Freedom never tasted so wonderful, I'll tell you that now.

Having it in your hands, feeling it in the air you breathe, feeling it try to make your hair fly everywhere? Even fighting for it is great, when it's everywhere around you and not behind stone walls at least. In the trees, the destroyed pavement, and even seeing it in the faces of people who were chanting your name with the word evil somewhere, was wonderful. Or at least that part was for awhile.

The moment the truck crashed, the noise was deafening almost, but looking back at it, it felt quiet. Knowing, seeing, and believing only made the sounds of nature be canceled out as fire spreaded.

My blood was pumping, I was shaking, and I couldn't quit smiling. I was grateful to Hank at the same time, though I still didn't like him completely, finding him weird.

It was always the three of us. All of our training had something to do with each other, and only a few times it was just us alone. I was more worried about Eugene getting out of the crash though, and we were both going to the same place anyways; Seattle. I didn't really know what happened to him, we seperated once we got there and he disappeared off the map until another Conduit went looking.

But at night, was when I came alive the most. When there was darkness, I would bring the light. Even in the day, in the darkest alleys, I'd make sure their needles and threads of lies never made it to another innocent person.

The news claims I'm doing otherwise, killing those innocently when I wanted? Calling me a sniper, picking off random civilians? Not even close. They just don't want to say thank you to someone like me!

Someone who actually wants to make things okay, and not just for themselves. I won't destroy a innocent life, just to tell myself it's okay because all this junk happened to me! I will not become like them, thinking my life is a perfect reason to ruin everything I touch.

No. Not at all. My life is a reason to save others, from going through what I had to. And though I doubt people would end up exactly like me, shooting Neon from their hands...but losing someone you love all because someone wanted more money? Because someone wanted control!?

I'm going to make this right, Brent. I will make them pay, and if that means doing it slowly and showing them all the truth, then I will. It won't be easy, but with Delsin and Eugene by my side, I will succeed someday.

They will pay for the lives they took away with guns and needles. The opportunities they stole when we tilted our heads back, telling us sweet lies about life. They can claim innocence all they want, especially compared to us Conduits and the apparent evil crimes we commit, but like a great man once said...

"Hey, we have powers, they don't. Means we have to be the better people."


I posted this before on my new Deviantart account awhile ago, but it'd probably be more noticed and appreciated here.

Fetch's POV from Infamous: Second Son game. I fucking love it so much.