Infamous

It was dark. Cold and dark. The gloom was all-encompassing. There was no escaping it. But in this gloom was a single mote of light. This mote, tried and tested time and time again, was no normal mote. It was Cole MacGrath. He was a conduit. A human blessed or cursed, depending on the view, with superhuman powers, waiting to be awakened by a Ray Sphere or something of it's magnitude. He had used one, quite on accident, and nearly caused the annihilation of the globe with a plague. He fixed it though, at the cost of his own life, and so many others.

Next to this mote, another blinked into existence. And then another. And following those, even more. Cole's mote then moved. It shifted slightly, but then blurred in a random direction. As the other motes remained still, they seemed to watch with respect as their former embarked on a journey. A journey to a new place, a place with need for him.

Cole mentally gasped as he regained consciousness. His first thought was utter and complete mental overload, as if every single nerve in his shocked body was firing, over and over again. He nearly blacked out again, but his mastery of electricity seemed to keep him awake. He felt a cool, wet substance on his face, and it tingled. He felt his clothes on his back, and even the comfortable weight of his silver amp on his back. He calmed himself, and then mentally checked over himself. He moved his toes, and then began moving up his body, checking each part for damage. Other than the utter confusion, he felt good, if not drained. There seemed to be no circuits around him, and as he tried to locate anything, there seemed to be a lack of artificial electricity in general. The only current he could sense was very, very weak. As if it were organisms. Finally, he put his right hand to the ground, and began to lift himself off the ground.

He rose to his knees, and then to his feet, and for the first time since awakening, looked around him. He seemed to be in a sort of forest. That explained the lack of high voltage electricity. The trees were a sort of bright green never seen in New Marais, or anywhere, for that matter. In fact, EVERYTHING seemed to be colorful. Too colorful. As he beheld his new environment, he felt a wave of weakness wash over him. Then, with a familiar tingle, his right hand lit up with a blue glow. He raised his arm, focused for a moment, and then pulsed his neurons. A bolt of blue lightning shot out of his hand, impacted a nearby tree, and dissipated into it, the only sign of it being there at all was a small scorch where the bolt had hit. His brows furrowed for a moment in thought, then he walked up to the tree. Placing both his hands on it, he sent a tiny jolt of electricity through his right hand. It didn't reach his left.

He frowned for a moment, and then sighed. 'Like I have anything to lose...'. He tried to absorb electricity from the tree, and with a slight shock, ha actually was able to do so. It seemed the tree was grounded, and the ground had a huge store of energy...

His train of thought was broken by a shrill scream.

It was back like in Empire City or New Marais. He had options. Option one: ignore it. He was in a new land, a new place, with no knowledge of the inhabitants, animals, terrain, or anything for that matter, and, on top of that, he was weakened and without power. Option two: sneak over there. If he did, he may not be fast enough. If that was some sort of local screaming being attacked by some animal or something, then he may be shunned since he didn't help. Option three: get over there as soon as he could, try to help, and befriend the locals. If he did, then he may have a much easier time later, and may even be able to get back home.

Without a second thought, he took off towards the voice. He pumped his right arm into the air, and was pleased to be launched upwards by a spire of ice. As he took to the air, he focused on his arms, and they began propelling him slightly with waves of electricity. The cry sounded once more, and this time, it seemed like more than one. He dropped to the ground, gathering electricity as he did. At the bottom, instead of releasing it like he normally did, he held on to it. He felt his reserves increase, slightly, and took off again, pulling the amp out of its place on his back. That was new.

He broke into a clearing, and wasted no time getting to work. A group of seven wolf-like creatures had flanked and cornered a group of three, small, very-brightly off-colored, scared mini-horse things which seemed to be backed up against a wall. Two were in front of the third, which had a bright red streak on it's flank. The aggressors, and in this case predators, were were obvious. Whatever he did, he was going to have to deal with the wolves sooner or later. He picked sooner.

With a cry, he brought his amp down on the closest wolf-thing, and pulsed his electricity through it as he swung. Ever in motion, he flipped over it, whipped his amp forwards, and jabbed the next one. Only then did he notice the lack of blood or bone, but rather shards of bark and tree sap. Not that it mattered, anyways. He had seen worse.

The second wolf-tree thing yelped and jumped backwards to escape the electric touch of the amp. As it did so, the attention of the other five were drawn to him. One leaped at him, as the others circled around. He raised the amp up, catching it's bite on one of the prongs. He grabbed it's head with his left hand, and pulsed electricity through his right. With the sickly smell of burning logs, the tree-wolf seemed to go limp, and Cole dropped it. With a strong premonition, he dropped to the ground and jabbed upwards, just to send a wolf tumbling head-over-paws above him. He turned around, and brought the amp back. Two down, five to go.

The next wave came in a pair. Three seemed to stay back and watch, one of these more bulkier and hefty than the others. If these were like wolves, then that one must be the alpha. He was distracted by the dash of one wolf, going low, while the other went high. He swung his cocked amp with a swing that would make Babe Ruth proud, and bashed a wolf flying. Before he could get the second, though, it swung at his leg, and he felt a sharp pain as hot blood dribbled out of the slash. He caught it on it's way out, though. A quick precision shot to the back of the 'head', and that wolf was done. He turned, leg weak, back to the three. He met eyes with the big one, and it seemed to challenge him. If these WERE even slightly intelligent... back to the fight.

The 'alpha' growled once, and the other two seemed to stay back. Cole tensed, and readied himself for the inevitable pounce. As sure as night follows day, the pounce came. Cole brought his amp up, but the force of all the wood-like substance bearing down on him made him stumble. His injured leg caught a root, and he fell. As he fell, he felt the amp slip from his grasp, and the wolf landed on top of him, claws poking into his chest. He brought his hands up to catch the jaw of the biting wolf, and pushed. The wolf pushed back as he held it's jaws open and away. But he felt his strength draining, and the wolf began to press its advantage. The jaws moved closer and closer, and Cole knew it would come down to this. With a last bit of effort, he did what he had told himself he wouldn't. He leeched. He dug through the wolf's surprisingly complex neural systems, draining every last free electron from it's body, feeling the same electrons empower him and heal him. As the process came to an end, the blue conduits of energy connecting him with the wolf died out. He shrugged the body off him, and stood back up, preparing for the other two.

They were gone. Seems like they ran off after their 'alpha' died. Not much of a fight. Cole heard a squeak behind him, and turned. The three min-horse things were looking at him, a mix of emotions in their eyes. Were they intelligent?

He crouched down to their level, and the two uninjured ones recoiled from him. One was an off-white color with a wierd pink and purple mane, and the other was bright orange with a dark pink mane. Some colors... The third seemed delirious, and didn't acknowledge his presence. It was yellow with a red mane and had a... bow in it? It didn't matter, the horse-thing was injured. An old trick came to mind, and he put his hands together, electricity coursing between them. As he shuffled closer to the injured one, the other two seemed to grow more determined, and stood in front of it.

"Don't touch her!" The orange one yelled.

Cole recoiled instantly. What the hell? It SPOKE? It IS intelligent! Intelligent equines! How!?

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DONE!
He wasn't on Earth anymore. Wherever he is, he was a LONG way from home...