Hello to my attempt at a one-shot. I wrote a story some time ago and quite frankly it was awful.

So I am now going to be trying to write something in that will hopefully be much better than the previously mentioned one-shot.

All types of reviews are accepted but please bear in mind I am a young ( 15 ) amateur writer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Watch Dogs.

Flashbacks will be in italics if any.

'thinking'

"Talking"

At 11:05 PM A young man wearing a black trench coat with a drawing of a hand made out of blood on the back, Long black combat pants, combat boots, a Kevlar vest under the trench coat, and a black and flexible long sleeve shirt under the Kevlar can be seen walking what would seem aimlessly through the dark dimly lit streets of Chicago. Upon closer inspection of his face you would see malicious brown eyes that radiated hatred, a small nearly unnoticeable full beard, and a smile on his face that promised destruction and bloodshed.

Moving swiftly through the crowded streets and into a small abandoned alley save for a small black cat and myself I take out my smartphone and open a custom named program called: Darkness.

When the program opens it shows a screen with only one option. Begin. Pressing the button I hear the sound of the closest light source flicker off, followed by a generator exploding, and finally all lights are out.

The sounds of tires screeching assault my ears as I hear many people begin gasping, screaming, and some crying. The smell of smoke hits my nostrils and the crackling of fire can be heard as some cars begin to start setting ablaze. I take a small glance behind me and see the beautiful fire and chaos I had caused.

I watched a little boy begin to crawl out of a turned over car, and the window facing where the rear of a car should be on a road. He was about to make it as he can be heard choking out, "Mommy!" as another driver who was too blinded to see what was ahead of him slams his car full force into the boy and the car he was in. Small bits of brain, flesh, and a full arm land aimlessly on the streets.

I could only let out a dark and twisted grin as I hear some people with eyes already adjusted to the darkness enough to see the boy die scream out in horror.

-Outside one of the many TV stores with the news on. 15 minutes later.-

Many sighs of relief are heard as the power comes back on and as one of the larger TVs flicker to life, and begins to play an emergency news broadcast showing some random female reporter, "Live just moments ago all of Chicago suffered a massive blackout. The hacker or hackers responsible have been traced by CTOS just now and all available police are converging on their position. We go live to Roy Campbell now," the woman says as the TV switches to a male reporter outside a 24/7 museum.

"Hello citizens of Chicago. I'm with Police Sergeant Richard Cross just outside of the Morbid Fascinations Art Museum," the male reporter begins with the police SGT beside him, "Sergeant what can you tell us about the situation?"

"Well we have every possible escape route blocked off as we speak and SWAT is going to be arriving shortly. We believe the hacker is affiliated with DedSec, so we're taking many pre-cautions. We have armed policemen and women at the ready as we as I said wait for SWAT." The SGT said looking right into the camera.

-With our protagonist inside the museum-

"Sir, I have found 3 possible escape routes, but the blackout has left me at 10% power. I can at the max activate 2 steam pipes or 1 and 5 small other devices. " The AI that was integrated into my smartphone told me as it shown me an overhead view of my location. Detailing to me where the police where now and where they are heading in this exact moment.

There was a steam pipe right outside the front which would injure and kill many of the officers outside. But buy me time. The only other useful pipe was just outside a door to my right that lead to more units. Hitting them both I hear two loud explosions and bolt out the door to my right.

I see two turned over police cars and all the units lay crushed under them. I take off running as fast as my legs will carry me and hop onto and over the car to my left and into a street, and straight ahead of me I notice a small diner that was open as the police from the front that survived begin firing at me.

Making it inside the small dinner I notice the backdoor and quickly go through it, ending up in a alleyway I began to run aimlessly for a good 25 minutes. I jammed the CTOS scans long enough for me to get out of the area, and the cops lost track of me about 5 minutes ago. Although they're still searching for me.

Climbing up and over a fence and picking open the window of a house on my left and entering the house. I open my smartphone and begin hacking into the news stations. After a good 5 minutes I can now at will black out the screen and do as I wish.

-At the store with the TVs on the news again-

"Officers are thinking of conducting a district wide se-" *static* …..

…..

*The static begins to fade away*

"He-"

"Hello, Chicago," A disrupted demonic altered voice begins speaking through the news stations.

"You can call me Phantom. I was the one who caused the blackout tonight, and I have a message for a few select people," The voice states as murmurs around the store are heard.

"Dear, Aiden Pierce, DedSec, Blume, and Bone. Yes, Bone, you heard me correctly. I know of you. I'm going to show this city a new breed of Hacker. I'm going to re-define cyber-terrorism. All of you have a potential chance of stopping me. Well, actually Blume has none. But I will be cutting off their feet, and forcing them on their knees. At the end of tomorrow if I am not stopped 100 people will die. The next 200. Then 300. You understand." The voice spoke. Citizens began to panic, people we're screaming that Blume is not protecting us, and other panic induced comments.

"And If you want to stop me. You'll have to kill me. And if you want to join me. You'll have to find me."

The demonic voice's connection ended as the reporters came back pale and shaking slightly in fear knowing their lives are at stake.

The first day of chaos was upon them.

I apologize to any that find this awful. I gave it my best. That's all I can do.

For any other amateur writers near my age if you say my story is just pathetic I challenge you to make a better one. I have much respect for serious writers I don't know how you do this shit. I lose creativity after time and can't think of a way to lengthen the story.

Review. Give advice or flame whatever you wish. I hope at least someone liked this.