Okay, so I've decided to switch the POV from first person to third person. And damn I think I jinxed it when I said that this chapter hopefully wouldn't take as long as the last one. It's been months. I'm so sorry! So, I downloaded google-drive on my tablet and phone, so I can write, like, anywhere, now. Hopefully that'll help?
Amber didn't really know what she was expecting when she slipped that ring on her finger. A flash of light, maybe? Sudden knowledge and wisdom? An owners manual, at least? She needed one. None of these things happened, though. Nothing did, really. When she slipped that green lantern ring on Her finger, it just kept raining. She froze for a couple of seconds, thinking, maybe it just takes a minute. Or...not.
She tilted Her head back towards the ground. She was just now noticing the slosh of water and mud shifting in Her shoes. Gross. She was soaked, and, now that Amber thought about it, cold.
What now? She wondered. Well, first, she needed to figure out what to do with the man on the porch. She really should just call someone, and let them take care of it, but that just seemed, well, wrong. For all she knew, he had family back from wherever he came from. She doubted they would take well to Her government poking and prodding at his corpse. She shuddered. That was what they would do, wasn't it? They were the U.S. government, after all. They'd dissect him like a frog in a high school lab. The thought made Her sick to Her stomach. It was a horrible thought, but it was true.
But if not that, then what could she do? She looked up at the sky again, as if it held all the answers.
And perhaps it does? It was hardly noticeable, but a green glow could be seen near the clouds. It slowly got bigger, and became more and more human...alien...person shaped.
The man from the videos of Parallax, whatever the hell that thing even was, touched to the muddy, overgrown vegetation in front of the vacant house.
"Oh, no. Marek'th." He had immediately knelt down at the alien's, no, Marek'th's, side. "Damn it, man. Damn it." His right hand clenched into a fist. After a moment, he stood and swung around to face Amber, brown eyes falling onto the ring on Her hand.
His gaze wandered up Her sternum to rest on Her face. "So his ring chose you?"
It took Her a moment to answer. "N-no." She stuttered. "I was just jogging and - well, yeah. I found...him." She drew in a breath of air, brow furrowing. "He gave me it before he - died. Said he hoped I was... right for the ring."
"I see." His own brow furrowed, then smoothed over, and he held out his hand. "My name's Hal Jordan. What do people say at moments like these? Oh. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps. Basically, glorified space cops."