Author's Note: Hello fellow Infinite fans! As a devoted fan of the Bioshock series and a worshiper of all things related to the Bioshock mythos, canon and non-canon, I am proud to publish my very first Infinite fanfic! I'm actually new on the site but I have been here before, meaning I've read other fanfics from other fandoms, primarily Bioshock and Portal related. I consider myself a nerd of the gaming world and am also a proud Whovian! :D Anyway, before you embark on your journey through the world of Columbia, I will tell my readers that this story is canon and non-canon to the Bioshock universe, meaning there will be references from the game (this is your spoiler warning!), as well as some elements (OCs, ships, feels, and lemons etc.) that I've added for dramatic effect. However, I'm not entirely sure whether I should change the relationship between Booker and Elizabeth, as they are father and daughter, which was confirmed in-game. Personally, I've always liked the idea that Booker and Elizabeth are lovers (if they weren't biologically related to each other). However, the idea of them being romantically involved, before, during, or after the initial events of the game, now seems awkward and just plain incestuous (unless you're the kind of person who's into that sort of thing). For my sake, as well for the sake and sanity of my readers, I will change the relationship between Booker and Elizabeth to a more romantic and sexual one (unrelated to each other), unless you want me to keep it canon. Please leave a review and let me know what you think! Suggestions are much appreciated! :)

Disclaimer and Spoiler Warning (Again): Just as a brief reminder to my readers, there will be many references, or spoilers, from both Bioshock and Bioshock Infinite! You have been warned! Read description first before continuing! Thanks and enjoy! :D

P.S. If there is an inaccuracy, please bring it to my attention!

All Bioshock & Bioshock Infinite characters are all property of Irrational Games and Ken Levine, except for any OCs that I create myself.

Chapter One: A Song from the Lamb

Aunt Rose spoke of charming princes and brave knights when I was a little girl, hiding under the bed sheets each night. I can remember the way the wind howled and blew around the exterior of my tower, my home, my indestructible prison, my lonely cage. I can remember gazing out the window with a glimmer of wonderment and curiosity in my eye, watching in amazement how the moon seemed so close to the Earth, and how its soft pallor and bright glow illuminated like a bulb, setting the stars around it ablaze. It was as if the sky was on fire! I would ask Aunt Rose why this was, and her only answer would be a couple of books on quantum physics and astronomy. I did ask her many questions about the sciences and nature, and why large boat-like air vessels traveled through the sky without falling to the Earth below. I was surprised by how it all worked, and how the answers to all my questions could be in the books I read. Each Christmas it would be the same, the same gifts she would give me. First, it was Sir Isaac Newton's works on Calculus, and then Galileo Galilei's studies on the geocentric theory. I never grew tired of reading, however, as it was my only form of escapism. My books, my studies, and my knowledge were my true and only companions. Isolation wasn't a word I found in the dictionary. I thought the tower was my world, was the entire universe in my hands, at the tips of my fingers. "Safety," Aunt Rose would say quietly before bed, "Safety from the Sodom below." I never understood those words, but I don't think she ever intended for me to understand them. When I closed my eyes, she sang a tune, a tune that she said my mother would sing to me when I was a baby, before she died of typhoid. Aunt Rose's voice was as smooth as the clouds that graced the heavenly skies, and as slow as the floats that would pass my tower window each July 6th, which was the annual Raffle.

Will the circle be unbroken,

By and by, by and by?

Is a better home awaiting,

In the sky, in the sky?

I looked out the tower window once more and saw the moon rising slowly over the same place; it seemed to have looked smaller in size now. I asked her softly, puzzled, "Why does the moon look bigger, but always stays in the same place?

"Oh, darling Elizabeth," said Aunt Rose with a chuckle and a smile before leaving me alone to sleep in my room, "constants and variables."

Author's Note: This concludes chapter one of "The Girl in the Tower." Thanks for reading! Please stay tuned for chapter two and don't forget to leave your reviews! Any suggestions for future chapters are much encouraged! Thanks again! :)