As I walked down the cobbled street to the palace I felt a chill run down me as the harsh wind picked up for a single moment. It was now getting to winter, the harshest of the seasons and that meant strong gales all the way to blizzards stretching over the whole of Equestria.

I tightened the simple grey scarf around my neck with my cyan wings whilst looking around the street. Not many ponies were out in the evening but this time I was the only one walking on the whole street simply because of the small gale.

As I was about to turn my attention ahead of me I saw a small glimmer of light coming from my left. I looked back at the spot where the shine had been and quickly trotted over to it only to see that it was an old and torn poster advertising Rapture from a few years back when everypony wanted to go down to the impossible city.

I shook my head and noticed that there were parts of the poster lined with silver so that must have been what had caught my attention.

I turned around and looked at the poster one last time before continuing on my way. It was strange that there was still a Rapture poster since no one even mentioned the great failure of a city.

I looked up at the sky and saw a few pegasi flying around with clouds preparing a giant storm that was scheduled for later this evening. It was the first storm we have had in a while so naturally It was going to be a big one.

I started trotting down the seemingly empty city to the palace again. The Elements of Harmony had been summoned by Princess Celestia, co-ruler to Equestria, for some issue that had come up. Since Rarity and Twilight were already in Canterlot and Pinkie Pie was with Rarity, Apple Jack, Fluttershy and I had to catch the train here. I was the last one arriving in Canterlot since I had some convenient weather issues that had come up at the last moment and as a result it meant that I had to catch a later train than them.

I sighed in relief as I saw the main plaza come up which meant that I was close to my destination. There were a few lights in the homes coming on since the evening was rolling in and the street lamps were starting to glow.

Suddenly my ears pricked up at the sound of faint hooves behind me. I quickly turned around only to see nothing more than a loose piece of paper flying carelessly around in the wind a little way down the long street.

I shrugged realizing that it was nothing and turned around again before continuing on my quick journey.

I made it to the large and open plaza that now had almost all of the surrounding houses illuminating. I looked up at the sky once more to see only a few holes in the blanket of clouds left that had yet to be filled in. I squinted and looked through one of the holes to see that the sky was now a deep royal blue colour.

When did this short journey turn into a long one? I had set out on the express train at about midday and that only took about two hours then this walk should’ve only taken about ten to fifteen minutes and now it was late in the evening? What was going on?

My ears pricked up again and this time it was the sound of a twig snapping under a hoof. I looked behind me and saw a shadow move into an alleyway which scared me slightly.

I picked up my pace from trotting to cantering at the sound of hooves moving toward me.

As I made it to the other end of the plaza I ground to a halt then spun around frantically to see whoever was following me. I scanned the plaza and saw nothing.

I sighed in relief and continued on the way I was going only to be met with somepony swinging a bottle at my head.

It collided with the side of my head and broke on impact which caused me to cry out in pain and drop to the ground, my vision blurring as my head hit the ground.

I heard a female voice ask from behind me, “Did that do the trick?” It was a posh accent and the pony spoke faster than normal.

“I think so. She’s still conscious but not enough to do anything. Shall we continue with the plan then?” The second voice was male but almost identical to the first voice, the only difference was the pitch which was a few bars lower.

“Yes. Let’s continue.” The female said again.

I looked over to the female voice and slowly made out the pony. My vision was very blurry but I saw what looked like a bright orange mane and light blue fur with some form of dress over the top of it.

I blinked a few times and started to make out more features of the mare before a brown sack was placed over my head and what felt like rope being tied tightly around my wings.

I gritted my teeth as the rope was fastened off tightly on my wings which made them throb slightly.

Once they were apparently finished the rope around my wings tugged sharply and I started moving.

Occasionally I heard my now captors converse about something but I paid no attention to it and only how to escape. I tried lifting my head but quickly laid back down since the throbbing from my temples turned into a sharp pain.

After what felt like an eternity of being dragged on the cold cobbled ground we finally stopped. Then I was levitated into the air then placed on what felt like a wooden bench since tiny bits of wood pricked my left side.

