Cold. Darkness. Fear. Why do people shiver at the sound of those words? Hope. Justice. Light. Why do people embrace those words with open arms? What differentiates good and evil? Is there such a thing? Why must the two exist? Do they exist? Should they exist? Or should order exist? What is existence? Why is this so important to me… us… you? Questioning authority… never…
The explosion, it happened so fast. A singular bomb started this war. Metropolis… destroyed… forever. Millions of innocent lives lost in the realms of space and time, eventually never to be spoken of again. This is my call to justice. My call to action. Humans should bow down… this is what they bring upon themselves. This pain and suffering… all due to themselves. They are their own worst enemies, and are in dire need of guidance…
A loud clunking sound rang throughout my body as I rose from my slumber. "Kal-El…" said this mysterious man. "We've come to set you free, we need you… as a race". "Your saviour has arisen" said I. The shadowy figure nodded as he and I left the prison. The red sun glared into my eyes. These humans thought I was powerless, little did they know… Down the hallways I walked, looking at the various statues erected in one man's name… Bruce… Wayne. An ally I thought, perhaps I thought wrong. Humans are misguided worthless beings… They need someone to lead them with more strength… intelligence… and speed. As we came in close proximity of a flickering light, I recognized his face. My saviour was him...