Marvel : the Author

Hello everyone ! I'm preparing this post before the day gets under way, hoping it's not gonna be too hectic.

Today I want to talk to you about InFamous. Maybe I did, already… but the reason I want to is because I'm currently working on another FanFic about it. More specifically, a crossover universe between InFamous and the Boys. Already on chapter 8 and still typing at it. Hopefully, I'mm be able to start posting it in a week or 2. Obviously, it'll be a completely Alternate Universe with a MC I created. And speaking of the game, there's a bunch of plot holes I'm discovering as I work on my story. For instance : did you know that Augustine, the antagonist of InFamous second son I was activated by the Beast during the event of InFamous 2 ? You know, before ALL conduits were killed off to save the world…

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See ya all and enjoy !

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I awake to the smell of disinfectant and the beeping sound of a hospital monitor. Surprisingly, I'm rather clear-headed as I emerge from my unconscious state… Though it does take me a moment to connect the dots of where I am and how I ended up here… Wherever here is ! Fact of the matter, I don't connect them just yet. I recall the Sinister Six, the fights that ensued, my victories as well as the pain and difficulties of fighting after a building collided with my face. Yeah, I know it's the other way around : I don't particularly care. In this instance, and since I didn't wish to smack my face into the wall, I've decided it's the wall that smacked my face !

After the second fight though… Nothing. Curtains. A blank. At least until right about now. Me waking up in this hospital bed, with its white sheet and walls, the hi-tech equipment… Wait, what ?! That doesn't look very much like a standard hospital monitor ! Sure, we're in the marvel universe and thus there are things that are quite… sci-fi. But the hospital are pretty normal.

Then again, maybe the hospital decided against treating a mutie. The One-Above-All knows how rotten the human race is and how they love to hate. Especially other people ! In the case of 'mutant', and I want to once again say that I prefer Alter-human, let's just say humans sometimes have a right to hate them…

Apocalypse, Magneto, the Evil Brotherhood of Mutant, Mister Sinister and his clones etc, etc… They've created, and continue for some, quite a few problems, killed and are killing, quite a few people. No wonder they're hated ! My problem however, is the fact that we're all put in the same basket !

It's like saying… I don't know. Americans are obese ! Sure, they are some who are. Perhaps even more in the US than in other countries, but generalizing like this ? It's wrong, inaccurate and downright stupid ! Then again, I've come to not expect much intelligence from people, and that includes me, as well.

To cut a long story short, I expected to be chained or tied up when all those thoughts crossed my mind. Before I moved, I was even a little surprised that I wasn't on some cold metal slab completely naked like a common piece of meat. So, when I managed to sit up and found out none of my limbs were bound… Let's just say I was puzzled. Still am.

I'm pretty sure this isn't just a regular hospital. For one, except for the monitor, I can't hear anything : No patient or medical personnel speaking, no shouts, no footsteps or running, no alarms or announcement over the speakers. Just the incessant and somewhat fluctuating beeping of the heart monitor mirroring my emotions.

I look around and spot an almost inconspicuous little black half-sphere in the corner of the room, attached to the ceiling. It was almost hidden in the vague spot badly lit of the room so if I didn't pay attention, I might have missed it. As things are, I know what it is. Now, time to find exactly who are my 'benefactors'. In fact, time to find out whether they are benefactors or abductors…

« Well ? » I speak clearly to the empty room. « I'm awake, now~! Isn't there anyone to bring me water ? Something to eat ? An explanation ? »

By the way, there's something I forgot to mention : I'm still wearing my real appearance. You know ? Tentacles on the face, not a single bone in the body… Yeah, that appearance. It reassures me that if the people are actually enemies, they don't have my identity… Unless they've got my DNA and that of my civilian identity and compared them, but what are the chances ?

Matter of fact, doesn't my DNA change according to my appearance ? That's what logic would dictate.

No answer, only silence as my sole companion. A couple moments later, just as I'm about to speak up again, I pause and decide against it. Considering the fact that I'm not restrained in any way, I have doubts whether the people who grabbed and healed are villains but… They could also play the long game : appear friendly, earn my trust, and then force me into a situation where I'll have no other choice than to follow their orders. Yeah… No !

So, I've decided that I won't blindly put my trust in whoever's coming through those doors. They may be good guys, they may be bad guys, but will they have my best interests at heart ? Nuh-uh ! The only person I can trust to have my interests in mind is… well, me ! My parents, as well, maybe… If their version of 'my interests' is not twisted by their own beliefs and aspirations for what I should do. Thankfully, they're not like that : they let me make my own choices and don't push me into a particular career path or anything.

Anyways, let's stop thinking about my parents. They're not here. At least, I don't think they are. I'll simply wait for my captors and take stock…

I feel fine so I'm guessing that I should be able to use my ink, in addition to my 'ink-enhanced' physique. The problem is… That they seem to have taken my belt. And my mystic arts robes for that matter. I'm dressed into hospital pajamas. Thankfully, it's not the ones you sometimes see on TV that you tie in the back but often leave your butt open for everyone to take a peek. Also, I have pants so, I'm doubly grateful !

Suddenly, with a 'wooshing' sound, the door slides to the side and in steps a black skinned bald pirate. His black trench-coat, boots and the military gait, the frowning and serious face leaves me no doubt about who he is. Or at least, who he is portraying… In a world of superheroes, gods and demons, I can neither trust my eyes or my judgement ! For all I know, it's actually a thought-feeding space puppy projecting an image in my head…

Fury, or rather the one who passes for Fury, says :

« So, you want an explanation, huh ? So do we ! »