Author's note:

Surprise! This chapter was uploaded much earlier than I had anticipated.

So I should start off by saying I have never played this game before. Neither have I played PROTOTYPE. I got the information from various 'Let's Plays' and 'Wikis' and although it may seem that some of the information I have written is inaccurate, the truth is I did it on purpose. I changed some of the history of InFAMOUS so that it fits in more with the whole 'High School' student thing.

This is kind of a spoiler but it's an example: Coleen and Zeke live with their parents but, after the Ray Sphere blast, she and him are separated from them as they evacuated Empire City and you know, the Quarantine and all prevents them from seeing each other again. This is sort of discussed in the next chapter and will probably have feels.

Chapter 1: Fallout Girl

"Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men."

— John F. Kennedy

"Activation plus five minutes. Pulse 45, Respiration 10. Looking good Coleen".

Huh?

I awaken to the sounds of crackling fire, the heat of the ground feeling as if it's going to fry me like an egg. My body cries in agony and yet, none of my organs or bones feel severely damaged. However, I sensed that painful wounds had been branded upon my skin.

My sight kicked into gear and in less than a second, I blinked once and then blinked a second time instantly out of shock, hoping that what I was seeing right now wasn't real. I propped myself upright, laying my eyes on the ruined surroundings of wrecked buildings and vehicles. There seemed to be no one else in sight. If not for my racing pulse and the feeling of suffocation, I would have assumed I was already dead, being punished for my sins in a hellish version of Empire City...or at least what remained of it.

"Oh God..." I muttered weakly. I then promptly choked, inhaling some ash.

This place, was this...the Historical district? To think it looked fine just...wait, what time was it? It was difficult to tell with all the acrid, black smoke coating the skies. I had to get out of here, it was getting difficult to breathe. I stood on an island of concrete road within a crater almost cornered by a sea of molten material, an inferno raging and hissing from the earth that had been heated to a glowing-red.

The sound of a chopper's spinning blades alerted me and I turned around to face the source.

A male voice blared loudly from the helicopter through a microphone, "Hey, there's someone alive down there. What are you waiting for? If you can walk, get out of here, head for the bridge." he shouted.

The flying vehicle turned towards a rectangular building to my left, possibly sensing another presence. That building, I remembered, was formerly a garage called Ben's or something like that.

"Hey you in the garage! Get the hell out of there, the whole place is going down!"

Almost in response, a car was pushed off. The helicopter rapidly hovered out of sight past the garage. Instinctively, hearing an explosion in front of me, I realised I had to get going. Now.

Come on Coleen, move move...

I ran with what energy I could muster in my scarred legs on a zig-zagged path out of the crater, a path through the middle of the red sea, huffing almost non-stop as debris flew about and pipes burst into flame and metal shards to my side. A car shattered into pieces to my right, me barely avoiding the readies of its blast. Ahead, a radio tower collapses to the ground and goes up in flames almost instantly. My exit comes in the form of a collapsed road, creating a ramp for me to get to higher ground. The middle however would be a problem due to a large gap that separated me from my goal. Nevertheless, after a few months of parkour training taught to me by a good friend of mine, I was determined and brave enough to know I could make the jump if I picked up speed.

As I near it, something vibrates in my jacket pocket. A song begins to play with a small distortion in its frequency:

They say we are what we are
But we don't have to be
I'm bad behaviour but I do it in the best way

I'll be the watcher (watcher)
Of the eternal flame
I'll be the guard dog
Of all your fever dreams

Oooh-ooh-oh-oh-Oh

I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass glass)

I pull out my somehow-working-but-slightly-tarnished mobile phone and press the 'Answer' button, putting the sound on speakerphone. If I could describe how I felt right now without words, the condition of my phone would be the perfect example for my current state.

"Cole, Cole you there? Come on, Pick up!" A familiar voice screamed.

"Zeke?" I answered with the phone held tightly in my hands, leaping over the concrete to a surface of a bus, "What the hell is going on? I think there was an explosion."

"No shit there was an explosion! TV says terrorists are blowing stuff up all over the city."

I continue walking as the phone's signal goes static for a while, an explosion goes off on the other end.

"You okay over there?" I asked Zeke.

"Yeah, meet me at Fremont Bridge as soon as possible. We'll get Tristan and find some place to hunker down".

Ah Zeke, my best friend through thick and thin. I'd met him on the first day elementary school. However, we were spilt up into separate classes the year after and during those times, I'd always hung out with him during recess and after school where we'd talk mutually about manga, our lives and comic books. He'd found my name a bit much and decided to nickname me Cole, which I didn't really mind despite it being a male name. I was inclined to be more of a tomboy anyhow and, the nickname stuck around. We've always been the best of friends and nothing more than that despite how far or close we were from each other. He's the one who'd taught me how to perform parkour around the streets of Empire City to make my courier job easier and, as far I could see from my jump across the gap, I'd improved fairly well since the first day.

