Hey guys, this is the official start of my fanfic inFamous: The Journey. I do suggest that if you haven't already, read the prologue. It dose contain plot elements relevant to the story and inFamous lore. Leaving a review would be great since I'm relatively new and I'd like to know how to improve my work but you don't have to if you don't want to. Anyway hope you enjoy!
2 years after the Midnight Harvest. Somewhere in Southwest Florida.
Franklin opened his eyes and was met with the gaze of a DEFENDER guard staring intently at him. His head was killing him and it took him a minute to realise what had happened while he had slept that night.
'Oh god, I've been caught' he thought to himself.'
How did this happen? He had made sure that the derelict building he was staying in wasn't under watch by DEFENDER, so how had they found him? Ever since the Midnight Harvest Franklin had been pretty good at moving around and avoiding DEFENDER agents.
He'd originally been living in New Haven, Connecticut his hometown. But since the war started he became a fugitive, always on the move to avoid capture. He was 19 years old when he had to run away from home. His whole life, his friends and family, were in New Haven. Now he doubted hell ever see them again. He had traveled south hoping to cross the boarder to Mexico. A lot of rumours were floating around there weren't any DEFENDER outposts in the deep south, so a lot of Conduit refugees journey there. He guessed the rumours were wrong.
Franklin tried to move but his wrists and ankles were bound by magnetic manacles. A ring of silver metal on each wrist and ankle which attracted each other keeping them bound. Since most conduits could break handcuffs as easily as they could a twig these 'mag-cuffs' were DEFENDERS alternative.
'Damn I hate these things' Franklin thought as he attempted to survey his surroundings.
Everything was hazy due to the sedative they had used to put him in a vegetative state, like they do with every Conduit. Franklin assumed it was the only way they could really stop a Conduit from using their powers. He couldn't really remember anything from the previous night except going to sleep. Which is strange. He thought he would remember DEFENDER guards storming in and capturing him
He was definitely in some sort of vehicle, a van maybe and there were other Conduits bound as well each with their own DEFENDER guard, monitoring their every move. All of them seemed to be in the same condition as him. Weakened and unable to move. Except one. A guy who looked about his age, just stared towards the floor, grimacing with pure hatred in his eyes. His ginger hair was caked with dirt and dried blood decorated various parts of his face. He assumed that he gave DEFENDER quiet the fight. Franklin tried to move into a more comfy able position but he was too weak and let out a painful groan. The DEFENDER guard next to him reacted by brandished his electrified baton and smiled menacingly.
"Don't try anything Bioterrorist"he said, making it very clear he wasn't afraid to use his weapon.
Franklin tried to reply with an insult but his lips were numb and his thoughts were still cloudy. He was way to weak to do anything especially since he hadn't eaten any real food in days.
'I am so screwed if I don't find a way out now' He thought to himself, pondering of any means of escape. But all of them seemed to end in him with a bullet through his skull.
'A bullet through my skull is better than spending the rest of my life as a science experiment' Franklin thought grimly, and decided that if he had to die he'd do it on his terms.
He closed his eyes and summoned all his strength, trying to feel the earth beneath him and summon it. But it was no good. With all his power and control over the earth he couldn't lift a pebble with this drug in his system.
'Great. Just great.' Franklin thought frustratedly. ' I'm drugged out of my gourd, can't use my powers and going to become a human lab rat. Goodie'
Suddenly out of nowhere the van lurched and came to a sudden halt.
"What's going on Lou?" The DEFENDER guard next to Franklin called.
No response.
"Lou is everything alright? We need to get these BT's to the Vault or the boss is going to be pissed" he continued.
Still there was no answer.
The DEFENDER guard stared right at Franklin, then to the rest of the conduits in the van.
"What have ya freaks done?" He said pointing his baton at each of them.
"You tell me what you've done or I'll kill each and every one of you!" He cried with murderous intent.
As suddenly as the van had stopped, it started moving. But not forwards. Upwards. The van began to hover in the air, Franklin felt his stomach lurch like a plane taking off as the van began to rise higher and higher.
"Get the guns! Kyle get the goddamn guns!" one of the DEFENDER guards yelled, but it was to late. The back doors of the van were ripped open and sent flying. One of the guards attempted to grab a gun from a weapon rack on the wall but he was pulled out by a mysterious force, almost like an invisible hand had plucked him out the van.
"It's him!" Cried a guard. "It's the leader!" He shot widely not really aiming for anything, but scared out of his wits. Franklin tried his best to flatten his body and avoid the bullets but others weren't so lucky. Three of the Conduits had been shot, and were probably dead. The guard continued to fire until suddenly the bullets he had fired began to stay suspended in the air, and through the back of the van entered a man wearing a brown cloak and hood floating in mid air.
"You'll pay for that" the man said in a grizzled voice. And with a flick of his wrist the bullets suspended in mid air shot towards all the remaining guards, killing them instantly.
"Don't worry, your safe now" said the cloaked man. He closed his eyes and looked to be in deep concentration and at the same time the van slowly floated back towards the ground.
Franklin stared in awe as they were greeted by about nine other people who were definitely not DEFENDER guards. One of the cloaked mans friends waved his hand and the manacles around each of the living conduits in the van suddenly became unmagnetised.
Franklin looked up as the cloaked man walked into the van and closed the eyes of the dead conduits. He knelt down and whispered into the last one, a child no more than ten years old ear.
"Rest in peace my brothers and sisters, you will be avenged"
Franklin tested his legs and found that he could stand but only with support.
"Who are you?" He said in a weakened voice.
The cloaked man turned around and smiled. A kind, gentle smile.
"My name is Richard Tate the second, leader of the Conduit resistance" he said proudly. "And I am here to save you all."
Franklin could not stand any more and collapsed on the floor. Two of Richards men came and helped him to his feet. The ginger guy stood to his feet as if the sedative had no effect on him and walked over to Richard.
"Well it looks like Isaacs tracker works like a charm" he said sheepishly.
Richard placed his hand on the mans shoulder and smiled.
"Good work brother, there's a reason why your one of our best men Shamus" he replied.
Franklin and the rest of the Conduits were helped out the van by the rest of Richards men. Franklin for the first time in a long time thought his luck was changing. That is until he saw the DEFENDER vans in the distance, heading straight for them.