Another inFAMOUS fic from Third Son! Yay! What I'm hoping to do is tie in all these fics ('The Second Kessler', 'The Library of New-Marais' and 'Glass & Hellfire') into one epic at some point. Review if you like this and don't forget to fav/follow. As always... DISCLAIMER: I do not own inFAMOUS, that belongs to Suckerpunch and/or other respective owners. Note: This is set before and during inFAMOUS Second Son's good storyline and is in the same universe as 'The Second Kessler'. Personally, I think this has a better story line.

Thanx and PEACE!
Oreo

My eyes were closed. My breathing was slow. My fingers flitted across the keys. It was easy. I had been doing this for so many years, it was like a second language. I opened my eyes to try something new. A risk. I pulled it off perfectly and smiled when I heard one of the judges gasp. I finished with a low chord and a single high note. I exhaled calmly and got up from the piano stool. Facing the judges, I got a little embarrassed by the looks of shock and envy they were giving me and started to fiddle with my rainbow coloured wristband.

"You may go now." The judge on the left managed to say. I nodded my head and walked away from the piano, returning backstage where Darren Cohen was waiting for me. He had ditched his usual black and yellow coat for an expensive Italian suit and wore glasses. He's never told me his age but I guessed that he's around thirty-years-old. His head was shaved bald and he had a burn scar on the right side of his face. Despite this, his smile still made me feel warm and appreciated.

"That was amazing, Eddie!" He exclaimed. I thanked him and returned his smile. "Now, Ms. Augustine said that we have to be back by eight o'clock so, I'm sorry, but that means that we can't wait to see what the judges will say." My smile dropped.

"But- "

"Don't worry! I talked to the judges and they agreed to send me an email if you get a place in the finals, which I have no doubt that you will." He smiled at me. Darren has practically been my father ever since Augustine took me in. He's practically one of the only people I can talk to. Not to mention Augustine made him responsible for me.

"Thanks a lot, D." The competition means a lot to me. The only time I ever had a chance to shine at something normal. I knew how to play the piano long before I developed my powers and when Darren discovered how good I am, he convinced Augustine to let me take part in the under-18s piano competition, somehow sure that I would easily win. Now that I had seen the judges' reaction I was feeling a bit smug.

"Come on, then." Darren was about to walk out of the back-exit.

"Wait!" he turned around.

"What is it?"

"I need the toilet." I said, making a face.

"Make it quick then."

I walked to the men's toilets and went inside the cleanest-looking cubicle. Once I had finished my business, I washed my hands and face and stared at myself in the mirror. I fixed my wavy blond hair which had started to fall into my eyes. Looks were important to me. If I don't look good, I don't feel good. My eyes were my favourite part of my body. One was teal coloured and the other was turquoise. I had a small scar on my bottom lip which refused to fade and I used to be self-conscious about it but recently decided that it looks cute. My nose was pretty fat but that was kinda cute too. I flexed my arms and admired my reflection. I like to think that I had gotten all my bulk from puberty and rigorous training but that extra bit of definition, that made me stand out from everyone else, came from my Conduit powers.

Darren was waiting outside. We went out of the back exit together and walked for a while until we reached the parking lot. We passed all sorts of cars, most of them limousines, until we reached our ride. I took a step back to get a good look at the huge black APC (armored personnel carrier) with a bright yellow trim. It was built like a tank, with an 8-inch thick titanium shell, but could drive faster than most cars. There was a rectangular shaped automatic turret mounted at the top. That's new, I thought looking at the gun. Darren noticed me staring at the turret. "You need all the security you can get, Eddie."

"You know I can handle myself." I replied

"I know," He sighed, "but you know what Ms. Augustine is like. She just doesn't want you to fall into the wrong hands." I understood, but it still felt embarrassing having to be driven everywhere in an armoured vehicle and have Darren as my bodyguard/escort when normal kids get normal cars and normal parents. But, of course, I was far from normal. Suppressing my reluctance, I opened the door - refusing to let Darren open it for me - and climbed inside the APC, with my faithful bodyguard behind me. There were already two guys already inside wearing body-armour with a helmet and a flip-up visor. They both had assault rifles with, I noticed, the safety off. I sighed again as Darren motioned for the driver to start.

I closed my eyes, hoping to maybe get a little bit of sleep on the two-hour ride back home, when I felt a vibration on my thigh. My phone. I took it out and read a new text message.

How'd it go?
Did you get me a souvenir?
We all miss you... even the homicidal prisoners!
CYA soon!
Celia XXX

I smiled and replied before putting my headphones on to hum along to Jonsi. 'Eyes open wide, blinded by the sun now/ Orange and white, dark red, green and yellow/ Rainbow colors! Do not hide, see the view/ Step aside, go through!...'

Finally, after exactly one hour and fifty-eight minutes of boring uneventfulness, we finally reached home. Well home to the few of us who can call it that. Most call it a prison. Curdun Cay. Augustine was waiting outside the gigantic metal and concrete door with a stern look on her face. She looked the same way she always looks with the slight exception of snow gathering on top of my head that just made me feel like bursting out in laughter.

