User blog:TeenAngel101/InFAMOUS 1: Genesis

Created by: TeenAngel101

Inspired and Based on the Franchise by: Sucker Punch Productions and Sony Interactive Entertainment







Chapter 1: Genesis
I remember....There was nothing but darkness....

I taste blood in my mouth....I smell ash and fire....

And I hear a voice...faint...barely audible....

"You're looking good, Cole. All things considered."

Who...who's there?

"Pulse 45. Respiration 10. Incredible for an early one such as yourself. That Blast shook the very Earth, and our satellites could see it from space."

What the hell is he talking about?

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions. But to answer them will only leave you with even more. I've done...what was necessary. I'm sure you'll think I've ruined your life. But someday...you'll thank me. Of that, I am certain."

I was waiting for him to say more, but he left. I didn't see him. I could....almost...SENSE his presence. He was here, leaning over me one moment, and suddenly gone the next.

Wait, where am I? The last thing I remember was....

"Oh, God..."



"What's...?", said the man named Cole. Before he was cut off by a bright flash of light.

"There's someone alive down there!", said one of the pilots through the VA, as Cole shielded his eyes from the painful ray of light with one hand. As he stood up, his vision was once again blinded. Not by the spotlight, but by a sharp, unforgiving pain that caused the poor soul to fall to his knees. As he fought through with clenched teeth, he looked down at the source of his pain, his abdominal area. And his tired, dirtied eyes widened in fear as he saw a massive, gapping wound, spilling out ounces of his own scarlet blood on the scorched earth. He placed his other hand on it, desperately trying to keep his blood within his own body. Then, the pilot spoke again.

"HEY! WAVE UP IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!"

Cole, desperately wanting medical help immediately, waved his hand in a way it would be easily visible. While it only worsed the pain by stretching his arm, he was willing to endure if it meant safety.

"Alright, if you can walk, get out of there! Head for the bridge!"

"Wait, WHAT!?"

Cole's sudden movement in shock worsed the pain of his wounds.

"Head for the bridge?! I HAVE A HOLE IN MY STOMACH!!! I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE!!!"

His angered words fell on no ears, as the pilots could not hear them over the roaring flames and spinning blades of their own vehicle. Oblivious to Cole's condition, they turned away, continuing to search the district for survivors.

As the set off, Cole's eyes simply stared as his only hope for escaping alive was about to leave him bleeding out in a crater. He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth and groaning in pain as more of his precious blood continued to poor out. Thinking it to be the end, he remembered all the things he wanted to do.

He wanted to go back to college. Finally graduate. He was only six credits short of a Master's in computer science, but decided to quit due to one of his teachers disrespecting one of his friends. What an idiot. You left so close to a future because a teacher talked shit to your friend one time? A friend you haven't even talked to in years?

Did I even do it because of him? Or because I wanted to stick it to my dad? To everyone who said I'd never be anything important?

Then he thought of her. Trish...

THREE YEARS EARLIER.....
''Empire City, New York. August 31st, 2004.''

Cole was once again returning to his apartment from another failed attempt to find a job in the city. Deciding to drink his worries away once again, he went to the fridge and grabbed a bear from the top shelf. As he sat on the tattered couch, he held his bottle with the lid resting on the edge of the table, slamming his hand down and popping it off. He leaned back and took a swig, feeling the alcohol slide down his throat. Before spitting it out in disgust.

"Ugh...expired...", Cole muttered. He then heard the door to his apartment as his best friend and roommate entered.

"Hey, Zeke." Cole greeted.

"Another day of rejection, brother?"

"Don't even start...", Cole groaned as he buried his face in his hands.

"Y'know, you gotta start paying the bills sometime, Cole." Zeke reminded as he hung his coat up.

"Look, Zeke, I'm trying to find a job. I'm TRYING to pay you back for all the loans you gave me all these years. But you knwo what? I can't DO that if you keep BREATHING DOWN MY GODDAMN NECK ABOUT IT! YOU THINK I FEEL GOOD ABOUT GETTING REJECTED FROM EVERY JOB I APPLY FOR BECAUSE I'M OVERQUALIFIED?! HAVING TO COME BACK TO THIS SHITHOLE EVERDAY BECAUSE I'M SUCH A DAMN FUCK-UP?! I'll tell you, "brother", it's DOESN'T feel good. So just SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Zeke eyes widened, unshaken by Cole's episode, which he has addmited had more than once, was more concerned about the damage Cole had done. Cole saw Zeke's eyes wander, and looked to his side. He had slammed his fist down in anger. And in doing do, broke the coffee table clean in half. It didn't take long for Cole to register what had just happened.

"Oh God...Zeke, I'm sorry. I'll-I'll pay for-" Cole was interuptted was a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"No, you don't Cole. You don't have to pay for anything. You just worry about yourself. I'll worry about me." Zeke comforted.

"Thanks...man. That...means a lot." Cole expressed his gratitude...in the best way he could.

"Nah, it's nothing. Hey! I know what'll cheer you up, little boy!"

"You're not thinking about spying on those girls in the shower across the street again, are you?"

"Ha ha ha, no.....they're out of town for the week. Anyway, I was on eHarmony-"

"Oh my fucking God..."

"Just wait! Hear me out..."

Cole crossed his arms, waiting for Zeke's explanation.

WIP...