Alright everyone how was Thanksgiving? Mine was pretty good, but your not here for me to blabber about that. Since you've given me some reviews, I'll hold up my end of the bargen and provide you all with another chapter.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own InFamous, Sucker Punch does. But if they want to use my characters for InFamous 3, all they need to do is ask. (and possibly give me a free copy of the game, but that's debatable)

**While sliding into unconsciousness I could somehow, I don't know... hear the voices of the dying. Thousands crushed by falling buildings, or burned alive in the fires. All those that couldn't escape whatever happened in the Historic District, killed just trying to escape. **

Before I continue I guess I should describe what I look like. I'm 5'3, 16-year-old, white female with shoulder-length red hair and green eyes with cat-slits; a genetic trait that I've hid with contact lenses (except on Halloween when I used to go as a kitty cat). My body is fit from martial arts and parkour (Urban exploration). Unlike other girls, I have another genetic trait where I can't develop anything in the chest. Usually, I wear my favorite T-shirt, red with a green crescent moon on the back. I've also started to carry a sword on my back, practicing my swordsmanship whenever and wherever I can. I can usually be seen wearing brown cargo shorts, red free-runner sneakers and orange tipless gloves to complete my outfit. Silver, my twin, looks the same as me with a few exceptions: she has silvery-white eyes with the black cat-slits (both genetic deformities), her red shirt has a light-grey flame on it, and she wears two white cloths wrapped around her hands instead of gloves. It helps to keep our hands protected when we're gripping at concrete of buildings during exploration.

EMPIRE CITY. DAY: 2

I blink my eyes open and find myself hooked up to a heartbeat monitor. I look around and take in my surroundings. I see a brown-haired lady wearing an EMT outfit adjusting some wires by another bed. Sitting in a chair is the man from the bridge, reading a magazine through orange sunglasses. Next to Cole's bed is a tray with a few glasses of water. A groan escapes my lips as I move to sit up. The man and woman both look up to me.

"Oh good. You're awake," the woman says. "Listen; while you're up I need to run a basic check up on you; I need to make sure you don't have a concussion or anything serious." She pulls out a stethoscope and puts it in her ears.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor. You don't need to worry about your shirt." Then she looks over to the man in the seat. "Zeke! Turn around! Don't look over here!" The man, Zeke, just shrugs and looks back to his magazine like he couldn't care less. I probably wouldn't care even less than him as I lifted up my shirt, still keeping it over my flat chest.

"Okay, take in a deep breath for me. Okay now another one," the doctor says as she puts her stethoscope to my skin. I shiver slightly at the cold metal on my skin.

"My name's Trish, Trish Dailey," she says while listening with the stethoscope.

"Laura Longpaw, but you can call me Luna," I reply as I take in another breath. Trish puts the stethoscope on another part of my back and tells me to breathe in again. We continue this cycle of breathing and listening while Trish does her thing.

"Alright, you're good," she finally says, shifting my shirt back down. Then we do other basic tests; reflex tests with the rubber hammer, moving a pen back and forth in front of my eyes and looking into my eyes and ears with a bright light. Trish immediately notices the cat slits as the contact lenses fell out somewhere. She comments how they make me more special and I shouldn't hide something that makes me unique. We finish up with the reflexes when Cole and Silver wake up.

"Morning sleepyhead," I say to my twin, who just lets out a yawn of a groan as she tries to sit up. Trish moves to give Cole a glass of water as he tries to sit up in his bed. When Cole reaches out for the cup, electricity suddenly sparks from his hand. Trish drops the glass in surprise. When Silver and I reach out to grab Cole's hand, his electricity arcs towards our own appendages and ignites the hands up with lightning. Each of us clutches our wrists, as if cutting off the blood flow will stop whatever's going on.

Then as soon as it had come, it stops; like someone flipped off a switch. All of us look at one another with wide eyes, unsure of what happened. I'm the first one to make a move, crouching down to pick up the glass from the shattered cup and placing them in the garbage as if it was the most important thing in the world.

EMPIRE CITY. DAY: 4.

