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Re: 6. Chapter 1 Complete
Chapter 1 - The Crash
Lifeless bodies and debris sank slowly into the Atlantic as if part of some sadistic piece of art. A wing of the now broken plane falls into the water shattering the propellor into thousands of fragments. Jagged metal pieces whizz through the water but instead of causing more destruction the commotion brings one body to life.
The man thrashes about wildly trying to make it to the safety of fresh air and he begins to scream. After ,what seems to him, an eternity, he bursts out of the water and takes a few large breaths. He quickly becoming distraught by what he sees, wreckage and flames. He searches for something to float on while he calls out for help but flames are, morbidly, the only thing he can see moving. Latching onto a piece of fuselage he begins making his way out of the flames which almost encircle him. What had happened? Where were the people? Why had the plane crashed? He thought. As he moves towards the narrow exit the sinking back section explodes blowing him off his only comfort and back into the water.
After awakening under water, again, he makes his way up to the surface for a second try, surely this can't be good for one's health. But this time when he breaches the water he is greeted by a far nicer sight. A light house, ,which the tail had been hiding, a mere 30 feet away, with lights on. After making his way to the light house he climbed the steps leading up to the door. Hoping to find someone to help in his search effort for the other passengers he begins banging on the door. After no one answers he pulls open one of the large double doors.
He is greeted by complete and total nothing....The absense of sound, the absense of light, just nothing. After searching for a lantern and trying out his now soaked matches, desperate, he ventures in slowly moving in the dark. A loud popping sound causes him to jump back and he freezes as a spotlight comes on and a soothing rendition of Over the Sea has come on, setting him a bit at ease. The light illuminates a large bust of an intimidating looking man and a banner that reads "Rapture: No gods, nor kings, only men". This is certainly promising, though the banner is a bit confusing, but still no sign of an actual person other than that rather disconcerting man's head grimacing at him. After searching for stairs, or a door, up to the top of the light house he finds instead that the only way out of the room is the door back outside or a bathysphere. None too keen to take a ride down to wherever it goes, he heads back outside and makes one last call, but all that's left is burning debris and an oil slick. Laying down on the top of the stairs, overlooking the sea, he decides to rest a moment.
The wrecked plane is all but gone except a few pieces of charred fuselage and some bags. He kept rerunning the last few minutes on the plane through his head. What had happened to the plane? Was it the engine or lightning or something else? He was taking a smoke while opening a package from his parents and then the next thing he knew he was 10 feet under the Atlantic. As he thought about his parents, it really hit him that sitting in an empty lighthouse, with little hope of being found, he might never see them again. Or anyone else for that matter. Venturing back inside, the song and light popped on again, and he searched, in vain, for some kind of door, anything, leading upstairs.
But again only the door out and the bathysphere. It's a very strange room, the way it's designed looks familiar to the designs of the 40's but somewhat different. The pillars are made to look like men holding up the structure. And there's a plaque he missed the day before that reads "Where on earth is there a country for a man like me -- Andrew Ryan". Yes another confusing thing in this room. After pacing about trying to decide what to do, for the better part of a half hour, he goes back outside. He began looking through a few pieces of luggage that had washed up at the bottom of the stairs hoping to find something to eat or drink. Of course just clothes and shoes were in them and he wasn't hungry enough to try out leather. He then spent the better part of that day swimming around looking for luggage and food. After a full day doing this, the reward for his labor was nothing but a box of raisins. Those happy california raisin guys might just save my life. That night he lit a fire with all the luggage and some dry matches he had found. But noone came and he began to think he would never be found. Thirst began to suck at his spirit and that coupled with fear made him start thinking seriously about trying out that bathysphere.
The next morning, exceedingly thirsty and down to his last two raisins, he gathered his courage and decided to go. Inside the bathysphere was a bench that stretched around the inside wall of the sub. The sub was covered on the inside with red velvet and little plaques were scattered around it listing people and places in Rapture, which must be some kind of undersea lab or maybe a ship. Closing his eyes and saying a little prayer he pulled the lever and sat down as the glass door shuts. The pod begins sinking, voluntarily taking him to where twice the day before he had stopped death from forcing him to go, the depths of the Atlantic.