Madness
I don't own C/H.
Stupendous Man sighed as he wiped the blood from his glove onto the grass. The grass died in front of his very eyes.
What had happened? He'd been in a fight, and the next thing he knew, his gloves were stained with blood- not a human's blood, but that of something unknown to humankind.
He'd lost. He just couldn't stand it. He'd protected the world for so long, and now his enemies had won their battle.
This all proved to be too much for the hero. Such time... such devotion...
WASTED
Stupendous Man felt tears of rage streak down his cheek as he clenched his fists. He'd have to win. Good always won.
Good always won.
Good always won.
Then why had good lost? The world was becoming blurred- nothing seemed so black-and-white anymore. He'd always believed that he was doing the right thing for his species- destroying anybody who challenged him.
He'd vaporized schools because of an evil teacher. He'd bombarded an enemy with a giant projectile. But had it been right? Had his risking innocent lives for his doctrinal steadiness been wrong?
He could see the world around him become engulfed in flames. His enemy had returned. It was time to prove himself. His reckless youth must be atoned if he wished to be a hero. He'd wanted to be Superman. Instead, he'd become Luthor.
Stupendous charged into the sunset, blazing with all the fury of the engulfing flames. He spun around the city faster and faster, until the flames were out. Time for a rematch.
Stupendous Man began thinking. People of the Earth- forgive me for my transgressions towards you. I will now atone myself, even if...
The hero's thoughts stopped now. Could he make the sacrifice?
Even if it costs me my life.
Stupendous Man stared into his foe's eyes, and uttered two immortal words.
"I'm ready."
Stupendous Man smiled as he prepared his fists. It was finally time! Everything made sense- perfect sense! It was all right for him to fight this one. Much more than his honor was at stake.
I don't own C/H.
Stupendous Man sighed as he wiped the blood from his glove onto the grass. The grass died in front of his very eyes.
What had happened? He'd been in a fight, and the next thing he knew, his gloves were stained with blood- not a human's blood, but that of something unknown to humankind.
He'd lost. He just couldn't stand it. He'd protected the world for so long, and now his enemies had won their battle.
This all proved to be too much for the hero. Such time... such devotion...
WASTED
Stupendous Man felt tears of rage streak down his cheek as he clenched his fists. He'd have to win. Good always won.
Good always won.
Good always won.
Then why had good lost? The world was becoming blurred- nothing seemed so black-and-white anymore. He'd always believed that he was doing the right thing for his species- destroying anybody who challenged him.
He'd vaporized schools because of an evil teacher. He'd bombarded an enemy with a giant projectile. But had it been right? Had his risking innocent lives for his doctrinal steadiness been wrong?
He could see the world around him become engulfed in flames. His enemy had returned. It was time to prove himself. His reckless youth must be atoned if he wished to be a hero. He'd wanted to be Superman. Instead, he'd become Luthor.
Stupendous charged into the sunset, blazing with all the fury of the engulfing flames. He spun around the city faster and faster, until the flames were out. Time for a rematch.
Stupendous Man began thinking. People of the Earth- forgive me for my transgressions towards you. I will now atone myself, even if...
The hero's thoughts stopped now. Could he make the sacrifice?
Even if it costs me my life.
Stupendous Man stared into his foe's eyes, and uttered two immortal words.
"I'm ready."
Stupendous Man smiled as he prepared his fists. It was finally time! Everything made sense- perfect sense! It was all right for him to fight this one. Much more than his honor was at stake.