InFamous: The Life and Times of Spectre

by SoloistKirito

One year after the defeat of The Beast. Alexx awakens his dormant Conduit genes. In a world that hates him, this freshly activated conduit just wants to have his fun. But can he stay neutral when he finds himself thrust into a war that may decide the fate of the human race? Set one year after the good ending to inFamous 2, follows OC in post DUP world guided by old characters.

Before he died, my father told tell me... "Son, how can we call ourselves alive if we choose to live on the words of dead men?" Well I guess now he's one of those dead men. Ma left us when I was a little kid. Dad never spoke of it but I heard from one of the neighbors about how she ran off with some rich asshole. Still, my father would never let me see any kinda pain he felt. Shit, when I was fourteen and I was going through my teenage angst phase I even yelled at him that it was his fault mom left. And yet all he did was smirk and say, "Ha... now you might be right."

He was always going on about change and how we all needed to get out arrogant heads out of our asses and push for something better. Then one day he heard about a man from Empire City that could shoot lightning from his hands. A terrorist they called him, a monstrous killer. Good ol' dad would have none of that. "Its all fear my boy! People fear what they don't understand. Even more when it's shoved in their faces! Can ya think of all the good that could come from people like that?!" Always the optimist he was. 'Bout a month later me and dad catch this sickness going around called something simple. "The Plague". Dad tried to keep a strong face, see me, I'm scared shitless thinking its all gonna end. At that time I needed something to blame... I chose the Bio-terrorist, and boy was he pissed. When all seemed lost and I could barely stay conscious, he looked down at me, lying there in that bed and said those words... how could we call ourselves alive if we choose to live on the words of dead men?

When I woke up I felt reborn. Healthy as a horse and a hundred percent Plague free. But I sure wasn't happy about it. Dad didn't make it. He had used up all his strength trying to look tough for me, and when I passed out he finally let out all that built up pain. And it killed him. Everything came crashing down when I heard how we had all been cured. Some kinda pulse sent out draining everyone of some kinda radiation. That's when I started hating my father, how all he did was talk a big game but when it came down to it he couldn't pull through. Not even for his own son.

Now, one year later, me eighteen years old. On a day I didn't think could go well, discovered I cannot hate the Bio-terrorist as much as I would like to... cause I guess I'm one.