The call ended with a beep and I placed my phone back to its original place, jumping over yet another large gap on another upward ramp of concrete to the middle floor of a now crumbling parking lot. Without warning, the sensation of stinging pain struck me as I ran for my life, causing me to trip to the floor.

"Argh!" I screamed as I felt a huge jolt course through my skin but in an instant, the hair-prickling sensation just vanished.

"What the hell?" I say scanning the area. Save for one malfunctioning, crushed circuit box that was several metres away from me, there was nothing else near me that could have caused the pain I had felt seconds ago.

How odd. I thought. Was I electrocuted? No, that can't be right, there's no way electricity could be conducted to me from such a distance. Although, if I was, shouldn't I be dead?

However, fate didn't leave me time to ponder further on what had occurred to my body as a taxi came crashing down in flames from above, missing me by a centimetre.

Oh man, I gotta go fast.

With everything in ruins, it was hard to tell where I was going. However, to say the least, I was getting somewhere. A grey ramp crumbles in front of me but I spot a large pipe to my left and cross over from there. As soon as I made it across, I found myself trapped: There was no way down save for a 30 foot drop, but there was no way I was going to attempt or even survive the fall. Exploring further, I passed by some short-circuiting machinery and although I was careful to avoid it, I was suddenly struck by several blue bolts of electricity all at once.

Despite this, it didn't hurt this time round. The electricity thrummed throughout my body, vibrating and bouncing about like hyperactive children, blue energy flowing through my arms and legs. For a second, I almost felt as if I could control it, and then the devices exploded, inadvertently creating a downwards ramp for me as a portion of the parking lot was destroyed and the electricity circling my arms disappeared.

"What the hell is happening to me?" I thought aloud to myself.

A mirror shard lay idle on the ground. I picked it up with my gloved hands, staring at my reflection in its minuscule space. Good god, I looked like shit. My face was covered in scars, my lips were marred with splits and , as I tilted the shard towards my body, I could see two gaping external wounds still bleeding out and my clothes caked in that same blood. The worst of it was my hair: It used to be long and straight but now, it was short and in a real mess singed at its edges by the flames.

An announcement blared ahead of me, calling for survivors to evacuate across the bridge to the Neon District.

"Remain calm, emergency personnel are on the way." Assured the man.

I let go of the shard and made my way down the ramp and past the rubble onto the road that led to the bridge. When I arrived, Three police cars were stationed there along with some soldiers comforting the injured survivors who lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move. There was an ambulance too but it seemed to be no longer functioning. I turned away from the people crying for help, feeling uncomfortable with what I saw.

Looking ahead, I immediately saw Zeke awaiting me on the other side and at that moment, he'd seen me too and started waving at me.

"Cole, over here. We've got to go!"

I smiled, glad to see my best friend. Although, just as I was about to cross, I felt it occur again.

Oh God no, no. Please, not again.

Blue static pulsated along my arms. Before the soldiers could even register what was happening, before they could even raise their guns at me, a large bolt of lightning struck from the heavens above followed by another and another. They just kept coming, destroying the innocents and a police car behind me.

No, stop please. I thought desperately trying to get in control of the power circling my wrists but this time, my efforts were useless.

"Cole! it's the terrorists. Head towards the bridge. Come towards me." He shouted, unaware of the true cause of the lightning storm around me.

I was nervous at first, What if I hurt Zeke and endanger those on the other side of the bridge? Was it better for me to stay here instead?

"Come on, move it!" Zeke said begging for me to make it across.

Zeke was my best friend, it would break his heart if I died. So I relented and ran to the other side, careful to avoid the explosions the lightning was causing around me and avoiding the dead bodies scattered across the now falling apart bridge. A car alarm shrieked as the world around me seemed to spin and dissipate. Damn, I think I was becoming light headed from the blood loss.

"Move you ass Cole! The whole bridge is coming down".

I looked at Zeke who stretched a hand out to me although noticing the blue static upon them, his glasses broken and sitting at an odd angle on his nose "You're stronger than this Cole, just a little bit more..."

I summoned a last burst of willpower and sprinted towards him as if undeterred by my weakening condition and at that moment, before I could reach my hand out to his, I fell and everything sunk into darkness as I heard another male voice in the background which was softer, like silk, and sounded very panicked.

"Cole!"

End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 will be released God Knows When but I guess in less than a month.

-Cladinblack15