First of all: PG-16/17, due to the source material.
No knowledge of the games required.
I hope fans of the games can appreciate this view on Rapture
Without any further ado, I hope you enjoy it. More to come!
Rapture: House of Broken Mirrors
Chapter I: It dawned on him
Ship log, date 10th of March, 1946.
Happens to be my birthday today. Figures. I was assigned to steer this ship, since no man may return from this here secret destination. They'd shoot me off the cliffs probably if they'd find this. No matter. I'm not going anywhere. This Rapture's a grand place to live and tell the tale. Someday. Just gotta ditch these rich folks at where they need to be and then I can take a new look at life under the sea. Under it, you heard me! Hm, shouldn't be writing like I'm adressing a paper man instead of a captain's log. Wonder whose this used to belong...
The log ended with a bloody print, presumably of the former owner. In the distance, the lighthouse loomed in the eerie light of the waxing moon. The sea was unusually calm, the captain could feel it as he felt he'd grown a year older once more. They were close and he didn't need the map or his eyes to tell him that. He could smell it.
Meanwhile, tall and short men in sharp suits were gathering their wives and children on the top deck and held onto their hats as there was a mild draft. A light beam was jettisoned into the sky and the dark clouds that hung over them. The ghost lighthouse, it was real and was about to reveal all its secrets to them, so a man had thought as people made way for him and his family so they stood closest to their destination. His name was Ferris Fawl and he was a respected businessman back in America, having turned his grandfather's relatively small invention into a succesful multimillionaire concern of consumer goods. Why he would come here?
"My apologies, you were saying?" Ferris Fawl said, still absorbed in thought as he turned to the man that had adressed him.
"Oh, I was just wondering what a man such as yourself would be looking for here. After all, it's vast and mysterious, but I bet my hat it isn't as big as the western hemisphere. Bilbo Quickly, nice to meet you," the man said as he reached out his hand.
Mister Fawl returned the gesture and studied the man's appearance. His white hair, wrinkles around the eyes and walking cane clearly signified he was of great age, but his sparkling blue eyes seemed to note an almost childish energy and confidence in the world which mister Fawl believed he'd never possessed in even his early childhood.
"Well, mister Quickly, let me say it like this," mister Fawl began as one of his children started shouting.
"Daddy, daddy look!" the young girl said as she pointed to a man completely dressed in a dark brown attire holding up a lantern. He signalled to the captain to follow his directions to safely make it through the shallow waters. They were treacherous indeed, as the news reports had said. Getting to this place of wonder was certainly no easy task, first and foremost depending on whether you were invited. Or forced to take refuge there.
The captain, anxious to dock, gently pushed against the cliffs with the bow as they came to a stop.
"Follow me please," the man in brown said as he nodded at their vessel, "and sink the boat. We don't need its presence pointing to us. As our founder says, our secrecy is our shield."
"Whadyou mean? How are we gonna get around then?" the captain wanted to know.
The man in brown turned to face him and whispered, just loud enough that the most prominent looking businessmen and the sharpest ears could hear, "Down there, you won't need simple ships to go unmeasurable lengths."
"Quite the speech," a guy muttered under his breath.
They ventured on in the tower. All alone, the man in brown pushed open the large, metal-cast doors and as the many men and women followed after him and entered, bright lights sprang on and cast their light on a giant bronze bust of a charismatic looking man in the sky-high atrium they came to stand in. The man seemed to hold up a strikingly red banner sporting golden letters that read: "No gods or kings, only man," one of many appealing declarations of grandeur that had drawn them to this place.
Science, art and other words were shown on plaques with stylised representations accompanying them as they descended the stairs behind the bust.
"We go down in groups. The first group will be accompanied by me, the second by Mr. Green," the man in brown said as a man in a green tweed jacket and trousers appeared from behind him. It had to be out of thin air as the many men and women didn't see him pass or anything.
"And so on," the man concluded.
Before them a spherical object lied in the water. A few had seen them photographs of their local newspaper, but nothing could quite depict it as they saw the wondrous device now: the bathysphere to revelation. All those yellow lamps and rivets intrigued them all, children and adults alike.
"After you, my dear," mister Fawl said as his darling wife silently obliged and went along with the children. He turned to the crowd, many of them unsure how to proceed as mister Fawl said: "Mister Quickly, will you join us?"
Like the stars in the night sky, the elderly man's bright blue eyes lit up as he went along to sit with Fawl's wife and children. One of them touched the cane, curious as to what it was. At the friendly gesture of mister Fawl, more men and women boarded the craft.
As their guide, the man in brown, closed the doors he yelled: "Last man in, no men out. Going down."
They started moving. Slowly but steadily the craft went deeper and deeper untill several miles under the ocean, they were still breathing. The first group crowded around the window of the bathysphere to see. How many fathoms deep were they again? And was that good-looking man statue going to be repeated down the way, some of the young women thought giggling. A screen suddenly folded out, urging Fawls children to step back as a slide appeared on it and a voice began to speak.
The children weren't very interested in the speech that the man, who their father mentioned was the 'founder' as he said it with pride. Finally, the screen went back up as the 'founder' man said: "I chose the impossible, I chose... Rapture."
The light of the bathysphere shone on some rather uninteresting cliffs before they went up a little and looked out on a city unlike any man had ever dreamed: an underwater paradise. At first glance it looked like a magnificent Manhattan, where so the children assumed, men wore hats, save for the sky being a beautifully dark blue ocean. Very soon the occupants of the vessel had to review their hastily thought up opinion as they heard the values resonate through them as it felt as what they've been missing for all their lives. What mister Fawl had been missing. And so it dawned on him: this impossible creation had been made possible through the will of one man. Glass tunnels connected every part of the city, with beautifully crafted sculptures littered everywhere, billboards, advertisements, grand towers reaching higher than any structure that had been made before.
"Look mommy, a whale," said the Fawl boy.
First Fawl's wife shrugged it of as non-sense but then she saw it as well and directed all the other people's attention to it. What wonderful creatures, what a wonderful world, Fawl's wife thought.
"Rina," Fawl said. "We're here."