DISCLAIMER: Justice League is not mine! I am not doing that for money or fame! (Just for fun)

Hope you like my first chapter^^ Or the prologue really.

I made my OC just for fun because I am rewatching JL and then I thought that I would like to be a hero too^^ And because every member of the League has one or more power, I rolled a dice, got a 3 and then I went to superpower wiki and pressed 3 times on random page XD The 3 resulting powers were just soooo fitting that I had to use it XD

And this is the result, hope it is acceptable.

I will follow the episodes, but can`t say at which I will start^^

Till next time:

Ever had some really bad things happen to you?

And I don`t mean something like falling eggs or rotten food in your fridge. Or even a spat with your friends. No, I mean something really really bad, like getting mugged or blackmailed. Or even get kidnapped to lure out one of the superheroes that are living all around Metropolis. (A piano on your head does count too.)

No, never happened to you? Lucky Bastard. I hope you will stay that way. But in a city like this, nothing is so sure. Metropolis is and will always be a city with more villains than you can count on one hand, or even two.

Yes? Well, shit happens… You can`t do anything about it anymore, you can only cry and hope that it will get better soon, hope that the pain and sorrow will get away, leave you alone once and for all. For some people this really happens. For some people, life gets better again. Most people will have scars, while not always physical some of them are left on your very soul. Those scars, I think, are the hardest to smooth out again. They will never leave but you could overcome them, with time and happiness and friends/family.

And when you can`t overcome them, can`t talk about the events because no one would listen to you or something is happening around you that would surely put you into an asylum when you would talk about it, then welcome to my little club.

Now you are maybe asking yourself who you even read about and what, by the spirits, is wrong with me. Bear with me just a little longer and hear my story. Read about my failures, my beginnings, my losses, my gains and read about the end. And if you really read to the end of this journal, maybe you will get my story out there, tell others about it and even maybe you will understand why I had to do what I did.

But I won`t get to forward, we have to start at the beginning for you to really understand who and what I am and what I will become over time. We live in a world in which superheroes aren`t scarce. You can find one in nearly every bigger city, all over the world, sometimes even more than one. There are those, who are obviously good, like Superman or Green Lantern. And then there are some darker, more sinister looking and acting than others, like Batman or Green Arrow. But they are all superheroes nonetheless. But between this goody-two-shoes and dark-as-night-persons there are others. Heroes, or just persons, that just get overlooked and they find it fine. Love it, because so they can work in peace and never draw the ire of a villain. But those "grey" heroes, are thin and far in between.

If I had a choice, I would like to be grey.

But if someone had listened to me my whole life long, they wouldn`t had trusted upon me the responsibility of caring for a bunch of people who always get hurt. I would have never come out of my small life, would have never stepped forward into the light to get seen. I wouldn`t be some kind of freak other people fear. I wouldn`t see this things, see what happened to the people. But what will you do? Sometimes it just happens. Sometimes, you really can`t do something about it.

I will tell you how I became what I am today. Because everything has a beginning and every beginning has its tale, its story. Sometimes it's a story of success, for example achieving a lifegoal or opening a bakery. My beginning is a story of a change and a chance of a lifetime.

It all began on a very boring day for me, a day with boring grey clouds in the sky…

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The Beginning, the how

It was a grey day out in the countryside, the wind was blowing slowly, pushing against the grass and bending it softly. The houses of the small town were strewn around, sometimes a few houses stood together but mostly they were standing alone. A big forest surrounded the small town, encasing it in a dark barrier made from wood. This forest was a big hiding place, a playground and a secret hideout for every child in this town. Even for me and my best friend Amber.

Amber and I knew each other since we were children. We played together in the sand pits, in the hay on my family's small farm and we went together to school. It was a small elementary school, just for the first 4 years before we would have to take a bus to the next bigger city for higher education. She was dark skinned and very thin with corkscrew hair in a dark brown tone. Her blue eyes were big and round and the prettiest eyes I had ever seen. Which she always denied.

Our families were friends since they moved here, so 15 years ago. My mother and my father moved into this town when mum got pregnant with my older sister, Emy. At the same time Ambers mother was pregnant with Ian, her older brother. Both children were born 2 months after the other. Our mothers became friends when they realized that there wasn`t a daycare in town. Mothers would alternate in taking care of 4 or 5 children about the same age group. And so Ian and Emy became best friends. This whole procedure took place again 5 years later with Amber and me.

Back again to the very grey day my story truly began. Amber and I were inside the forest, playing hide and seek with some imaginary foes. I still know that we had to flee because some bad monsters were after us and our healing potion, which was just an ordinary flask of juice my mother had packed us. We were running hand in hand, jumping over roots ad fallen trees, climbing over nearly covered stones, always following some light that broke through the foliage.

We ran as fast as we could till we reached the small river, where we finally stopped. Amber grinned at me, her eyes twinkling like mad, but she stood tall and proud. After a few minutes of catching our breaths we sat down at the river, our feet dangling in the cold water. Around us the bushes were making sounds in the wind, covering up our giggling and hard breathing.

