Chapter Two - How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Crisis
I had the power to destroy worlds. I didn't think I'd be able to stop myself, so I had to find somebody who could. A chance meeting with a guy called Wheezy in a bar led me to my first superhero. He was being held in a specially made cooler, but having infinite reality-altering powers this didn't cause me any problems.
"Call me Plas." he said, as I released him from his captivity.
I told Plas my story. How I was tired of the war, ragged from the science-fiction, weary of the horror. As I told him about my worlds, and he told me about his, a few new thoughts came into my head. Perhaps I could customise this world to my liking. Sure it would mean some destruction, but nothing out of the ordinary. For the first time in a long time, I stopped worrying and started smiling. I never stopped smiling thereafter.
As I carried on talking to Plas, telling him my plans, he became more and more silent.
Finally I let him go. "Warn the others." I told him, as he bounded through the door. Of course I couldn't resist standing on one of his feet. I just wanted to see how far he'd stretch.
While Plas was on his way I thought it was time to start my redesigning. This place was just too colorful. Maybe I'd start with the sky and work my way down.
Lois finally knew Clark's secret but she still wouldn't give him the time of day. As he looked at her from across the newspaper office, his attention was suddenly drawn to the sky outside. It was changing from blue to grey. This looked like a job for Super... No, his powers wouldn't be enough, somehow he knew he'd need the rest of the Society's help.
Steve pulled Diana away from her ironing and pointed to the sky outside. "It looks like you'll need to dig out your costume again, honey." Steve said resignedly.
The white sun slowly set in the black sky. Slowly he awoke and looked out at the night sky, which was no longer the dark blue he'd become accustomed to. Time to don the bat costume once more, he thought.
Ten minutes later he entered the Society headquarters. Somehow, he'd been drawn there. He looked at Supes and WW and, there, sitting at the back, the Red Tomato. Nobody seemed to know what was going on, but everybody had a strange feeling that there was a traitor amongst them.
