It was cold, it was dark, it was empty, it was lonely. But then again, when isn't it always this way? He thought he would adjust to it eventually, as he was equally as cold and dark, and it would help him forget everything that had happened to him all those years ago. Years? Has it been years already? In all of his exile, the only thing he has forgotten was the time. Perhaps it has been years, maybe centuries even. Or maybe it has only been days and the dark emptiness dragged out the seconds as if they were years.
He didn't care much anymore, all he cared about was that he had been wronged. From the first day he was gifted with these powers, everything else had been taken away from him. When he tried to better himself, when he tried to get back what he thought he had lost, it just became more things to take away. No, it wasn't when he was given his powers, it was long before that. During this whole time in deep space, he kept looking back into his past. All his pain, all his misery, all his loneliness and heartbreak, could be tracked down to one day. It was the day he met that cumbersome oaf he once had the displeasure of calling friend. Since then all his chances at happiness were dashed. He lost the love of his life and was exiled for years in a hospital all because that big idiot wouldn't bother seeing what he was doing. Then he had children, they too would set out to ruin his life. He had made something of himself, he was finally worth the love of his soul mate and to do the world a favor by putting one fat lummox out of his misery. He had the title, he had the wealth, he had the power in more ways than one. All he needed was a family. He thought he would start one with his love, once he got her husband out of the way. Imagine his surprise, imagine his joy, when he found out that her son was gifted just like him. Someone he could relate to with being different (and in his opinion, superior) to everyone else. Someone he could pass down all of his knowledge and skills. In her son he saw the son he never got to have.
But the boy was much too much like his idiot father. He refused to stand by his side. He instead called him insane to even suggest such a notion. No, he did not call him insane, he called him a "seriously crazed up fruitloop", a little worse than being called insane. He opposed him and became an enemy, set out the foil all plans that would lead him to his happiness. Despite this, he still offered his fatherly affection and guidance throughout their confrontations. The boy refused him every time and set out to humiliate him. Every time. He wanted to give up and take the boy out, but he still wanted a child with his gift. His hopes in such a child were dashed when his child, the child he made from the boy's own genetic structure, had turned against him as well.
He then forfeited making himself happy and thus plotted to make the boy and his family suffer. He had gained power and greater advantages ahead of the boy. He had the whole world, the whole planet Earth in his hands! He was so close to success he could almost taste it.
But then he failed.
His only consolation was the fact that he would be the only person alive. And in his books, being alive made you much happier than being dead.
And so he wandered the depths of space, looking at nothing but the dark and cold, with nothing but his thoughts to comfort him. He spent all this time contemplating all the wrongs in his life. The cold made his ectoplasm want to warm itself with hatred, the black emptiness wanted do illuminate the air red with rage. Instead of the loneliness making him better, it only made him worse. His only regret in his part of the Earth's destruction was that it wasn't direct enough for him to see that moron of a man and his son die. They were gone, and he didn't bother to enjoy it.
After a time unmeasured by him, he soon found his path was about to cross the empty space the Earth had once stood. He was tormented by the thought of seeing the rubble that once was his home and mused by the thought of whether or not it had formed its own asteroid belt by now or just added rocks to the original one. He made his way past Jupiter and the asteroid belt and then there, on the other side of Mars, past its two moons, there stood the Earth. It was untouched, intact, the way he remembered it. Its orbit was littered with satellites and space stations, ships flying back and forth between the atmosphere and the Earths surface.
He should have been happy, the planet that he was born in, the planet that he was raised in, the planet that made him who he was and one of the only worlds he knew was alive and intact. He should have been ashamed. The planet had nearly been destroyed because of him. He should of felt these emotions, but he didn't. All he felt was rage. He knew immediately that it was the boy's doing, that he had save the world and defamed him in the process. They must have rewarded him, made him a hero, while he had to hide in the depths of space and live infamously in the history books as the man who nearly destroyed the world. His father may have taken the love of his life but the boy did much worse, he took his reputation.
His ectoplasm boiled against the cold emptiness, the black depths were crimson in his rage. He wanted retribution for all that was taken from him. He wanted revenge for his infamy. And he knew that it could only be paid in blood, and a little ectoplasm, under a specific name: Fenton.