InFAMOUS: OMEGA Sin

Prologue
A man sat at the bar, a bottle of ice-cold alcohol in his hand, his signature sunglasses on the table in front of him, his custom-made Lucky 7 shirt he'd had for the past eight years, he'd never left home without it.. His head jerked as he heard the sounds of explosions in the distance. He paid his tab, put on his sunglasses and walked outside to the rainy city of Seattle just as a pair of Conduits, both using the bright pink-colored power of Neon to wreck an incoming D.U.P strike force, turning their personnel carrier into scrap metal, the ground troops picked off via a sniper-like bolt to the head, the other smashing their helmets into pieces with a chain. Within seconds, it was over.

The man approached the pair of Conduits celebrating their victory, hands up to show he meant no harm. The male, he was young, in his mid twenties, black messy hair hidden under a beanie, his clothes blinding white. The female appeared to be around the same age, green jacket that went down to her hips, black torn leggings, they looked like they'd been running for a long time.

"What do you want?", The male Conduit asked, chain wrapped around his fist

"I'd like to offer you a job." The man said, "You'll get to do..well, the same thing you're doing now, but you'll also be rescuing your Conduits bros, and, you'll get paid for it."

"What's the catch?" The woman asked

The man pursed his lips, "You gotta rescue a certain one from Curdan Cay."

"No way man, we tried hitting that place a year ago!" The woman shouted

"One of our buddies died trying to escape." The male Conduit finished

The man handed them both a business card labeled "Cole MGElectronics", "Just come here, when you're ready."

Before the two Conduits could reply, the man vanished.

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The woman checked the ammo clip in her semi-automatic pistol for the tenth time, slapping it in, and putting it back in her shoulder holster, four guards, armed to the teeth, snow-white armor, and a Conduit Protection Division logo on their left shoulders. The hovercraft shuttered as it landed, she stepped off, and was greeted by a local police officer. The agent withdrew what appeared to be night vision goggles, fixed her auburn hair into a ponytail, before putting it on, flipping the switch, everyone around her was highlighted, various numbers flashed across her vision as she was lead to a crowded part of the city. There the citizens were lined up, each checked by either a blood injection, or by vision test conducted by the scanner like the one she was wearing. She preferred the blood scan as those were far more accurate.

As she walked down the rows of people, all of them looked terrified, confused, some were crying, some looked angry. It filled her with regret that they had to do this, but she had to keep her facade of a rock-hard, emotionless boss up for her subordinates.

"Sir, we got one!"

The agent made her way to the end of the row, a very old looking man on his knees, his clothing consisted of a torn up jean jacket and sweat pants, he appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, but something about him suggested he was far younger, something about his eyes, they didn't hold the experience an older man would hold. She flipped the switch on her goggles again, a more in-depth scan started, the Conduit gene appeared, a gold-yellow star appeared in his chest, but it was extremely dim, even more dim than one she'd seen in infants. The scan complete, "CONDUIT. POWER- UNKNOWN. LEVEL - 4. CAUTION ADVISED."

The agent bent down, taking off her goggles, revealing her teal eyes. She looked at the man, he was visibly shaken.

"Hello, I head an organization who seeks to help Bio-Terro- I mean...Conduits, like yourself. If you will let me, I can take you to a facility where you will be housed, fed, given warm clothing, and we can help you control your powers."

The man shook his head, "No! God no! Stay away! I am NOT going back to that god-damn hell hole!"

The agent blinked, perplexed, confused at what he was saying, "Sir... We are not the Department of Unified Protection, we ar-"

"I don't give a shit what you're calling yourselves now! Stay away!"

A yellow aura outlined the man, only getting brighter, the agent backed away as her body guards raised their weapons.

"What are you doing!?", The agent shouted

The old man grinned, "Bringing your demise to fruition!"

A yellow beam of light burst into the sky, so bright, it very near blinded the agent. She grimaced as the light faded, the elderly man dropped to the ground, no longer breathing, a solider checked his pulse. "He's dead"

The agent glanced at her body guards, "Escort these people home, I have to report this."

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Darkness, absolutely nothing, no sight, no sound, no feeling. But for some reason or another, it felt nice, it felt welcoming. He never wanted it to stop. The last thing he remembered, was activating a machine, it was the size of the basketball, he remembered channeling his power through it, then an excruciating amount of pain, then nothing. He'd been in a sort of plain of bliss since his last memory, but all that stopped when a yellow light shattered that notion.

He blinked, as his vision came back, he was in a hospital room, his hearing came back next, Demons by Radioactive Dragons was on repeat. He tried to sit up, but his body just refused to. A nurse and a doctor approached him.

"Peux-tu m'entendre?" The doctor asked, the man had no idea what he said, "¿Puedes escucharme?" The man again didn't reply, "Can you hear me?"

The man nodded

"Welcome back."

The man tilted his neck, indicating his confusion.

"You've been...gone, well, legally dead. I know, I know, you'd like to know how long.", The doctor placed his hand on the man's shoulder, "It's been...nine years."

The man just nodded.

"You're taking this very well... do you remember anything?"

The man shook his head.

"Mmm, well, according to your file here, you are legally 26. However, biologically, you are 35. You were born in Empire City, you were married when you were twenty five, you worked as a bike courier until marriage, when you were approached by Icarus Industries in 2011. You pioneered a Conduit-detecting device in Seattle, and you were working on a new device when a power surge caused it to explode."

"I...don't...remember..."

"Take it easy. Baby steps."

"Name."

"Your name...Is Kessler."