He could feel that the man had somehow found a way to resurface. His veins were ripping with electricity, sending him the message. He could feel it, and he was angry. So angry. He was back, again, after killing the man he looked up to most-a man who had been strong and brave and heroic; a man who was almost like a father he never had. And one thing was for sure, he was going to do something about it. Would his friends come along this time, or would he be on his own?
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This is it. I am in Coconut Cove, Florida, watching the boy who calls himself Mullet Fingers. I'd tell you more about myself, but be patient, we'll get to that. For now, watch Mullet Fingers:
He was running fast, swiftly passing trees that were green despite it being January. His bare feet were dirty but that didn't seem to stop him. Even the wind-the wind beat against his wild hair, but it didn't stop him. He climbed one of the trees and just sat up there on a sullied branch, pensive.
A girl with an athletic, muscular, but slim build appeared and shouted for him to come down.
"What do you want, Beatrice?" he asked.
The girl (I guess her name is Beatrice) had tears in swollen red eyes. It was manifest that she was trying hard to conceal her despair, but it wasn't working. I could see through her thin disguise. I silently wondered if Mullet Fingers could.
Mullet Fingers climbed down from the tree. I could tell that he saw Beatrice's face. He could tell that something was wrong. That was when I noticed that her shorts were bloody, and she had been limping. Macabre tears of crimson were splattered across her leg. Blood. Tomblike blood. Beatrice was trying to stand steadily; she was pretending that nothing was wrong. But the wound was catching up to her; suddenly she became stable and she grabbed onto Mullet Finger's shoulder. She couldn't remain standing, though. She fell over, weak and dizzy.
"What happened, Bea?" Mullet asked.
In a gargled, incoherent sentence, Beatrice said, "Lonna….tried to kill my Dad…I stepped in front…my Dad's dead….but she didn't only have a gun…she had a knife…"
I had to brace myself. Lana?!?!?!?!!! Lana Lang, the Kryptonian? No, it couldn't be. There was more than one person named "Lana" in the world. Right? Well, there certainly isn't another soul that has my name. Well, my third name. Or my second name. But my first name? It was stupid. Hey, don't laugh at me, but I'm not a joke, and I don't want to be named after one. But I didn't know that changing my name would change my soul; that it would change my intention.
Anyways, back to Mullet Fingers.
He kneeled down next to Beatrice and looked at her leg.
"It's not that deep; I was able to escape at the last minute," she struggled to say.
"Are you alright?" Mullet Fingers asked.
And then she said Mullet Finger's famous line. "Are you kidding? I feel like a million bucks."
I would love to sit back and watch this cheesiness of a brother and sister helping each other (it is obvious that they are brothers and sisters), but I don't really have the time. Not with those three brats after me after I killed their professor.
Aaah….poor them. Not. I don't know. I don't know anymore, because I'm lost, swirled in a puddle of all the lives I never meant to take; drowning in the blood of all the victims of a hero-gone-wrong.
Anyways, you might think I don't listen to music, because I'm all big and powerful (even though I have died five or six times but still managed somehow to be there ruining the day), but everyone listens to music. I can here in my head the lyrics, swirling around in my head, tearing at my taut soul.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
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No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
Then another one.
I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.
I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.
Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.
'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me.
You probably want to know what happened to Beatrice, right? Don't worry; she's probably fine. Besides, worse things have happened. I should know. But anyways, Mullet Fingers is strong, so his sister probably is too.
Oh yeah, there's one thing I have to tell you about a mistake I made (no, not all the big ones. Just from what I started telling you before. The second boy, I thought it was Bruce, but I was wrong. How could I be so stupid? Bruce is the kid's father (well, adoptive father). His name is Richard Grayson but he calls himself Robin.
I bet one day, all four of them will be superheroes. What if they screw up, like I did?
I guess I'll have to wait, barren and cursed, from the outside looking in.
Is that what I get for everything that happened that wasn't really my fault?
