Get the Girl

an ambush acting natural

Best of Elizabeth Comstock/Anna Dewitt

Elizabeth looked about her frantically for some escape, but they had already started moving and she was stranded. But there, right behind Booker, there was a wrench resting on the controls. If she could just get around him! She launched forward shoving her full weight (which admittedly was not much) against him hoping she could knock him off balance for just long enough to wrap her fingers around the heavy metal. She wasn’t sure what Booker was planning but she planned on fighting him every step.

"Elizabeth, it isn’t that simple! I wanted to tell you but you would have never left that tower if I told the truth."

"So you thought you could just keep lying to me? How long did you think you could keep the wool over my eyes? Were you going to land in New York and think I’d not notice?" She continued to try and twist her way out of his grip she wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. Slowly she stilled herself, her anger turning in to despair. If there were some sort of tear she could open she’d be able to do something but they were thousands of feet in the air and it was hopeless. The tears came quickly once the adrenaline began to ebb and she gave another last attempt to wretch out of his grip. "Let go of me!"

"No of course not, I was going to wait for the right time to tell you. I'm not even fully certain I was going to let them have you, not after--not when we've been through so much!" He tried, a weak attempt at at an explanation. It was better than nothing. He figured half truths was better than nothing. "Had I told you from the start you would have never left that tower with me. I said you before, they went through great lengths to keep you locked up in that statue! Did you think some random stranger just went up there to save you out of the kindness of his heart? I wouldn't have even known you were there if it weren't for the people in New York."

«The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist»

a comparison between the beginning and the ending of bioshock infinite

Big Daddy will not imprint. If not imprint, what good is he to Little Sister? She no like him. He no like her. Situation is impasse. Unacceptable. If stupid beasts had half brain, they would realize they need Little Sisters to live. Sister secrete only kind of ADAM that is genetic match for them. No Little Sister, no Big Daddy. Bioshock Infinite: Burial at Sea

accidentally found it in my folder with doodles

Afraid and shy, I’ve let my chance to go by The chance that you might Love me, too

Elizabeth looked about her frantically for some escape, but they had already started moving and she was stranded. But there, right behind Booker, there was a wrench resting on the controls. If she could just get around him! She launched forward shoving her full weight (which admittedly was not much) against him hoping she could knock him off balance for just long enough to wrap her fingers around the heavy metal. She wasn’t sure what Booker was planning but she planned on fighting him every step.

"Elizabeth, it isn't that simple! I wanted to tell you but you would have never left that tower if I told the truth."

Hello! Oh, this is wonderful! Oh, come dance with me, Mr. DeWitt!

Booker had no intentions to lie to her. However it seemed Paris was the only way she’d agree to come along. Now, after all the fuss that’d been kicked since they left the tower, Booker thought it may be time to tell the truth. His hands hesitated as he set the course, turning around just in time to see Elizabeth jump her way into the aircraft. He took an unsteady breath before he smiled wide and blinding. “We’re almost out of here. Now we can sit back leave this place behind. Say goodbye to Columbia, you won’t be seeing it for a long time.”

Elizabeth turned back to Booker resting her hip on the banister next to her. “So, have you ever been to Paris before, Mr. Dewitt?”  Her eyes glanced at Booker and then past him to the coordinates above his head and a slow sinking feeling soon silenced the butterflies. “No… No. What is this?! Those aren’t the coordinates to Paris, Mr. Dewitt, those are to New York. What are you doing?”

"Now wait just a minute Elizabeth..hear me out. We need to head to New York first. I have a few people I need to see but then I promise. We'll go to Paris, just calm down."