Next the two ponies got in and rocked what I now realized was a boat before we started moving once more. I held my breath as the stench of the sea water and the rot of the boat wafted into my nose. This was not happening.

Eventually I ran out of oxygen and was forced to take a deep breath in order to stay conscious.

One of the two ponies must have noticed my deep breath and said, “It is a retched smell isn’t it.” It was the mare.

The stallion agreed, “Yes, quite retched. I say we let her see what is going on.”

“Alright.” The mare replied before taking off the sack from around my head. I blinked a few times before looking around at the surroundings.

Now that my vision was clear I could clearly see my captors. The mare had her bright orange mane done up in curls and was now wearing a bright yellow rain coat to protect her outfit.

I saw the stallion and it was like looking at the exact same pony but the gender reversed. He was also wearing a bright yellow rain coat accompanied with a bright yellow rain hat.

I asked nervously, “W-Who are you guys?” Fear clearly present in my tone.

The mare replied, “That is the least of your concerns. By now your probably wondering what on earth is going on.” I nodded slightly not having the courage to say anything. “Well, we have chosen you to get rid of Rapture once and for all.”

I sat up carefully and saw a lighthouse slowly approaching as it started to drizzle.

The stallion continued as the mare levitated a pair of brown satchels over. “What we want you to do is find the creator of Rapture, Andrew Ryan and kill him before sinking rapture by whatever means necessary.”

Wait. Did they just ask me to kill a pony?! “What makes you think that I’m going to listen to you guys at all? I have wings and when you untie me I can simply fly away.” I growled in response. I was not going to kill anypony at all.

The mare chuckled slightly and stated, “We thought you might say that. So we have gunners placed at key points outside your family home ready to kill your parents. If you do not follow our request we will send the word to execute the order. Is that clear?”

My ears flopped down to the sides as I took all of the information in. They would kill my parents?! That’s sick!

I nodded in defeat and replied, “Fine. I’ll do your stupid request.”

The stallion pushed the ores forward to stop the boat as we arrived at the lone lighthouse.

I put on the brown satchels and tightened the straps around my stomach so they were secure and stood up when we finally stopped next to the docks.

I climbed up the ladder and asked them, “What do I do now?”

The stallion used his magic to untie my wings whilst the mare almost shouted since it was now raining heavily, “Just enter the lighthouse and go from there! We wish you good luck!”

“Luck? She’s going to need more than that!” The stallion replied as they rowed away from me.

I stomped my hoof on the rotting, wooden deck before walking down it and over to the lighthouse which looked like it was falling apart and weathered.

I walked over to the huge front doors then pushed them open only to see a single light that was slowly dimming.

I entered the building then suddenly the doors the doors slammed shut behind me from the wind which plunged me into darkness.

I ran over to the doors and slammed my hooves against them and tried to open them. It was no use though, the wind had pretty much locked me in.

I sighed and turned around once more to see lights come on and a giant red banner with the head of a pony looking down at me.

I muttered to myself, “No gods or kings… only stallions… that’s sexist.” Next I noticed a plaque beneath it so I walked over to it and it read ‘Andrew Ryan’. “So that’s the Andrew Ryan… Pretty ugly.”

The whole thing was pretty impressive though, the floors were made out of some type of marble with wooden and metal walls. The thing looked almost new compared to the outside.

I turned my head to the left and found a set of stairs that led down so I trotted over and down them. I turned right and walked down another set of stairs beneath them to one more set of stairs but this time they made a large spiral downward with round plaques that had a different picture made out of gold in each one.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw a giant pod looking thing that had a rusted metal sign next to it. I said out loud, “Bathysphere. I guess that’s what this is.”

Without thinking I walked into the surprisingly spacious pod. The floors were made out of wood with plush looking benches lining it and a window on the other side. In the middle of the whole thing was a leaver.

I grabbed the leaver and pulled it down which caused the door behind me to slam shut and the pod to sink into the water below.

It was pitch black outside until I saw the outside lights come on and a support structure that said ‘Ten Fathoms’ with a metal sculpture of a stallion reaching up then the same thing again but this time the structure said ‘Eighteen Fathoms’.

