Okay everyone, here's the story I promised you; an InFamous X Longpaw story. This is the one that I'm writing for my Creative Composition Class, so I've been able to re-write this story for those who haven't played the game before.

"Luna" Normal speaking

POV changes or yelling

Used for quotes

Thoughts

Secondary thought speaker (Sasha or any other telepath)

**Luna's narration**

Now let's get this show on the road everyone.

"Activation plus six minutes. Pulse is 45, respiration 10. Lookin' good Luna..."

"It's choice - not chance - that determines your destiny." ~ Jean Nidetch.

* Luna's POV *

I snap my eyes open as I regain consciousness, blinking a few times as my eyes clear themselves. Oh man. What happened here? This is my first reaction to what used to be part of New York's Empire City. It looks like somebody tried to recreate a moon crater on Earth and then fill it with the flames from Hell itself. All around me is fire, lava, and complete destruction. Smoke rises into the air from the fire and cars caught in the magma. Beyond the lava-lake are the ruins of burning or collapsed buildings. The only thing leading off my island of concrete is a walkway of dirt and crumbling stone.

"Luna." My thoughts are broken when Silver calls out to me. My twin sister kneels next to a man also occupying 'Isle de Volcano.' He wears a dirty blue jacket with dark-blue jeans. One side of his head and his right leg are covered in red liquid. His head is hairless, possibly from the blast and he looks to be in his mid twenties. I quickly help Silver lift the man up, realizing that his leg is red with blood. My eyes meet her silver ones, noticing the cat-slits in them. Ash covers her face and her shirt is torn in a few places. Her jean legs are black with burn-marks and rips cover the legs. The only scratches I can see are two horizontal cuts on each cheek, giving the impression of whiskers. Other than that, she seems all right.

"Wha… what happened?" The man speaks hoarsely. I open my mouth to say something when the sound of helicopter blades tunes out my voice. We all look up to see a search chopper shining a spotlight at us. Silver and I wave to it, getting attention of the pilot.

"Hey, you three. If you can get out of here, make your way to the Fremont Bridge. We're organizing an evacuation effort there.… Hey you, get out of the garage, the whole building could come down." Then the chopper flies off towards the bridge, leaving the three of us to get to safety on our own. I grab my shirt and clutch the sword-belt, breathing a sigh of relief. Silver and I each own a sword in hopes of being in the Empire City Renaissance Fair. We've been taking sword lessons from our martial arts instructor, Morgan. We've been carrying them with us almost everywhere in case we find an interesting place to practice.

"Let's hurry…" the man speaks again. My sister and I get under each arm to help support him as he starts to move. All three of us slowly move along the rocky pathway, ducking back when cars explode in the lava. I'm sweating from the heat of the fires that spawn near us while we find a way up to a solid structure.

"What's your name?" I ask the man as we all leap onto a bus half-in the ground and half-stuck on the second floor of a nearby parking garage.

"Cole, Cole McGrath. What about you?" he rasps.

"My real name's Laura Longpaw, but my friends call me Luna," I reply.

"Name's Selvena, but I go by Silver," my twin says. "Come on you two, let's go." Not much else is said as we walk along the parking garage.

"Cole… you there brother? C'mon man, pick up," Cole reaches into his pocket and hits a button on a cell phone.

"Zeke, what happened?" he asks as we carry him through the wreckage of the garage.

"A bomb went off out in the Historic District. Some people say its terrorists. Took out five city blocks. Hurry up and get to the bridge. Trish and I are waiting for you," Zeke says before hanging up. We continue walking around debris and rubble when we pass a tangle of exposed power lines, blue electricity jumping from them. When we try to move past the power lines, electricity suddenly leaps into our arms and courses through our bodies. All three of us stand erect, jerking and twitching as our bodies react to the sudden electrocution. It feels like fire is flooding my veins, making me want to scream in pain but no words will come out. Suddenly the electricity ceases to flow into us, like a switch was thrown. The three of us huff as a single thought runs through our minds: What happened? We should be dead. No human could survive that. None of us have an answer as we continue making our way to Fremont Bridge. I try to keep Cole in the least amount of pain as possible. Once we get to the other side of the garage, more electricity jumps at us from cars and a broken light post. We should have died again, but we didn't. Right now, I'm just way too tired to even care.

"What's happening to us?" I hear Silver mutter. We all look to the side and see a huge chunk of asphalt sink into the earth, creating a makeshift ramp to a bridge below.

"Let's go," McGrath says in his hoarse voice. We all skid down the ramp, what remains of our shoes scrapping against the rough concrete, before dropping to the ground, landing very crudely as Cole lets out another grunt of pain. Ahead of us are ambulances and a few police cars. Cops are shouting out for everyone to get across the bridge, survivors of the bomb flocking to the Neon district.

"Cole! Cole!" We all look up to see a man in a leather coat with several pouches across his chest. "Hurry up, man!" Silver and I help Cole, injured as he looks, towards the bridge. We manage to make it to the edge of the overpass when another light show happens. Electricity arcs from cars, trucks, and lampposts; flying towards the three of us as huge lightning bolts fall from the sky. Cars explode into brilliant fireballs; people die as the lightning strikes them and the bridge gets blasted with burn marks.

"It's the terrorists! Run, Cole, run!" the man yells, waving to us. Cole seems to limp out from under us and sprints his way across the bridge, the two of us following. Huge lightning bolts strike the structure, torching cars and electrocuting anyone unfortunate enough to be near us. When we reach the other side, I hear a woman call out Cole's name. I think the lightning has stopped when we reached the bridge, but I'm in too much pain to even care. Two figures, an EMT and the man in the leather coat rush over to us. That's when we black out from exhaustion and our wounds.

"Cole…"

Okay so that's the pilot chapter for "Heroes of Empire City" I'm going to be updating it based on how many reviews I get; the more reviews, the more likely I'll update my story. The fewer the reviews, the more likely I'll be updating every two weeks...

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