"You're late." She said curtly as me and Darren exited the APC and walked towards the entrance. I looked at my watch. The time was 8:01. Typical Augustine. "Mr. Cohen, the prisoner we have been tracking for a while is in a cell. I need you to interrogate him while I tend to another matter." Darren patted me on the shoulder and muttered 'see you later' before walking towards inside. The huge doors opened slightly to let him through and Augustine turned back to me "Edward, how did it go?" She asked with a warm smile.

"I think I did pretty good," I smiled back at her, "we didn't get the judges' verdict yet, though."

"I am sure Mr. Cohen made arrangements for you to find out later, somehow."

"Yeah, they're gonna send an email, if I get through."

"And I am positive that you most definitely will." If my face would allow it, then my grin would stretch from ear to ear. She was the second adult to say that. "I'm sorry, but I am quite busy right now. I can catch up with the three of you tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am." I saluted jokingly.

"Teenagers." She muttered and with that she turned around and walked off, her blue trenchcoat flapping in the icy wind, towards an the same APC that I had just came out of. I walked inside Curdun Cay, saying hi to the DUP agents standing on either side of the door, and took my phone out to text Celia.

I'm BACK!
Where R U 2?

I hit 'send' and got a reply in a few seconds.

Jace is in his room... probz painting somefing
I'm in the kitchen
Dinner's ready in 10
B there or DIE!
X

"Heh." I said out aloud. I decided to make my way to Jace first so I jogged the wide, open hallways until I reached an elevator. I pressed the button and stood back, fiddling with my rainbow wristband as I waited. With a elegant Ding! that had no right to be inside Curdun Cay, the doors opened... and a fully grown man in bright orange prisoner overalls sprinted straight past me. DUP agents raised their guns to shoot at him but he raised his hands on either side of his body and a sound of a thousand metal slinkys was followed by a gigantic wheel of shifting, rotating wire on each side. The bullets that the agents shot were cut to pieces by the wire and the guy kept running.

"STOP HIM!" I heard a shout from somewhere towards my left. I instantly recognised it as Darren's voice. The prisoner is probably the one he was meant to interrogate. Obviously he wouldn't get far, but Augustine will not be happy when she finds out that he got out of his cell in the first place. Wait a second... Why haven't the agents stopped him yet? He almost reached the door when Darren smashed his foot into the ground and made a pillar of concrete shoot out from the ground under the prisoner. He gracefully rolled out of the way and raised his hands, making the spinning wire-constructs around him turn into an arsenal of swords. He thrust his hands upwards and the swords flew in every direction. Darren created a swirling barrier of concrete around me and him to block them and, as soon as he had blocked them, he raced towards the prisoner. I looked around the hallway in horror. The DUP agents, all of them... were impaled on the swords, spurting blood all over the ground. Oh my God...

Darren made a twisting pillar of concrete shoot out from under him and launched himself in front of the prisoner, while I just stood there... paralysed with terror. I'd been training for this for almost five years. But this, this, was something I had never seen. I felt so sick that I didn't even notice the battle between Darren and the prisoner. All I knew was that when I looked up, Darren was on the floor - unconscious - and the prisoner with wire powers stood over him, with a thin length of rigid wire in his raised hand. He was going to kill Darren.

"NO!" I shouted. Raising my hands, I shot two shards of fluorescent green glass at him, aiming for his knees. He saw them coming and rolled out of the way. I launched myself at him by making a pillar of glass shoot out from the ground, similar to the the way Darren did just moments ago, and shot a molten glass rocket at the prisoner as soon as I landed. He tried to block it with a swirling wire-shield but some of the glowing-hot glass melted through and burned his face. He screamed crazily and released a stream of intertwined wires towards me. I crossed my arms over my chest in a defensive stance and long glass shards sprang out from my palms, creating a shield. The wire didn't penetrate my shield but the force still threw me far back and I landed painfully. My vision went black for a few seconds and when it cleared I saw a single, deadly wire shooting towards me. I intercepted it expertly with a glass shard and flipped back up, throwing a cluster of viciously shaped green caltrops at him. He tried blocking them with another wire-shield but they exploded and sent him flying backwards. Before he touched the ground, his body erupted into a shower of red and black, glowing-hot cinders.

"You alright?" A familiar voice asked me. I turned my head to see a tall albino teen with a miniature swarm of the same red and black particles around his arm. Jace Mahay.

"Fine, Jace." I got up and jogged over to where Darren lay. I checked his pulse and tried to spot any serious injuries. Except for a nasty bruise on the forehead, he seemed fine. I didn't raise my head so that I wouldn't have to see all the dead agents again. Where the prisoner once stood was now a lump of ash. A few tears started to streak down my face. I quickly turned around, so Jace couldn't see, and wiped my face. Suddenly, I heard a quick burst of feedback and then a voice coming from the wall-mounted tannoys:

Dinner's READY!

Please review and tell me what you guys think. I spent waaay too long in this chapter and I'm sorry if anyone wants me to continue The Second Kessler first but I really want to get into this one. The next chapter will be FULL of easter eggs and I just can't wait to write it.

Bye for now
Oreo