(Cover Photo made by your's truly) This is my first Infamous fanfiction but I'm a huge fan of the franchise. I've played every single game on both good and evil mode (but I prefer good). I can see this story going far… and when I say 'far', I mean FAR! Like waaay over thirty chapters ((maybe split into a series of fanfics)) but I'm definitely going to lose motivation if you guys don't read & review, so go ahead; even if you don't like it, at least review and say why not. This chapter starts off a bit slow but it'll start to get to a climax towards the end and it's rated T, because there's going to be some more violence (and maybe romance?) in later chapters.
Thanx and PEACE!
Oreo
About two years ago, I was just a normal 16-year-old. My name was Aiden McKinney; I went to school, got detentions, played football, watched T.V, crushed on fit girls and exhausted my PS4 every now-and-then. I dreamt of leaving cold, gray London behind and moving to New York when I got older and I wanted to be a millionaire. Seriously, life didn't get much more normal and naive. Man, I even look pretty ordinary - pale skin, blonde hair that was sticks up so much that I just keep a buzz-cut and normal blue eyes that impresses nobody. No, there was nothing extraordinarily special about me at all. But the universe must work in mysterious ways because it chose me for this crazy adventure when it easily could have chosen someone like, I dunno... Bear Grylls or someone. God, coincidences are shitty.
I guess my story actually starts at the end of (surprise, surprise!) an ordinary school-day when the sun just about managed to peek out of the sky, even though it was a traditional London winter when that biased ball of fire usually takes a 3-month nap. I was walking the ten blocks between school and home when I took the stupid decision to enjoy the sudden burst of sunshine. So I took a slightly longer route which cut through the park. Well that's what everyone calls it. It's more of a medium-sized field with a few trees dotted here-and-there and a stone path that forked into two more at the centre and led to a couple more rusty entrances (or exits) which were actually just gaps in the flaky, dented fence that surrounded the 'park'. Nevertheless there were always a few people there whatever the time or weather, their reasons ranging from wanting a short game of footy to dealing drugs - usually ecstasy, but heroine and sometimes even cocaine was sold. So, naturally, our parents told us not to go near the place and, naturally, we ignored them. Well, now I wish I listened to just that one instruction, it would've saved me from going through all this crap.
So, I was walking down the pathway, I didn't take a more direct route through the grass because yesterday's rain had made the it all muddy and I was wearing the Converses that I had just bought the day before. I had nearly reached the exit when I heard an ear-splitting screech behind me. I turned around slowly, not sure what to expect and I came face to face with the most bizarre little bird I had ever seen. It was perched on a low hanging branch of the closest tree and was staring right at me. It was about the size of my hand but the strange thing was its feathers, its left side was pure-white and was kinda glowing and on the right it was blood-red. The colours definitely didn't look natural, it must've have been painted or something... but what kind of sicko would do something like that to a bird? It did look similar though, but I just couldn't place my finger on where I had seen something like it before. It cocked its head to the side, still staring at me, and blinked. And with that it spread its wings, did a little hop and fluttered towards me. I took a few steps back expecting it to fly off but it still came towards me.
"Shoo!" I said, waving a hand towards it, this seemed to work because it flew upwards a bit, so I turned around and walked away - silently saying goodbye to the bizarre bird, but it seemed that it didn't want to say goodbye to me... "Ow!" I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck and felt something warm leak down to my collar. I turned around to see what had hit me and I was greeted, once again, with the little bird on the same branch. Except this time there was something different about it. I didn't notice until it cocked its head once again and a drop of red liquid fell from its beak. Blood. I looked at where the drop had landed and realised that it had bite. "Son-of-a..." but then it flew towards me; it was so fast that I didn't even notice that it had moved. It bit me again - this time on my hand - when I tried to swat it away.
And that was it really. That's how I ended up in the Playstation version of Seattle! I know... such an action-packed story, right? But honestly that's all I remember; the bird biting (or pecking?) me twice and then, next thing I know, I'm sitting on a metal bench on the edge of a pavement. Well, considering I'm in America now, I should call it a 'side-walk'. People are walking past; minding their own business and I'm wondering what the hell was going on, where I was but mostly; how the hell I got here. My eyes were darting all over the place as I was trying to make sense of everything. I was sure that I was still in London at least, where else could I be?
An obese blonde woman, around 25-years-old, walked past with a large German shepherd, probably the tenth person that had walked past, and I approached her:
"Urmm, hi… I'm a bit lost… can you tell me where I am?" I asked. She looked at me for a few seconds, realising I wasn't messing about and replied in an American accent.
"Harrison Street, just off 5th Avenue." And of course this meant nothing to me, except that either she was messing with me or that I was in a part of London that I didn't know about. She could tell that I was confused, probably by the look on my face. "Land-marks usually help." She said, motioning behind me with her head. I turned around and saw a tall, weirdly shaped building. It took me a few seconds to register that I was staring at the Space Needle. And a few more seconds just to process that.
"No way..." I mumbled, "Seattle..." I turned back around, but the lady had gone pretty far away. I could just make out the bold writing at the back of her black hoodie, something I hadn't noticed before; 'Seattle U Alumni'. "Yup… Seattle."
