A/N: So, hi. This is my first fanfiction for inFAMOUS ever and I enjoyed doing it. It didn't came out how I really wanted it, but I think it's OK. I hope you enjoy this little oneshot thing I created. Constructive critism is always welcome, while flames aren't :].
Just a heads up guys: this is inFAMOUS 2 era and you should see it like you were good through the game, but by the ending you went bad. Even if that's not possible because the troubles with karma, let act like it is, okay? Okay!
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Explosions, gun fires, dead people… it was all normal now. How had come to this? What made the humanity in the people of New Marais fade? Disappear, to seemly never come back.
Was it the conduits? The people with special abilities. Betrand said it was them who made all the destruction, chaos happen.
You had seen some stuff. Normal looking people who could shoot ice or fire from their hands. Burning buildings to the ground or freezing militia to death. Some had other powers, ability to fly or create disgusting and dangerous looking monsters. Every power more unique, more dangerous than others.
You were told, several times, conduits were monsters. That Satan had brought them to your world to bring hate and chaos, death and doom. You never really believed those words, because there was a tale fluttering through the town. A tale about a man, a electric man.
A conduit with power to control electricity, who killed the same evil and dark monsters, you father said to be afraid off. A conduit who killed his own kind, for the better good, to save mere human lives.
It's no wonder he snapped in the end. Killing thousand of his own, people who were like him and didn't view him as a monster because of his gift. Saving, saving and saving humans, mere human beings, who didn't deserve it. Who simply looked at him as a creature of the night, something that shouldn't exist. Something evil, something unreal, not pure.
No wonder that he broke. No wonder that he stopped saving those who didn't deserve it. No wonder that he stopped killing other conduits who made chaos in your city. No wonder.
The electric man tale, one you knew by heart, changed with time. Going from a fairy tale to a nightmare. Twisting, dark and cold. Something to make kids obey and go to sleep when they should.
The electric man, you viewed as a hero, was now known as a killer and the leader of all that was bad. Some people said he was Satan himself, all along.
You see him now. His clothes are ripped to shreds and burned away at points. His eyes are closed, half his face's burned away, that was new. The latest mug shot of the last standing militia hadn't shown you that. He had his trusty Amp clasped in his hands, knuckles going white. Blood red electricity flowing through it, making it spark and giving it a even more dangerous edge. Bandages were wrapped around several body parts, ankles, arms, palms and legs.
He didn't look good, looked in pain even. Gritting his teeth and still not opening his eyes. You slinked back in the shadows, trying to blend in and fade away. You weren't the only one here, you were making your way home. There were others. They're death now.
Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, you saw the electric man jumping down, head first towards the pavement, mere feet from you. You'd no time to even call out a warning, you just pressed yourself against a wall and prayed.
Now, he stands there. Doing nothing, but breath in musty air. Then a soft noise, the temperature falling degrees down. You shiver and look for the source of the cold.
She isn't hard to spot. An icy aura around her, ground frozen were she stands and she looks beautiful. An ice queen, you supposed. She steps towards the unmoving man. An white, pale hand comes to rest on his shoulder, ice forming on the skin even when its quickly melting away. Her voice is just as beautiful as her appearance, as calm and collected when she speaks.
''We need to go now, Cole,'' She says, blue eyes taking in the man's form. ''We got work to do.'' A mist raises and when it's gone, they're too.