which was low and almost mournful. Suddenly, something dawned on Jack, and he understood this behavior; Ed was surrendering.
To approach a Little Sister, her Big Daddy must be destroyed, with no exceptions, even if the Little Sister was really just Winona. Ed knew that Jack had to battle Winona but no longer had the will nor desire to fight Jack. Ed was letting Jack destroy him.
Jack comprehended all this, and felt sick to his stomach with guilt. Even thought Ed was nothing more than a machine hed been a friend to Jack. Jack could hardly stand having to destroy Ed, but it was either him or Ed, so Jack created a blade of ice with his Winter Blast. Im so sorry friend, but...this is how it goes, Jack muttered sadly, and then ran Ed through with the ice blade.
Ed fell backward. Sparks spat from severed circuits, crackling franticly, then gradually died off. Winona walked over and stood above Ed, looking down at her fallen guardian grimly. Looks to me, she sighed, like you, Jack Stow, have earned the right to fight me.
It would seem so, Jack concurred.
Winona glared up at Jack with furious, ocean-blue eyes. They radiated a vicious intensity Jack had never encountered before. Winona then extended a hand, and snapped her fingers, flames streaming towards Jack.
Jack escaped the inferno, but its heat singed his skin in some places. This was Winonas amazing Incinerate Plasmid. Jack countered with Winter Blast. The battle of fire vs. ice had begun.
Jack pointed to Winona. Okay, Freyaer...Winona.... Whoever you areLets get one thing straight; I dont take well to people who lie, cheat, and force me to fight my friends, so dont think Ill go easy on you just because I think youre the most beautiful woman Ive ever met, he told her.
Winona smirked. Them expect nothing less from me, she replied, firing flames at him.
Jack dodged and fired a volley of ice blades at Winona, but his aim was way off on a few and they struck the ceiling. A half-rotted wooden rafter gave way, coming down on Winona.
Winona willed herself to move, but could only gawk upward. Them she felt something hit her from the side and bowl her over and put of the way. Jack had rescued her. Are you okay? he gasped.
Yeah, Winona replied, then remembered what was going on. Wait, whyd you save me? Im trying to kill you.
I guess love makes you crazy. Jack muttered with a shrug, them drew Winona closer and into a long passionate kiss.
When they finally unlocked their lips, Winona gasped. Both she and Jack had turned twenty shades of red.
The funny thing is... Winona murmured, I think I love you, too... which makes it all the more painful for me...to do this.
Winona took a knife and tried to stab Jacks chest, but he moved aside some and took a deep wound to his upper arm. As he tended it, Winona scrambled up and pointed her gun at him. Jack ran from several bullets, then took the knife from his arm, sliding it close to Winona and thrusting it into her thigh. She wailed and Jack took her pistol and instinctively shot Winona in the chest.
Winona collapsed, leaving Jack shocked, disoriented, and breathing heavily. Winonas breath staggered, and she drew her last, and with it, said one word. Idiot.
Jack clenched his fists and suppressed tears. Winona was dead. So, you killed her, Atlas said over the radio.
It had to be done, Jack replied.
You gonna be alright? Atlas asked.
Yeah, Jack sighed. Im used to horrible, horrible things happening to me.
Well, weve still got a long way to go, Atlas muttered.
Yeah, Id better get a move on, Jack agreed, walking towards the lobby exit.
I cant believe you killed your girlfriend, though, Atlas mused. See, this is probably one of the reasons youre still a virgin.
She wasnt my girlfriend! Jack argued. And how did you know that Im still a virgin?!
Its not hard to guess, Atlas laughed.
Oh, shut up, Jack growled.
And with that, Jack then opened the exit of the apartment complex lobby. He turned his back on the memories of this tragedy; scraps of the coffee thermos Ed had destroyed, the deck of cards theyd used. Remnants of syrup from teh pancakes theyd eaten, the couch hed slept on, Winonas vodka stash, and even his old tommy gun were left behind. Jack turned away from the broken frame of Ed, his friend the Big Daddy, and the corpse of Winona Ryan, Freya Dodson, his first love and his betrayer. Jack Stow shut the door on the apartment complex, and with it, all the memories of what had occurred there, and the terrible tragedy that had befallen him.