Oh, by the way, I don't own inFAMOUS, that belongs to SuckerPunch. I forgot to mention in the first chapter but better late than never!
I thought I was dreaming at the start. But I don't dream in all five senses and this felt way too real. Even so, the last thing I thought was that I wasn't even on the same world. I don't even know how it works. This world, where the events of the inFAMOUS games are real, must be in a parallel universe or something. Or maybe I watch too much Doctor Who. Either way, I only realised exactly where I was when I saw the DUPs
They came running down the road in a group of six, all fully clad in black and yellow body armour and armed with assault rifles. At first I thought that they were some sort of riot police or SWAT officers but then one of them turned around to fire his gun at a parked car and I saw 'D.U.P' in big white letters between his shoulders.
"No fucking way..." I said to myself not believing what I had just seen. But I couldn't deny what happened next. Black and orange streaks, followed by a trail of smoke, flew out of the car window and zipped towards the DUPs They twirled around the six armed men and didn't seem even slightly affected by the spray of bullets coming out of all six guns. Then the streaks came together and a man, wearing a leather jacket and a red hat, grabbed the closest Dupe and slammed him to the ground; knocking the wind out of him and keeping him stuck on the road with a thick cloud of smoke and ash. Delsin Rowe. Holy shit.
He lifted both hands and sent a wide blast of smoke blasted the other five backwards. Before they could recover, Delsin turned into a trail of smoke, once again, and sped to two dupes - managing to subdue them both. Three down, three to go. Well, that is if you don't count the two more rushing towards the scene. And I was just watching, wide eyed and open mouthed as Delsin shot three compact smoke bullets towards the original dupes which pinned all three to the ground, knocking them out at the same time. But Delsin had his back towards the reinforcements and still hadn't noticed that they were there until they stopped running, drew shot-guns from their belts and shot him straight in the back. The strength of the two shots sent Delsin flying towards the same car that he had first appeared.
I tried to run, tried to take cover but my legs just refused to budge. I just stood and stared at the guy whose head had just crashed through the cars window. I watched him get up, shrug off two deadly shot-gun blasts, turn around and wink at the two dupes. But these guys weren't a hundred percent ordinary either. They crouched down and a yellowy light appeared at their feet. When they jumped, two twisting concrete pillars launched them high into the air and they landed on top of a building. Delsin glanced back at the car, now broken and dented, and smiled at the sight of purple neon lights underneath it.
"Time for a little change of style," he smirked, extending a hand towards the lights. Glowing streaks drained out of the neon lights and floated towards his arm. Delsin absorbed the energy and used it to encase his body in neon, he then ran towards the building, leaving an impressive trail of pink and blue light behind him. When he reached it, he didn't stop or even slow down. No, what's the point? Gravity's over-rated anyway. Instead he ran up the side of the building and zipped towards the dupes, wrapping them up in harmless lasers with ease. They didn't even know what had happened until they were fused to the ground.
Delsin jumped back down from the building and landed without even bending his knees.
"Dude, you're still standing here?" he said, looking at me with a smirk "Helooo?" he was waving his hand in front of my face.
Wait, is he talking to me?
"Dude, are you alright?" I definitely wasn't 'alright'. I had just witnessed a PLAY-STATION GAME CHARACTER use crazy-ass POWERS to subdue a team of special ops belonging to a FICTIONAL government organization.
I've gone mental...
"WATCH OUT!" Delsin shouted as something hit my cheek and the left side of my face exploded in pain. Next thing I know, there's a flash of neon and we're both crouching behind a chest high brick wall that had 'Fuck DUP ' plastered all over in white paint. He took one look at me and fumbled around all of his pockets (and yeah, there were quite a lot of them). He produced some sort of thick bandage and pressed it onto my cheek.
"Wait here..." he said to me, "And keep some pressure on that." I raised my hand to keep the bandage in place and that's when my finger brushed past his hand. It was a small, insignificant contact. But the consequence was explosive. Literally. As soon as our skin touched, there was a blinding flash of white and blue light. It was a silent explosion; there was no sound at all. And then everything went black.
I woke up in a small bedroom. The bed had a thin mattress and there was a chest of drawers with a shaving mirror on top and a small window, nothing else in the room except the white-washed door. I got up from the bed, expecting some sort of head-ache or something but everything was normal, I was wearing the same clothes I was wearing before.
What a dream!
Because obviously it could only have been a dream. Except... That didn't explain where I was. What was this place? I glanced out of the window and noticed that the sky was orange. How long was I asleep? But then I saw a huge building, funnily shaped and...
Not a dream then.