Hey guys. Welcome to the new inFamous story I'm writing. Enjoy this, and thanks for your support. You guys are literally the best. Oh, and I've re-written this opening like five times xD. ~Zeta)
Also, this is part of a larger universe that I'm writing with my pal Haru. Check out the others to get some backstory on what's going on.
The Second Kessler
Glass and Hellfire
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Chapter One
Breakout
Augustine. I don't think I've ever hated anyone more than her. I hate her more than Yankees fans hate the Red Sox. I hate her more than Lenin hated capitalism. I think I might even hate her more than Beatles fans hate Yoko Ono. And I attempted to convey this hate in my glare to the aforementioned person as she calmly gazed at me from her observation booth.
"Good morning, Vincent. How are you today?"
"Go to hell," I snapped back. "You don't care about me, so let's drop the pretense. I'll play your stupid games for another day, and you don't murder my girlfriend."
She shook her head reproachfully, like a mother scolding a child. "Vincent. I protect you. I protect all Conduits, from-"
"The outside world?" I laughed harshly, "That's a load of crap and you know it. If you were really trying to protect us, you'd teach us to use our powers at the YMCA, not in here." I raised my fists, which were both sealed in concrete, "Now get me out of these things and I'll get started."
She shook her head, "Not today, Vincent. I came today to say goodbye."
"So you're gonna kill me?" I tried playing it off with a smirk, but my heart was pounding. Shit shit shit shit-
"No. I'm leaving. A certain… situation has arisen in Seattle."
I rolled my eyes, "Oh boy, a new Conduit! If I behave while you're gone, can I get them as a cellmate?"
"You will be continually monitored," she droned on, stating the obvious. "If you even think of misbehaving, my officers will execute orders.."
"By which you mean they'll execute my girlfriend," I challenged.
She smiled again. Did I mention how much I hate her?
"You understand perfectly. I will see you upon my return." She walked away, and I tried to flip her off. My hands were still encased in concrete, but it's the thought that counts.
Fast forward about a week. Yep, still in my cell. Eating is ridiculously difficult with these things. I glared at one of the many cameras in the room and stuck out my tongue, mouthing fuck you. I wasn't prepared for the tremor that shook the building to it's roots. Nor was I prepared for pieces of the ceiling to start falling out.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK-" I jumped out of the way of a piece of concrete, barely avoiding being smashed to bits. Everywhere I looked I saw destruction, bits of Curdun Cay crashing into the floor. The ceiling was cracking and the entire prison was shaking, deep in it's roots.
What the hell? This isn't California, we don't get earthquakes… I crawled under the table and tried to make myself as small as I could. Then I noticed that the table itself was cracking… and so was the concrete around my hands. Augustine. Something's happened to Augustine. The shaking stopped as suddenly as it began, and I tentatively crawled out from under the table. It seems safe… As I stood up, I heard my concrete cuffs crackle weakly. Without hesitation, I slammed them on the table, again and again, until they finally shattered. I flexed my now-freed hands, and a smile slowly started to creep across my face. I threw my arms wide and felt my power come rushing back. It was kinda like spending all day in a dark, cold room and then stepping outside into the warm ligt of the sun. In other words, it felt great.
