Halo: Rapture Fall of Utopia

(DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ (AT LEAST) UP TO ACT TWO OF HALO: RAPTURE.)

Written By: KTHM and Mortified Mind

Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, Bioshock, or anything you might recognize from other movies/games/books/poems or whatever else. I make no money from this, please do not sue me.

Claimer: All OCs are mine.

Concept: Prequel to Halo: Rapture. A Bioshock/Halo Crossover

Timeline: Before and during the fall of Rapture.

Main Character(s): The citizens of Rapture.

Summary: A collection of short stories (one shots) involving the people of Rapture during and before the Civil War. These will be stories elaborating on characters and what their life was like before the fall of the city. Character requests from Reviewers will be accepted. Anyone from Andrew Ryan all the way down to Peach Wilkins. People will only be revisited (two stories done on one person) if by popular request.

Note: The characters suggested have to live in Rapture during the decline.

Warnings: Blood, Gore, language, spoilers from Halo: Rapture, attempts of humor, insanity, Harvey, trying to tie events from Halo into the Bioshock universe. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Valley of Unrest

By: Edgar Allen Poe

Once it smiles a silent dell

Where the people did not dwell;

They had gone unto wars,

Trusting to mild-eyed stars,

Nightly, from their Azure Towers,

To keep watch above the flowers,

In the midst of which all day

The red sun-light lazily lay.

Now each visitor shall confess

The sad valley's restlessness.

Nothing there is motionless-

Nothing save the airs that brood

Over the magic solitude.

Ah, by no wind are stirred those tree

That palpitate the chills seas

Around the misty Hebrides!

Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven

That rustle through the unquiet Heaven

Uneasily, from morn till even,

Over the violets there that lie

In myriad types of the human eyes-

Over the lilies there that wave

And weep above nameless grave!

They wave:-from off their fragrant tops

Eternal dews come down in drops.

They weep:-from off their delicate stems

Perennial tears descend in gems.