Alone!
I'm alone in the Universe, no one to understand me completely. The last of my kind…in a planet inhabited by strange creatures they work so they can spend what they work for, the say you look great but they think different, the cheat and steal and are very selfish…
Who am I? I look at the mirror so many times asking the exact same question. I could be anybody thanks to my ability but I choose to be J'onn Jozz one of the 7 initially Justice leaguers one of the protectors of this amazing planet.
I know I am respected and admired by all, I don't have to read their minds to see that I jut have to read their faces, but there is something else …fear! Why are they afraid of me? I protect them day and night and yet they are afraid. I scare them with my goofy green skin like Flash puts it or what? I have to know I need to know!
But I never find out, even if I read their mind I just find more mysteries that I do not understand.
Oh Mars! I miss you so much, the people, the culture, the places even those rocks that blocked my window view. I had a chance once to have it al back, but it wasn't worth it, or was it?
No… I can't have these thoughts, what is done is done. The stone is destroyed I have to move one with my new and larger family.
I walk around the hallway and heroes pass by some salute me others ignore me and the most don't even look at my eyes or at me for that matter. But I keep on walking, not caring… or trying not too, maybe I should stare like Batman does or salute everybody like Superman … but I can't.
My feet take me to the transporter; maybe I do need a little bit of fresh air to clear my thoughts. I need to be strong!
But for who?
For me?
If I'd care for my life I wouldn't probably be risking it in every single mission. I have cheated death so many times that I lost count after 100. Why wouldn't it take me?
There is nothing here for me… my friends seem to have forgot me, they only care for my skill and keeping me on their side… as I heard in a movie with friends like these who needs enemies. I have both friends like these any dangerous enemies.
What am I saying? They care for me, they saved my life so many times…or better I saved them twice as more.
When is the last time they actually talked to me… to J'onn not to the Martian Manhunter as I'm known now…
I slowly choose some coordinates hoping to be on top of a mountain… away from it all
AN: What to you think? Please review your opinion really matters to me! ( sorry for the short chapter… school tomorrow and I'm suppose to be in bed by now… shhh don't tell)