Afterward a projector screen rolled down and a weird symbol came up in the middle of it.

After a light and peppy sounding piece of music started and a picture of a stallion with his hoof on fire lighting a cigarette for a mare appeared along with some text that said ‘Fire at your Fingertips!’ At the top and ‘Incinerate, Plasmids by Ryan Industries’ at the bottom.

“What the hell are Plasmids?” I thought out loud.

Almost immediately after another picture came up with the same stallion from before in the lighthouse, sitting on a chair smoking out of a pipe and the text ‘From the Desk of RYAN’.

The pony called Ryan said, “I am Andrew Ryan and I’m here to ask you a question.” The picture changed to a pony wiping the sweat off his face with a farm behind him, “Is a stallion not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the Princess in Canterlot. It belongs to the poor. No, says the Princess in the Crystal Empire. It belongs to the Empire. No, says the Princess of the Night. It belongs to everypony.” Images of the three Princesses popped up.

Then the picture changed back to him, “I rejected those answers. Instead. I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose…” The screen rolled back up, “Rapture.” We came over a cliff and out on to the glistening and impossible city.

I gazed in awe and the many different buildings and glowing signs. I had heard of the city before but nothing like this! There were schools of fish swimming around and even a giant squid. Bright lights lit up windows everywhere. It was impossible to see why this city fell.

Ryan continued as we entered the maze of buildings, “A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow. Rapture can become your city as well.”

We passed over a connecting tunnel and past another one of the stallion statues, the whole time Ryan was talking.

As we passed under another glass tunnel I saw what looked like a giant deep sea diver suit welding something in the tunnel. It was terrifying to say the least and having that huge drill on it’s forehead didn’t help one bit.

Then a giant whale below us caught me eye and I noticed more signs. One of them said in green ‘FLEET HALL’.

Over the communications thingy next to the door a stallion said, “We’re in the middle of the of the Sparkling Sea… how could a plane crash?”

A incoherent voice replied whilst we entered a metal exoskeleton of a tube and at the entrance said ‘All Good Things’ then ‘Of Equestria’, ‘Flow’ and finally ‘Into The City’.

We passed into a smaller tube then a cylinder that pushed us upward. The same voice said again but this time the voice sounded terrified. Just like me. “O-Okay, just one more minute… the ‘sphere- the ‘sphere' is coming up now…”

He must’ve been talking about us. Sparks of electricity sparked around as we were reaching closer and closer to the distressed stallion.

We finally reached the top and I saw the outline of a shadow back away from something whilst pleading with it, “Please, lady… I didn’t mean no trespass. Just don’t hurt me…” Now I could hear him clearly and he sounded like he had come from Manehatten.

He walked toward me and pleaded once more with the thing that now had hooks for hands, “Just let me go… you can keep my gun. You can-“ He whimpered as the thing pushed itself on to it’s hind legs then swung it’s left hook at the stallions chest.

The light flickered off as the guy cried out. Next the thing shot forward and impaled the poor stallion against the entrance of the sphere.

The thing pushed deeply into the neck of the stallion then ripped out it’s hooks to the side causing the stallion to scream and gargle before dropping dead to the ground.

I reeled back in horror as the light flickered and I could make out the thing as a demented pegasus with bronze hooks and messed up face. The thing asked in a creepily calm voice, “Is it someone new?”

I slowly moved away from the entrance and into the middle before the female thing shrieked in rage and jumped up to the top of the sphere with the help of her wings.

I covered my head with my wings and curled up into a ball on the floor whilst crying like crazy. I whispered, “Please don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!”

The sounds of metal and wiring being ripped apart didn’t help one bit and the sphere started to shake from the thing on top punching holes into it. Sparks of electricity flew around and a blue light flashed and flashed above me.

Why can’t this just end?! Please! Sounds of metal being bent and twisted got louder and louder and the screams of the thing got harsher and she got closer.

Then suddenly she stopped and jumped down before running away.

I smiled slightly before passing out from the fear.

Author's Note

here chapter one is! Hope you guys like it! Try and guess who the twins were, they were from a game in the Bioshock series but I'm not telling you guys which one they are from yet...

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