inFAMOUS – 2:

Spirit of the People

Prologue

Most people, when hurt, express their pain. They scream, they yell, they hurt, or they just open their mouths wordlessly because they can't describe it. I was the latter. I dunno, I just didn't know how to express my pain appropriately when I willingly blew myself to bits so my friends could escape.

I can only imagine the different kinds of pain in the world. Sometimes, its in their heart, and hurting them like that. Other times, its in their minds, bringing untold misery to the people around them (perhaps to make themselves feel better). And then there is physical pain, and though it is probably the one we fear the most, it isn't what can hurt is the most.

Now, the pain I experienced shoulda killed me. It shoulda ripped me apart atom by atom, but it didn't. Lucky me, huh? Oh yeah, real lucky. Now I'm floating on a goddamn piece of the building I just blew up, holding on for dear life for God knows how long. My clothes're wet, I'm starving, and I've been wondering what I'm gonna die from. Hypothermia? Dehydration? Starvation? All of 'em at once? Knowing my luck, a shark'll pop out of the water and swallow me whole. Yay, me.

So you can imagine my surprise when I felt the debris I was on bump something. I crawled from it, expecting to fall into the water (again) and have to use whatever strength I have left to crawl back on that debris, if I could find it. My eyes were closed, only because I didn't have the strength to open them again.

Instead of water, I touched some sort of mushy grass, which I could only decide was moss. It had better've been moss, anyway. I gripped it in my hands and crawled onto what I hoped was shore, and I quickly decided that I would never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, swim again.

I managed to get whatever water was in my lungs out, and coughed because of the taste. Ugh! You try swallowing salt water!

I felt hands on me almost immediately. They turned around until I was lying on my back.

"What happened?" I heard a woman's voice asked.

I opened my eyes, finally finding the strength, but it seemed I'd taken that strength from my "speaking" reserves. I couldn't say a thing.

The people who stood over me was a woman with pale skin, black hair and dark eyes, matching her suit almost perfectly. The other was an older man with dark skin, white-grey hair and glasses, wearing casual clothing.

"We should get her to my lab!" the man said. "Before she dies of hypothermia, starvation, dehydration, or something else!"

Now this guy was talkin'. I was already liking these guys.

They helped me to my feet and practically carried me to a building not that far away. I woulda walked myself, but I couldn't seem to move my legs. The woes of having no power, no?

They laid me on a bed and were quick to put an IV in my arm. I was gagging at the feeling of the needle under my skin, but I couldn't move to remove it. Oh man, I hope I'm not getting into anything over my head! I thought, closing my eyes. Pfft! I doubt it! My adventure's done! … Isn't it?