Cole MacGrath.
Thinking back… That's a name I both admire and despise at the same time. Confusing really, but I remember it like it was yesterday, clear as day I do.
I remember waking up in the early morning at around 6:00, and for me it's impossible to get back to sleep once I wake up, so I started the day a few hours early with my morning rituals. After showering and brushing my teeth, I slipped into my lucky black red-laced sneakers and a dull grey jogging suit with a hood. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge on the way out, I headed out to the coast of the Historical District and began jogging with my fists held up over my face, throwing the occasional punch as I moved through the crisp morning air. By the time 7 o'clock rolled around, the people living in the Historical District began leaving their homes to start the day, some to work while others did the same thing I did. The boxing bit was only because I felt like I could be moving them more.
The district was still a bit dark since the sun had yet to rise over the horizon, and soon the electronic billboards and street lamps would shut down once they were no longer needed. Next moment out of nowhere-
KRIIIISH
A pulse ripples through the air, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I felt like a thin wall of air passed through me, my eyes looking to the buildings to see that the every electronic device in the city suddenly went off.
KRACK
Looking over my shoulders, I suddenly see a massive dome of white and blue electricity two blocks away, and it's slowly expanding.
KrrrrrrooooOOOOOOOOM
I run as fast as my legs can take me, my thighs burning and all the hair on my body standing on end as the dome of electricity continued to expand. I dared not look over my shoulder, not wanting to end up tripping over something and get caught up in the explosion.
However, it was all for naught, as everything suddenly turned white, and then I blacked out.
(Normal POV)
Bolting awake with a sharp inhale, I found myself lying face-down on the ground, the smell of smoke and burning metal filling my nostrils. My eyes widening at the memory of the blast, I rolled onto my back and saw that the ground around me was charred like it had been burnt, my jogging suit covered in soot. Looking to my watch, I saw that not only was the thing shorted out, but that there was a huge crack right across the casing.
"Damn… Need a new watch…" I groaned as I yanked the now-useless time-telling device from my wrist and tossed it to the side. It'd be cheaper to get a new one after all. Looking up as I tried to figure out what had just happened, my eyes widened in their sockets as I saw the district around me.
The place looked like a nuke went off, and with the color of the blast, my guess may've been close. Buildings were collapsed or in the process of becoming so, cars were thrown about, trees ripped from the ground, fires everywhere with smoke coloring the sky red, and the people… they were just gone.
"What the… What the hell happened?" I gaped as I looked around, trying to find out what had happened. The blast that took out the entire neighborhood came out of nowhere, and I doubted there was anything left. A minute later as I tried to come to terms with what had just happened, I suddenly heard the beating of rotary blades in the air, my eyes turning to the skyline above the blast zone, a black helicopter coming into view.
"There's someone alive down there!" a voice suddenly said from a megaphone. Looking up to the epicenter of the blast, I saw a black helicopter surveying the damage, though I thought the pilot was seeing things since if the district was in this bad a shape at the edge, a survivor at the blast's epicenter would be damn year impossible. "Hey! Wave up if you can hear me!" the pilot repeated, my eyes spotting movement in the distance, by some miracle with everything leveled, burning, or reduced to molten slag, a lone survivor stood on a pillar of stone. Almost as if... "If you can walk, get out of there, head for the bridge."
"That guy is right in the middle of the blast zone. How is he even in one piece? The blast should've vaporized him," I said to myself in shock. Only reason I figure I'm alive was that I was right at its edge, apparent from the crater's edge I woke up in. Shaking my head of those thoughts, I worked the kinks out of my back as I headed to the Fremont Bridge, using whatever intact portions of street and sidewalk there were left. "Damn, what the hell's going on?" I asked pulling my cell out of my pocket to try and make a call, only for the damn thing to crumble into dust in my hands. "Great. There goes my deposit," I grumbled as I dropped the useless chunks of plastic and headed to the bridge leading to the Neon district. If anything, I'm glad my wallet survived, though my credit card probably won't work now.
Heading around the northeast corner of the island, my apartment totaled by the blast, I eventually made my way to the Fremont Bridge, the structure itself totaled while a few patrol cars and an ambulance parked nearby. I could always receive medical treatment once I hit the Neon, so I by passed the police cars and headed for the bridge, but not before getting a good look at myself.
With three quarters of a year until I hit seventeen, I stood at around five foot five inches, my skin lightly tanned from the exercise, my left eye still green, and my right eye still brown. Heterochromia never came up in my family history, but it wasn't like I didn't like this. Think it made me look badass when I got angry. My dark brown hair on the other hand was a mess, jutting out in every direction, and grime covered my above-average face. There were cuts across my hands from when I was thrown, and I wouldn't be able to wear this jumpsuit for long. The thing was nearly threadbare, and I'd probably have to hold my pants off the ground with my hands in a while if this treatment kept up.
"Damn. Wish I'd taken my stash with me," I grumbled to myself as I made my way onto the bridge, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach, but decided against throwing up there, figuring if I'd get sick I may as well do it in the district not left as a smoking crater.
The next moment, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up again like before, a now-bald man with scalded skin, and a ruined yellow and black leather jacket with black pants suddenly being electrocuted by arcs of electricity from over ten feet away. Almost like his body was drawing it to him. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning came down and the skies darkened, nearly tripping over my feet and into the bay as the place was suddenly blitzkrieged by lightning strikes, and as I ran, the sick feeling in my stomach suddenly turned into an energetic feeling, like I'd just taken in an energy drink. However, that feeling soon became unconfortably energetic. Running as fast as I could away from the lightning blasts, I suddenly felt a rush as the world blurred around me, and I turned around just in time to meet-
Thud
A brick wall.
Groaning as I got to my feet and rubbed my head, I wondered who the hell put a wall in the middle of the bridge, only to look over my shoulder and see I was now a full block away from the bridge, when I hadn't even left the damn thing yet. Looking down at myself, I saw white energy racing across by frame before it eventually died down, the uncomfortably energetic feeling disappearing as well. Though not completely.
Whatever the blast had done to me… it had changed me, I said to myself as I looked down at a nearby puddle, my eyes glowing a faint white before they died down. For better or worse… I was changed.
Well, here's the start of my inFAMOUS fanfiction. Far from my first, I still have big plans for this one. If you liked, Review. If you see problems with it, also Review.