Disclaimer: I do not own Prototype, Infamous, or The Darkness. If I did, this would probably be a video game, not just a fanfiction.

Rise of Conflict

Chapter 1

Ney York City, New York

A dark shape crouched in the shadow of an equally dark alley. The two men who walk causally past it were totally oblivious. They were focused on business tonight.

Both men wore suits, the older one brown, the younger one black. A casual observer might mistake them for lawyers, or businessmen. However a close inspection of their coats would reveal an odd weighted object concealed upon their persons. These men were armed, and their purpose tonight was... well, less than legal.

The younger of the two was a skinny man by the name of Joe, with a smart mouth and an itchy trigger finger, the result of watching one too many gangster movies in his youth. He had joined the mob for the "thrills" and was always urging to end any debate with lead. His associate was an older man in his late forties, who went by Marley. He was only really on this job to ensure Joe didn't muck things up too bad. Thirty years in this business had turned him cold, cynical, and more than a bit suspicious. He'd rather be home, reading a book in his recliner. Instead he was out slogging through the grim of the big city.

"Hey, where is this shmuck, he was supposed to be here" Joe complained. "When I find that Little weasel I ought a..." Marley tuned Joe out, walking ahead of him. Of course the bum hadn't shown up, that would be convenient. The boss wouldn't be happy about this. The kid was young enough to be his son, why was he in charge? Well, Marley didn't make the decisions, so he would keep his mouth shut, and do what he was told to do, that was probably what's best, for him at least.

CRUNCH!

Marley heard the sound of something hard snapping behind him. He spun around, drawing his firearm in the practiced motion of someone who'd done it many times before. He leveled it at the source of the noise... Joe. "what are you doing back there Joe?" He half expected some snarky comment about his mom, instead Joe just walked up to him, glaring like a animal. Marley got nervous "Joe?" he mumbled in a frightened voice. Like lightning Joe's hand shot out and wrapped around Marley's neck "Joe, put me down!" Marley exclaimed, panicked. Suddenly Joe's form shifted in a mass of red and black tendrils, turning into a young man in a black leather jacket over a gray hoodie. Marley began to scream, the his voice died off as an iron-like grip tightened around his throat.

The man in the jacket stalked out of the alley. all that he left behind him was a series of bloodstains, and two handguns, lying on the pavement.