Finished playing inFAMOUS Second Son today... Here's the result hahaha! I know it's reallyreallyreally short, but I'm just throwing the concept out there for you my little hyenas :) let me know what you think about it and I may consider continuing this story.
Once again, remember that's it's only an intro!
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He woke up next to her; rubbing his sleepy face in his palms. He sat up quietly, rubbing his sore neck, observing the environment. Colorful bulbs were hanging from the ceiling, reflecting the rainbow on the dark furniture. Her flat felt so girly, but in another way, it was so cozy; it almost felt like if he was still at the Fish Cannery.

Nostalgia.

His hand reached for the nights shelve next to him; grabbing the wine-coloured beanie that rested on it.The young Akomish pulled his black hair backwards, settling them in place in the headgear. He lowered himself, resting his body on the cold wooden surface that composed the bed head; shivering at the contact. He sighed at the digital clock; it was three in the morning. Everything was conspiring against him these days; he couldn't even bring himself to sleep anymore. The DPU clenched her claws around his neck a little more everyday as he fought back with everything he could; but there's so much a man can do. Augustine wanted him dead or alive and she showed him by the ferocity of her army when they ambushed him. He looked at the ceiling. Propaganda is a cruel thing; it can skin you alive.

"Mh..." It was almost a hum as she rubbed her eyes gently next to him.

Delsin looked down at her, smiling at her pouty face; thoughts washing away from his mind. Innocence could be read on her face when she was asleep; that's what anchored him. He was relieved that there were a little of it left in this god forsaken world. He passed an arm around her, brushing some of her red locks out of her face; pushing them behind her ear. She snuggled closer; he felt her lips cupping a smile against the skin of his side. He couldn't help but smile too; bitterness touching the edges of his lips. He felt guilty from bringing her in his universe; for associating her in his projects; if he could even call them that way. Even if she changed the subject when they talked about, even if she smiled and shrugged sheepishly when he tells her that he kills people; he knew something bothered her deep inside. She kissed his flesh softly. Sheila was an easy-come-easy-go person, and that's why Delsin cracked for her. She was far away from being a Conduit; only a 5"3 red head student at the Antioch University.

Her arms pulled him in a sleepy hug; he couldn't tell if she was completely awake or not. Her breath was slow and calm; Delsin felt the warmth of her body comforting. He looked around once more. A beer would be so great right now...