"They nearly got us! The shadow almost had your leg!" Amber spoke, her eyes never leaving mine. Her left hand ruffled my hair before she leaned back and sighed loudly to herself.

"Yes, I know. It was so creepy and cold!" I shivered slightly and leaned against my best friend, soaking up her warmth for myself. She wrapped her arms around me, still giggling slightly but suddenly, she froze as a shadow fell over our heads.

"Hey! Hey! Look what we found!" a boyish voice cut in our play, causing us both to look up at a small blonde boy with brown eyes. His name was Alphonse and he was about our age, while his older brother Edward was a few years older. Normally Alphonse was side by side with Edward, but he stood in front of us now, alone but smiling like a sun.

Amber let go off me and crawled a bit away to make room for Alphonse and the boy, a good friend of ours, crouched down beside us, his hands cupped around something. Slowly he lifted one hand and both Amber and I held our breaths, because whatever was in his hands, was glowing brightly in different colors, even changing from red to green to blue and back, intermingled with yellow and purple. As his hand was finally out of our line of vision, we could see that he had berries in his hand.

Glowing berries!

"Wow!" Amber and I stated together, crowding nearer to Alphonse`s hands to get a better look.

"Where did you find them? And why are they glowing?"

"Well. Rupert, Sandra, Becca and I were playing down the river, near the old dirt track, when Becca`s dog began to bark. We all ran there and saw the dog sitting in front of some bushes with berries! And they were already glowing. I really don`t know why they glow, but isn`t that so cool?" his voice got higher and higher in his excitement as he spoke about his and our classmate's discovery. Both Amber and me nodded vigorously.

"Come! We wanted to give every one of our class one of this glowberries! And then we will eat it together!" He jumped up again, his hands clasped once again, and ran in front of us. Amber and I were jumping after him just a few moments later. We wanted a glowberrie, too! And it would even be a class secret!

It took us nearly 10 minutes to arrive at the place, where the river met the old dirt track. Nearly all kids of our class were already there, sitting in front of three glowing bushes with berries. Beccas dog was running around like crazy, barking and growling playfully all the while. One child, Rupert, stood before the others. He was the tallest of us, had the deepest voice and could sometimes be very mean, so he was the unchallenged spokesperson of our class.

Amber and I sat down at the edge of the small half-cicle, next to Roberta and Cassy. All in all, our class consisted of 21 children and 18 were already present. The murmuring got louder and louder, some kids even tried to get some of the glowing berries, but were pushed down again by Rupert.

"We will wait till Sandra and the others are back! We will eat them together and it will be our secret!" he shouted and every child shut up.

"what do you mean `secret`?" The smallest of us, Kirby, asked lowly, her voice trembling.

"Well, I think that my mother would forbid me to eat the berries." Rupert stated and nodded solemnly to us.

"And why should we eat them then? I think all of our mothers would be mad at us if they knew that we want to eat this berries!" Amber screeched and I pressed one hand to my suddenly ringing ear. She was very loud.

"That is a test of courage! A dare! If you don`t eat one berry, you admit that you are scared, that you are a flighty chicken!" Indignant silence followed Rupert's statement and everyone stared at him, angrily.

"I am not a chicken!" came the rumbling from several mouths. Kirby even started sniffling lowly to herself. I was angry too, nobody dared to tell me that I was a flighty chicken! But we had to wait till all of us were here before we could eat a berry and Sandra just took so long.

"Can we just pick a berry now? We will wait until Sandra is back and then we will eat it." Someone said and most of us, me included, nodded to this. Beside me, Amber was looking miffed and she huffed loudly.

Rupert seemed to think it over for a few seconds, tilting his head from one side to the other before he nodded slowly and turned to us again.

"Well, there are just 3 Bushes, so we will most surely hurt each other when we get the berries. So it makes more sense when just a few of us come at one time, right?" it was silent for a second, before, with a war cry, most of us jumped up and forward, all of us wanted to be the first there. Amber and I shouldered our way through to the left bush, were not so many of us tried to get to. The screaming and screeching was getting louder and louder as all of us tried to catch one berry for themselves. While all of us stormed the bushes, Sandra and the others arrived, saw what happened and blindsided a few others as they attacked the bushes on their own.

Grappling and clawing into the green and brown bushes took a few minutes, then the children, Amber and me all sat down again, now calmer than before. I was staring at the small berry in my hand, it was smaller than I would have liked but it glowed a slightly pulsating iceblue and it was formed like a raspberry, one of my favorite type of fruits.

"Ok, all right. Everyone got a berry?" a simultaneous `yes` was the answer for Rupert's question.

"So, we eat it on three. One…" every child placed the berry in their palms and focused on it, "two…" I pressed the berry against my lips. It was startling cold. "Three!" Before I could think better of it I swallowed the berry without chewing. A bad idea. I started coughing loudly and at the same time tried to get the berry down my throat. From the sounds around me, I wasn`t the only one with that problem.

