You admit that you're a nerd. But you always have been. Since you were little, you've been reading comics, and worshipping superheroes. And before even that, your father read you comics as a baby, and you playfully grabbed the pages and chewed on them, not sure of what was going on.
You have friends, but superheroes had always been your true friends. No matter what the mood, you could sink into a fantasy world, where people flew and had x-ray vision. Even just touching the spine of the book sent shivers down your back.
You're bedroom was a shrine to these heroes. Posters and comics everywhere, but pride of place, above your bed, was your Justice League of America poster. It was cover issue #7, found in some of the last pages of Justice League of America- The Tornado's Path. It showed Black Canary, Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Vixen, Black Lightning, Red Tornado, Hawk Girl and Red Arrow, the newest Justice League. In the back ground it showed all the previous League members. Many which included Gypsy, Plastic Man and the Martian Man Hunter. But whatever superhero (or villain) it was, 99% of the time, you could name them.
You come home from school, and hurl your bag onto your bed. You flop down on the bed and land on top of your bag. It digs uncomfortably into your back, but you make no effort to move. It was an exhausting day, and you're grateful for this rest.
You glance up at the poster, and nod, as if to acknowledge its presence. You shake your head, telling yourself that you're being silly.
Sighing heavily, your roll off your bag and open it, determined to make some start to your homework.
You look at the maths homework, pause, and then put it back away.
"I'll just work at McDonalds," You think, grinning slightly.
It was about time to read a comic anyway.
That night, when you're asleep in your bed, you wake up suddenly. Drenched in sweat, you look around. The floor is dimly lit by the street lights shining in through the gap between your curtains. You climb out of bed to close them over, and as you do you're completely engulfed in darkness.
You fumble your way back to the bed, but before you can climb in, your trip over some unknown object. Your head smashes against the side of the bed, and you feel something warm dribble down the side of you head. You gingerly reach up to feel it. Blood.
Shaking violently, you pull yourself up, the pain in your head unimaginable. As you stand up, you drop to the ground, winded. As you try to stand up a second time, you fall again, but this time, into darkness.
You wake up on a cold, hard floor. Sitting up, your head begins to throb, and you gasp in pain. You reach up, and the same familiar cut is there, but the blood is dried down your face.
You look around. You're in a long, grey hall. There's nobody there. You realise your shaking, and try to calm down. But how can you? You're in a completely unknown place, with no idea how of when you got there.
Suddenly, you feel something sharp at the back of your head. You freeze. You turn slightly. A man dressed in red, armed with a bow, is pointing an arrow at your head.
"Don't move," He warns, "Who are you, and how did you get here?"
