So this happened. I loved Kuo in the game, even when at first she was a goody two shoes :]. Did you guys also tried so hard when you first played the game that it was so much easier to be evil than to be good, gg Sucker Punch, gg.
Also a thank you out to: Best Lemons, for kindly reviewing the last chapter, I appreciate it.

A heads up: this is post evil ending.

Disclaimer: I don't own inFAMOUS.


Inner demons

Lucy's hair fell into her face. It had grown, a lot actually. There were no hairdressers around, no alive ones anyway and even if they still were around, they wouldn't want to cut her hair anyway.

She was a monster in their eyes, nothing more. Just a monster without feelings and a ice cold heart. While the last part was true, her heart was cold and certainly didn't beat anymore these days, she wasn't a monster. She wasn't. She was saving the world, saving her kind, those she had despised before. She was helping the world, making sure that not everyone died.

The plague would surely not be as kind as she was. The plague would take anyone it could, while the humans finished the job for it, killing every conduit they could find. Lucy made sure that it didn't go that way. That it didn't happen.

She wasn't a monster. Lucy jumped up, the chair she'd pre-occupied fell to the ground with a dull thud. Her breath was visible in the air, small puffs of white smoke swirling around her head, it was always now the days. Her hands, covered in ice, went through her hair, leaving little bits of snow.

She wasn't a monster. She shook her head, blue fringes of hair swaying from side to side. She balled her hands to fists, feeling ice form around it. It should feel cold, it should, but it didn't, not to Lucy, not anymore.

She wasn't a monster. She looked up, blue eyes wide with a scary edge to them, pupils dilated. The mirror confidently placed on the wall in front of her showed Lucy her reflection.

There stood a woman in the mirror. She looked more death than alive. She was pale, so pale, unnatural even and her arms were covered in a layer of ice, seemingly unbreakable and glistering in the light of the lamp. Yet the thing that stood out the most were her eyes. Those blue eyes, looking like ice. Hard and cold. Too livid to be human, but she wasn't human was she?

She was a conduit… did that make her a monster? Were they monsters?

She wasn't a monster, she couldn't be. She was just trying to make the world a good place again and it just had to be the way it was. The humans couldn't stay, it wasn't her fault. It wasn't their fault they needed to disappear to make place for her kind. It was how it had to be. Wasn't it?

She wasn't a monster for doing what she'd to do. She wasn't, it couldn't make her a monster. She was just doing what she'd to do. Fate, she supposed. She was just doing what fate wanted.

She wasn't a monster, yet the woman in the mirror was not so sure anymore.