Underground complex, Utah, United States of America.
'How do you kill a man made of steel? How can you destroy the indestructible?'
The man stopped at the door and turned to the people following him. He smiled coldly. 'You break his heart.'
With that, he opened the door. A giant machine rose before them, rings spun around a central point, the humming was deep and resounding, and white light was everywhere. In the center of this great machine, seemingly floating, laid back, arms outstretched, bathed in light was a muscular figure, a man, clad in nothing but a pair of black shorts.
The man in the business suit waited patiently for the machine to stop spinning and the light to die down.
'Fortunately,' He said, as the second man slowly drifted down, his outstretched arms lowered as he touched the ground, eyes still closed. He looked at peace, but at the same time, energized. 'The man of steel's heart has already begun to crack.'
There was a pause, all eyes trained on the second man. He was extremely well built with a strong jaw. He had dark brown, almost black hair with a hint of a wave in it. A streak of white hair ran across the side of his head. There was an energy radiating from him, he almost looked like he was glowing faint white. His eyes remained closed.
'Dark Star.' The first man spoke.
His eyes snapped open. Deep, otherworldly blue.
'Are you ready?' The man spoke again.
Dark Star smiled a sick, twisted smile. Oh yes, he was.
Five years previously: Same complex.
Sprawled on the floor, the same man gasped for breath. The room was white and padded, a cube, a single lead door on one side, and, most importantly, no windows.
He was dressed in plain white hospital scrubs, barefoot. This was a man who used to stand tall and strong, now he looked weak and pained. At the moment, his hair was just dark.
Two others were in the room with him, a tall thin man in a white lab coat and a large muscular man.
'Who are you?' The scientist repeated.
The man wheezed, but couldn't answer.
The muscular man delivered a few more blows to him; the man rolled over onto his stomach and coughed up blood. Red on white.
'Who are you, what are you?' the scientist demanded. The man just grimaced, he hadn't felt this much pain in his life.
Three more kicks to the gut rolled him over onto his back, after several labored breaths, the man spoke.
'My… my name…'
My name is Jason White, and this is my story.
Hey everyone, Built on the Horizon here. I've been lurking on the Superman section for a while now with this mulling in the back of my mind. This will be a Jason centric fic, third person intergrated with first and will start at the start and get progressively darker from there. Please review, I'm rather nervous about posting this. Next chapter should be up soon!