"C'mon you've gotta try again," Zeke pesters the three of us. We're in a large back alley with a few dumpsters in front of us. Silver and I just finish our sword and martial arts katas (the strikes and blocks). Ever since the lightning at Miss Dailey's apartment, Cole's slightly-overweight friend has been pestering us to try the lightning again. We let out a sigh, finally giving in just to appease Zeke. Each one of us gets into a different stance: Cole looking like a brawlers stance with his hands open; Silver holding an arm out straight with her other hand lightly grasping the forearm; I hold my footwork like Cole's with my left hand straight out and my right hand back with both palms open.

"Okay this is just stupid," Cole sighs as he puts down his arms.

"Come on, Cole, try again. We could be onto something," I say as I look at the yellow-jacketed bike courier. "Or are you telling me that you don't believe what happened at Trish's apartment was real? I know you know what happened."

"Yeah, c'mon brother. These powers might be the only thing we have against these gangs," Zeke says. I nod in agreement; just yesterday we saw some guys stealing from this lady, threatening to beat her up with bats if she didn't hand over her purse. We all try again, trying to manage a spark, sputter, jolt, anything. A few blue sparks jump from our hands, only to fizzle out.

"Well that was pathetic," Cole sighs.

"Naw man. That was awesome," Zeke says enthusiastically. "Y'all just gotta keep trying." My sister smirks at the idea, a competitive gleam in her eyes as she gets back into a stance similar to mine, only with her palm angled down and fingers forward. I get into my own stance and focus again with Cole, neither of us wanting to be outdone. As I concentrate, small streams of sparks crackle from my hands. Soon Cole manages to make more than me, and Silver makes brighter sparks. That's how it works, each one of us trying to outdo the other.

I'm not sure how long it's been, probably a few hours, but the sky has gotten dark and Miss Dailey decides to come and watch us. It's actually pretty cool, making these sparks like it's the fourth of July. Almost making me forget what happened four days ago.

"It's getting late. We should get back home, Cole," she says as she notices how dark it is.

"Alright babe," he replies walking over to her. Then he stops midstride and looks at us: "What about you two? Shouldn't you be getting home?" I look to Silver's eyes and see that they reflect my own sadness.

"The thing is… our home was destroyed by the blast. Our parents are probably dead. We were right next to our house when that bomb went off. There's no way they could have survived." I blink back tears as I remember where we were the second before the blast; Silver puts a hand on my shoulder as we try hard not to cry in front of them. Trish gasps as we reveal this information.

"I understand how you feel. I lost my sister in the Blast. Her name was Amy," she says, walking towards and bringing Silver and me closer to Cole & Zeke. Tears flow down my cheeks as she moves us together. It feels nice that she's doing this, makes us realize that we're not alone.

"Hey… uh… you two wanna stay with us; me and Cole?" Zeke offers. "I've still got room to spare on the roof and I've got two rooms below. Besides, you can't stay anywhere else with what's gone on, and Trish doesn't have much space in her apartment for you two."

"And it would be good to have two girls with you boys; could teach you both how to cook and motivate you to clean up, Zeke," Trish says in a mock argument.

"Hey now, the roof just needs to be… reorganized that's all," Zeke chuckles. "Cole sucks at poker anyway." Cole then argues with Zeke about poker in a friendly argument.

"Thanks you guys," Silver says before we walk to our new home.

**While we worked on our powers and recovered from the blast, the city outside fell apart. A plague struck. Followed by rioting. Thefts. Rapes. Civilization committed suicide. In a bullshit attempt to contain the biological threat, the federal government locked down all access in and out of the city. Now we're stuck in this cage with the psychos. Cops are all but gone off the streets. Either dead or too chicken-shit to stand against the gangs that control things now. But the three of us have started to change, gaining more control over our powers, mastering them. I just hope it's not too late…**

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." ~ Abraham Lincoln

And that's all for Chapter two. Keep in mind that the more reviews I get, the more likely I will be to update. (and please try to review the latest chapters, unless your going to review each individual chapter).

1/8/2012 - I'm finally finished with the 30 pages for school and I've had the pages revised and rewritten. So I'll be updating chapters 1 -4 and posting chapter 5