Okay everyone, time for the Karmatic decision for the twins. Do they become Good or Evil, Heroes or Villains, Protect or Destroy?

Also I would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

"Luna" Normal speaking

POV changes or yelling

Used for quotes

Thoughts

Secondary thought speaker (Sasha or any other telepath)

**Luna's narration**

There's a bunch of food here; enough to feed the five of us for weeks, maybe even longer. If we fry a couple people in the crowd the rest will run away. The food will be all ours, but some of these guys might starve. I look to my sister and Cole to find them debating the same thing; do we let the people take their share of food or do we take it all for ourselves. A sigh escapes my lips as I draw my sword to help one guy pry a box lid off.

"I got one open, let's eat," he cries out triumphantly. Everyone gathers to the open crate, waiting to see what the Fed's dropped us; except for one brown-haired lady, who walks towards us.

"Cole, Luna, Silver!" Trish calls in a greeting.

"Hey, Trish," I call out upon spotting the brown-haired EMT worker.

"Thank goodness you got the food down; these poor people would have starved," she says, waving to a few skinny adults who crowd around the box. Silver holds her hands up in mock defense: "We just did what we had to do. No one needs to throw us a parade."

"Those idiots dropped us canned prunes. Now who in the right mind would eat this crap?" Zeke complains as he holds up a can. A sound comes from the gigantic screen overlooking Archer as the Voice of Survival hacks into the TV.

"Observe here Empire City. The picture you're seeing was taken by a security camera near ground zero right before the Blast," he then shows an image of Cole, me and Silver together. The image zooms in on all of our faces along with Cole who holds a package in his hands, like he's going to give it to us. "These three are responsible for what's going on in this hellhole. If someone in your family died, then you know who's responsible. Voice of Survival: Out." Then the TV goes back to normal.

**Ever been called a terrorist? All I remember is walking back home with Silver when we bump into Cole. Next thing we know, we're waking up in a crater, alive without many serious injuries. But that video, how did Cole get the package in the first place? Why would he deliver a bomb? For who? Regardless of who did it or why it happened, the consequences are everywhere. Trish didn't say a word; didn't show any emotion or anything; she just walked away. By then people started recognizing us, even Zeke was giving us looks. We made a plan with Zeke to get to Stampton Bridge and get out of the city. I hope he shows up, because he's the only one we can trust… **

"There they are!" one man cries, interrupting my mental monologue. I barely have time to duck as rocks start getting thrown at us. "Let's get them!" Another man cries as they throw more rocks. All of us cry out as a few hit us. Jeez people. I was the one who got you the food… I think with annoyance as more projectiles sail towards us. Cole grabs my arm and leads us into an alleyway.

"Follow me; we'll lose them this way," he whispers. McGrath then starts running a few steps up the wall before leaping to the other building, grabbing onto a window sill. He then proceeds to grab onto a fire escape and hauls himself up. Silver and I follow his lead, leaping between both buildings to gain elevation over the small mob.

"Hey, listen. I got you two some cells so we can keep in touch. I've got my number in there as well as Zeke's, Trish's, and each others," Cole says as he pulls out two red pocket-cells, just like the one he has. Then we work our way over to Stampton Bridge.

"Stampton Bridge. Fastest way out of town," Zeke says before noticing the SWAT members in front of the gate. "That is if you can get us past those baton-wielding goons."

"Just follow our lead," I say, securing my sword scabbard to my shoulder.

We're gonna have to get past those riot cops if we want out of the city. If we fry a few from inside the crowd, we'll trigger a riot: keep the heat off us. Course that means a lot of people will get the crap kicked out of them. It's about 9 on 4 including Zeke. What to do… I bite my thumb as I think. That's when Cole and Silver charge at the cops head-on. Cole launches a few static waves while Silver blasts lightning at the others. I charge in with my fists covered in electricity. The riot cops try to beat us back, but I doubt that the job memo mentioned three lightning-powered humans. In a few minutes the guards are taken care of and the gate is opened. We have to take care of a few more gates and guards, but it's only an inconvenience.

"Hurry up. Make way for the quarantine station. It's our ticket outta here," Zeke yells out as the final gate opens up. When the civilians rush to the station, gunfire fills the air as the mobs of civilians are mowed down by the bullets.

**The gate opened to a wall of barbed wire and machine guns. Zeke made a break for the decontamination unit and fell head first into the harbor. Cole sprints to the building like Superman. My sister and I move faster than we ever moved before; the door slamming shut behind us. We're greeted by name, and nick-name, by this dark-tan woman named Moya. She saw what happened at Ground Zero and explains that she wants us to find her husband, John White. He was supposed to infiltrate a group called the First Sons and gather information on a project called the 'Ray Sphere'; a device that drains nearby neuro-electric energy and concentrates it in an individual. She lost contact with John the night of the blast, unable to find any leads despite her contacts. She offers us a deal: Find John and the Ray Sphere and not only will she get us out, but also clear our name. Seems simple enough…**

Due to the riot on the bridge we have to go back via pipes running under the bridge. Along the way, Moya explains that she's got a perfect lock on our GPS location and has tapped into our phone receivers. "If you try to double cross me, I'll throw you three into a hole so far down you won't be able to know which way is up," she threatens as we cross back to the mainland. Crossing the pipelines wasn't difficult; nothing different from urban exploration, except for the height. Zeke waves us over when we step foot in Empire City, glad we're alive.

"Nice work on that gate wrecking ball," Cole teases.

"The gate was easy, but getting back to shore; let's just say I'm no Michael Phelps. So how'd y'all manage to get out of there? Bullets flying everywhere; thought you were goners," he admits while scratching the back of his neck. So we all head back to the roof, filling Zeke in along the way.

Alright now, that's all for now. I would also like you guys to know that I will have off-line readers looking at my story for plot-errors and things like that; repetitiveness and such, so I might be changing the wording around on some of the previous chapters to make it sound better for those who haven't played InFamous. I know I may have cut out some things in the story, but I'd like to remind you that I'm doing this for a school project (limiting my paper to 30 pages when I've actually got 34 pages without concluding it.)

Anyhow, thanks for reading everyone. If you have any ideas for side-missions and/or for the main storyline, please put it in the comments. Also if anyone is replaying InFamous, could you send me a transcript (or message) of what the Voice of Survival says in his broadcasts along with what USTV reports? Thanks again everyone.

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