Bioshock - Journal of Eugene Riley
August 3rd, 1959
Journal entry by Eugene Riley,
Poor Eileen... only five years old, she doesn't understand why we must leave Limerick. It breaks my heart to see her in sorrow, if there was only another way to show her the hardships of this land, another way for her to see the opportunities that await us in America, another way to forget... forget the pain. It hasn't been easy for Eileen since her mother had passed, it hasn't been easy for any of us. That is why we must leave, the airplane is waiting. Watch over us Deborah, our daughter will soon smile again.
August 4th, 1959
Journal entry by Eugene Riley,
Water and fire... the only living and breathing matter left alive. The airplane had met it's fate over the mid-Atlantic, there were no other survivors, Eileen and I had been forsaken. In the place of blessing and fortune I felt only desolation and despair... and then it emerged. Veiled under a facade of smoke, enveloped by the shattered skeleton of our airplane; a lighthouse in the ocean - our only salvation.
August 4th, 1959
Journal entry #2 by Eugene Riley,
Abandoned, we had stumbled upon the derelict remains of a lighthouse. Ushered in by a tall iron gate we were greeted only by darkness and cold. It appeared that no soul had stepped within these walls for a decade... and then light. "No gods or kings. Only man." a banner illuminated against the shadow. This was no conventional lighthouse, no staircase, no carrier was present to guide you to the crown of the monument. Instead there was a way down... down was the only way to proceed and so down we proceeded. More lights kindled the hallways as we descended and there it was, the machine that would breach a gateway into the ocean. I took Eileen by her hand and watched as the bathysphere took us into the abyss.
August 4th, 1959
Journal entry #3 by Eugene Riley,
Bright like treasure to a pirate's eyes, this was truly the jewel of the sea. I have seen many marvels of the world but none could rival the grandeur my eyes had sighted. A city... a metropolis beneath the ocean. Towers erected from the sea floor, alleyways traversed by marine creatures and lights... lights that acquaint to the beauty of Broadway. Could this be the city I had been in search of in my dreams? Had we arrived in New York? No... we've arrived somewhere far beyond my imagination. I've made it Deborah... we've made it.
August 4th, 1959
Journal entry #4 by Eugene Riley,
"Welcome to Rapture", under the guise of perfection lay the bones of affliction. Rapture as we'd come to discover was now a faint reminder or its once former glory. It's walls ravaged with the aftermath of desecration. There were no inhabitants, at least... none alive. A ghost city, the echo of water dripping through these vast halls offer a grim reminder of my seclusion... our seclusion. Poor Eileen, if she could only feel my sorrow for her now. "We're going to get through this" I said to her, "Daddy will always be here for you... always".
August 6th, 1959
Journal entry by Eugene Riley,
Resting has been difficult, under the veil of the ocean it has become impossible to decipher the cycle of night and day. However we must press on, a city of this magnitude surely must offer a method of communication to the surface, it is our only hope now.
August 9th, 1959
Journal entry by Eugene Riley,
The guise of sanctuary has many faces, after what seems to have been an eternity of searching I'd found it... a voice. A song from the shadows had crept through the depths to divert my senses. "Hello there!" I yell. No answer, the voice had disappeared. "Please I have a child, I need your help!", still no answer... and then, a silhouette. Revealing itself from the darkness, an arm and then a foot, a chest and then... a face. A terrifying visage, disfigured... no, mutilated. She spoke only sparsely; "No.. not your child... this little one is a child of rapture now..." and then with demonic haste she fled, fled with Eileen clutched in the devil's grip. I caught only one last glimpse of Eileen's grievous eyes before she became one with the shade. I'd lost her Deborah.
August 13th, 1959
Exhaustion had deprived me of my senses. This decaying world has left me bewildered, a labyrinth of ruin. Eileen is here, I cannot leave without her. Only the thought of her empowers me to proceed further, deeper into the midst of hell. Sometimes I still hear her voice. Eileen... I'll always be there for you... always.
August unknown, 1959
Several days have passed, perhaps weeks, time has drifted from my consciousness. Voices and footsteps are always around me, always nearing me. The sound of children encompass me, little sisters cheerful and playing. But when I approach, they are never there.
unknown, 1959
Madness has devoured my soul, I can no longer clarify the visions I have laid my eyes upon. She was there... a little girl, turning to face me as I approached. Eileen? No... it can't have been, this was not the Eileen I had treasured in my thoughts, this girl had been twisted and broken. The next word I could not rationalise between fantasy and insanity; "...Daddy?", and then a howl, followed by swift judgement. Something else was there, lurking among the shadow. I've been discovered, I must escape.
unknown entry date
last known entry of Eugene Riley
They know and they are always watching. I can hear their voices, echos from the deep... they're coming. What have they done to her Deborah? I told her we'd get through this... I lied. Poor Eileen... only five years old.
You have produced a really well written and original fanfiction kevin.
ReplyDeleteTelling a story in the form of diary entries is a fresh idea and makes it interesting throughout.
You used very descriptive language from beginning to end which only enhanced the uniqueness of your fanfic.
Even though I have personally never played the game Bioshock I can gather an understanding of the story line of the game and maybe the genre of the game through your very descriptive language.
I really enjoyed reading it and liked how you ended it, without any real conclusion just a man stuck in a foreign place by himself with nothing but his thoughts and regrets.
Excellent final piece of fanficiton Kevin.
ReplyDeleteAgain the idea of a journal entry was very original and I commend you on this. Your work paints a depressing image of the story. It is clear what you have attempted to create and I think you have been successful. Great description and detail throughout.
Thoughtful and interesting read. Great stuff, I have enjoyed your fanfiction.