Hello! This is my first story posted here, so I'm hoping it does well. I started playing inFamous almost a year ago, and I fell in love with the characters, the story, and the world. I tried to do my best with emulating these aspects in the story, and I hope it shows. Thank you for clicking and please leave me a review to tell me how you feel I did!
Olivia was simply sick of it all. The hiding, stealing, constantly wondering whether she'd been caught. She would almost find it nice to stay put for a while, but she was trapped here. She hated being stuck in Seattle with the DUP and their scanning stations around every corner. She was a conduit, which meant that if any of those brainless brutes managed to work it out, they'd be on her hide very quick. She'd managed to stay fairly well hidden so far, using her powers when simple stealth didn't cut it. She could manipulate the shadows around her, and even turn into shadow itself. It could be molded into weapons for her, or she could just fade into it and become nearly invisible. Thanks to her power, she remained free, so she tried to not let herself be ashamed or afraid.
A loud clattering as the monorail went by shocked Olivia out of her thoughts. She leaned back against the brick wall behind her and sipped her hot chocolate, watching the rain make bubbles in the puddles along the edge of the street. After a day of pickpocketing and purse snatching, a nice hot chocolate hit the spot and pushed away the negative thoughts. She didn't have the liberty to despair about her position. She had to do what she had to do. It made it a bit more fun when she melted into the shadows and watched as her victim looked around hopelessly. Even if it was fun, she stuck to swiping purses and wallets. She needed the money to live, so why not take from those who could spare it. She only took cash, anyway. Credit cards and identity theft left too much of a trail. Plus, it wasn't as big of a deal to lose the cash in your wallet as compared to all the money in your bank account.
The cup of hot chocolate soon ran empty, so she tossed it into the trash, put up her hood, and began walking through the rain. Next time I get stuck, let's hope for a sunnier place. She thought to herself. The soft shadows set by overcast skies were a bit more difficult to pull together than the sharp-edged ones set by a clear day. They got the job done, though. She had managed to hunt down a place to stay, a little apartment in a corner of the city. The original occupants were out of the city when the lockdown was started by the DUP and the bridge destroyed. Olivia saw no harm in setting up there, where she could sleep, wash up, and eat safely. It also helped that it was a nice distance from any DUP presence. She was able to move in and out of the building easily without attracting attention from the other residents as well.
She arrived at the building and instead of simply entering at the ground floor, she walked around to the back of the building. A shadowy alley was formed by the apartment building and the other one behind it. She blended into those shadows and began to scale the fire escape up to the third floor. After gaining a good footing next to the window, she phased through it. There was a trick to her shadows. She could travel invisibly between shadows that were connected, even though objects. If it was through an object she was phasing through, it had to be translucent, like glass or clear plastic. So she simply faded through the glass into the living room of the apartment. Turning around, she closed the blinds and pulled the curtains shut to keep any light from showing as she turned on the lamps around a tiny living room.
The apartment was decorated cozily, in warm reds and rich browns. Olivia walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of trail mix, and went to lay on the couch. With the hand that wasn't holding the bag, she picked up the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels for something to watch. She paused on a news channel when she saw the word 'Bio-terrorist'. It was another report on the escaped Conduits from Curdun Cay. One was assassinating people systematically, and the other was picking up DUP suspects off the street, not that the news reports explained it that way. She'd been keeping an eye on them from a distance, not wanting to get near. The news reports were often so hurtfully biased that she found them funny.
The report switched to talk about a new Conduit, one whose work she hadn't seen before. They showed footage of a painted banner waving on the spire of the Space Needle. This made Olivia smile a bit. Rarely were Conduits so outwardly showy, especially in such a non-aggressive manner like this. She was certainly never so bold.
She went back to channel surfing until she came to a movie she liked. She left it on and kicked off her shoes before stretching out on the couch. When she was really tired, she'd sleep in the bedroom, but outside from that she usually just crashed on the couch. The movie was an old one in black and white, and she let its monotone flashes of light and dark lull her to sleep.