(A/N: I know I'm going out on a limb here and this isn't the usual perspective, but hang on.)
LoSt InTeNtIoN
What do you do, when something isn't what you expected to be, and it's too late to turn around?
I'm not who you think I am, but we'll get to that later. Some people will tell you that I'm the bad guy of the story, but have you ever looked into my eyes? Have you ever seen me? I guess you haven't, because, technically, I am dead.
Originally, I hated the world and everybody in it because it was so corrupt. Maybe I got out of control. I don't know. It doesn't matter, because, technically, my plan didn't work. Technically, I'm dead.
You could say, my original intentions got lost somewhere along the line.
First of all, let me tell you that although I am technically "dead", I am still alive, and almost powerful as ever. But this story isn't really about me, so I won't go into detail about that. You already know what happened, anyways. You just don't know my side of the story.
But let me tell you one thing, I've moved on. And here is the same scene I watch, every day, over and over again, wondering if they can do what I wanted to do (but turned out doing the opposite): save the world. I don't know.
One of them calls himself Mullet Fingers. He lives on his own in the wilderness, and is pretty dogmatic and strong-just like I was. I'm not sure if he's more than….well, just human…yet…but he's passed every test so far.
And then there's Bruce Wayne. About the same age as Mullet Fingers; give or take a year or two.
And of course, there's Lana Lang, the Kryptonian. She can't die the way I did, because she's even more powerful than me. Heck, she's even more powerful than the boy and his two sidekicks (one female!) that tried to kill me. I've researched it. She's about the same age as Mullet Fingers. Now, I know she's not of my kind, but she's even more powerful, and immortal (kind of like I am in a twisted sense, but at least she has her own body), so I figured she would work.
And there is Raven Roth, a half-demon. Okay, so I said there were three. But three is a nasty number, plus none of them even know each other. They haven't even met, but they will if my…um, is it the seventh now? (it might be the sixth, but I don't remember)...plan works, and those three creeps don't interfere again. But knowing them, they will.
What was the name they gave me? Well, I guess it technically wasn't them that named me, but, come 'on, those people really need to wake up and start living life. I mean, seriously, how pathetic is it, to be afraid to say someone's name?
Anyways, this story isn't about me or even my enemies or even my kind. Its about the people I originally thought were way less powerful than me, but it turns out a lot of them are way more powerful me.
No matter what, they WILL be on my side.
So just lay back, listen, and enjoy my side of the story for once.