Amber hit me on my back a few times, helping me to calm down again. I stared at her, smiling.

"Did yours taste as bad as mine?" she whispered loudly while fumbling with her flask for some juice. I shook my head and followed her example, taking some deep gulps from my Orange juice.

"No, I didn`t even chew on it. I, accidentally, swallowed it whole. Was it gross?"

"Yes, like chewing on the shoelaces after grandma's dog slobbered it all over."

"Eww…"

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We didn`t know at the time what we had just done. We didn`t expect the consequences to be quite so dire.

The next day we were all sick. So sick that nobody of us could get out of bed. The doctor in town had to run from one house to another to check up on us. The poor dog, which was with us the day before, died of a heart attack. Our mothers stayed at home, trying to get our fever down. I seem to remember my mother, she was sitting at my bed, holding my hand, stroking it. She read me a story, about a princess and a horse, who were both looking for a prince. I don`t remember the end of the story, but I can even feel today the warmth of my mother's embrace.

Out of 21 children, all 21 were sick. All of us had to stay at home for the next week. The doctor from our town and even the doctors from the next big city which came over for the `epidemic` were shocked and admitted that they had no idea what was wrong with us.

We didn`t tell them what we had done. That we all ate some glowing berries. In hindsight we all felt very stupid, I think. At least Amber and I did.

5 of us died the following week. The fever got too high and their bodies just gave up on them. My mother cried that night, never leaving my side, stroking my hair out of my face and singing to me. I felt so bad.

I can`t remember much of that week, just that it hurt so much and that I felt like I was on fire, that my innards were liquefying themselves just to spite me.

The last 16 of us were getting better after the torturous week. And 11 felt just like before. They were fine and happy, although the deaths of our friends weighted heavy on us all.

The last 5, me and Amber included here, felt different. Like some barrier had broken done and wen were now better than before. Amber lost sight in her right eye, but she was happy to get away with her life. Alphonse got quieter, his steps were heavier and his brother never left his side for quite a while. Rupert was more outgoing, more aggressive, his family moved a few months later and it would take some years to hear from him again. Kirby, the last of us 5, lost weight in an alarmingly rate, her mother never let her leave without some snacks or even whole meals.

And I, I was fine for a few months. And then the feeling started. The feeling that something in me was flowing, was freed from a cage. It didn`t feel bad. It was freeing in some weird sense.

We didn`t knew what was wrong with us.

But we did find out a few years later.

At least Amber and I talked about it all the time. Until my family decided to move away. Move to Metropolis, where the chances for education were higher than in the countryside. Thank the spirits that my mother's best friend was Ambers mother, because the plan to move away was made in advance, with help from them. So my family and her family looked for houses together. And then we all moved away.

I can still see Kirby's sad gaze after our cars.

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"It`s getting stronger, you know." Amber stared at me, one of her hand clasping one of mine. We were 14 now, living in Metropolis and going to school together. Our houses were next to each other so we could meet every day. Ian and Emy were now a pair, who hadn`t see that coming? My father died a few weeks ago. He fell down the stairs and I found him as I came home from school. I couldn`t do anything for him, even with my power.

"Yes, mine too." I leaned my head against her shoulder. We sat outside in the garden, in the shadow of a large tree.

"What did you do?" I stared at her questioningly.

"Instead of seconds, I can see now what will happen in the next two minutes. Not at will, still, but I am getting better already." Her gift, or mutation was such a useful one. She could see the future. At least sometimes and only when she closed her remaining good eye. But she tried to train it and it even saved the life of her grandma, because she saw the stroke coming before it even happened.

She nudged me out of my thoughts.

"I couldn`t save my father…" I whispered sadly to her, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"I know… You aren`t strong enough for that now. And it pains me to see you in pain."

"He forgave me." She froze. Her fingers forced my head up and my eyes to look at her. Her skin was getting paler and her fingers felt like ice on my skin.

"What did you say?"

"I saw him. After he died, I… Amber, I touched him and some sort of grey screen plopped before my eyes and there he stood, or at least it looked like it! Some splinters of light came from his body and I could hear him say that it wasn`t my fault… And then the grey vanished and everything was normal again… I felt so cold, Amber…" I sniffed loudly.

My friend's arms wrapped around me, tucking me onto her lap and she started to murmur in my ear.

"Your powers seem to evolve. Or mutate even more, more than mine. First you could heal scraps and small bruises. That is getting better and better. And now, you can see or hear the dead… I am so sorry for you. That must be so hard…" I cuddled into her, pressing my head into her shoulder and the tears just fell from my cheeks.

We had only us to talk to, to talk about our freakishness. We swore to hide it from others, even from our families. Per letters, emails and short messages per mobile phone, we held contact to Kirby and Alphonse. They had each other and Edward.

With time our mutation just got stronger and more pronounced.

I feared the day we both wouldn`t be able to hide this side of us. Where we would expose our freakishness and get shunned from others.

And I was scared what would happen if Amber and I would get separated, through her family moving again or through us choosing different Highschools or Universities.