Columbia, 1912

Booker DeWitt was having a bad day; it, like most things in his life, was created by him. But still, a part of him wanted to blame Elizabeth for getting them into this mess and as for the postman, well, he better enjoy the fact that Booker put his ass on the line to save him from the Vox.

As an explosion ripped him out of his thoughts, as he took a peak out from the cover of the crate he and Elizabeth were hiding behind. A warship controlled by the Vox, its red banners draped around the balloon like some sort of holy garb, was raining rockets down onto the park setting the field and the tress ablaze.

"Booker!" screamed Elizabeth, tossing a shotgun at him.

"I'm on it!" replied Booker, grabbing the shot gun with his right hand while shoving his left into Sky-Hook that was slung across the small of his back, unfolding it as he ran. Taking a flying leap, Booker caught the sky rail than ran above the park before dipping down and winding around several buildings before shooting up in the sky, higher than the current warships altitude.

Whipping along the rails, Booker had a hard time focusing on anything because of the wind that was causing his eyes to tear up, but he still had enough sense to know when to jump off. Whipping around the buildings, Booker counted to three before disengaging the Sky-Hook, landing right on a Vox and snapping his neck, with Elizabeth following right behind him, her blue dress fluttering as she landed. Whipping out the shotgun, Booker stepped over the porthole and into the interior of the blimp. Only three people were inside, one piloting the ship and two operating the rocket launchers. 'Good' he though, as he lined up the shot on the pilot. The man let out a scream and dropped to the ground, his left side a bloody mess of mangled flesh.

Turning to face the men responsible for the rockets he saw that their numbers had grown from two to five, far more than he could take care of. Raising his left hand, Booker let out a single thought along with a twitch of the hand. Instantly, a massive, violet flock of crows appeared out of nowhere, descending upon the men, brutally pecking whatever exposed skin they could find, causing the men to scream and swat at the birds, desperate to stop the attack.

Taking advantage of this distraction, Booker ran past them, fully intent on bringing the airship down. And Booker knew the one place to hit it from: the engine. It wasn't all that had, you just had to cut the lines that fed into the engine. Whipping out the Sky-Hook, Booker did just that, the spinning claws cutting through the thick wires with the quickest of ease.

The resulting explosion and shakes from the airship told Booker that his job was done. Unfortunately, the Vox took the hint as well and they weren't planning on letting Booker go.

"Kill the fucker! If this thing goes down, he goes with it." they screamed as they whipped out various weapons and pointed them at Booker and Elizabeth.

Letting another thought lose from his head and into his left hand, Booker watched as it preceded to rip itself apart into a bloody mess of mangled flesh and blood that was somewhat together. With a simple flick of his wrist, Booker let loose with a bit too powerful blast of Bucking Bronco, causing the floor to rip apart into chunks of wood and sending the men flying into the ceiling with a horrible crunch before they crashed down. None of them moved, blood seeping out of their ears.

Grabbing Elizabeth, Booker whipped out the Sky-Hook again, taking a flying leap onto the Sky Line as the airship let out a mighty explosion. Booker felt the heat of the blast on his back, despite being well and away from the blast when it happened.

Landing with a dull thud in the middle of the park, Booker took a moment to catch his breath, but couldn't; the Vox have taken their time on the airship to bring in reinforcements, who surrounded the pair.

"Damnit, Elizabeth, you need to make a tear so we can get out of here." Booker growled in between pot shots at the Vox who were now swarming the area.

"Booker, I-I don't think I-"Elizabeth stammered, clearly afraid of the current events and the negative direction that it took.

"Elizabeth, you have to do this or we will die here." Booker said as he gripped her shoulders.

"I can't see any Booker. I-I-I-"Elizabeth was panicking now, clearly about to give into her fear. Booker tightened his grip on her, hoping to shake her out of her fear. "Elizabeth," Booker said. "You have to do this; I know you can." Elizabeth's face became a mask of determination. "Cover me Booker."

Leaping up out of the cover of the boxes, Booker unleashed a quick-fire barrage of the Devil's Kiss, the flaming grenades scattering the Vox, giving Booker a chance to pick several off before they regrouped and forced Booker to take cover again.

"Elizabeth have you got that tear op-"but Bookers query was cut short by the sound of Elizabeth's cry as a bullet ripped through her shoulder, the tear that she was opening collapsing and expanding at the same time, engulfing Booker in a bright light; seconds later Booker's head smacked a metal plate, in an place where the smell of blood, piss and sweet reeked high, but that didn't stop Booker from blacking out from the fall.

"A thought, dear brother,"

"Mmm?"

"What would happen if, by chance, the girl and DeWitt were to appear in a dimension where they never existed?"

"One would think that, given how the minds of two who occupy different area's-"

"-that not having to merge with would make it easier-"

"-but one can never be sure of things one has never done."

"There is one way to test this theory and determine the effects."

"It has already been done; by chance it seems dear sister."

"Then we will simply observe."

"I thought we already were."

"But not this."

"Of course."

So here I am again, working on something when I still have something else. Jeez, story of my life.

Anyways,

This story is a little something that I thought up just days after beating Bioshock Infinite. Don't expect this to be something updated on a regular basis, as this is something I intend to use to help me shatter my writer's block when it comes to Relay 999. However, if it becomes popular enough, maybe I would think of adding a semi-scheduled to it.

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