DAMIEN

The sky was dark. The moon was round and bright. Stars were out shined by the City beneath them, and He walked through the ghetto fearless and in search of something. He had faced many of the same trial through the years and was growing bored of his life. His own existence was not anything to brag about, but his life was rather unconventional. He was not like anyone he had known. No one he had known have ever met a soul quite like his. Thoughts would race through his mind at all times. He would get lost in his mind.  No one would ever fully understand him. This was alright though. What once made him feel uncomfortable in his own skin, he was now embracing. The darkness he had kept buried would surface from time to time. His darkness was becoming his art. The drug use was no help. His mind was starting to slip. Visions of things would startle him. His mind would play tricks on him. The only time it would be fine for him to accept these visions was under the influence. Sobriety was becoming too boring for him. He would search for his escape. If he were to disappear would anybody care? The thought would roll around in his mind from time to time. The thought was making him want to leave. He knew where he was, but did not feel a belonging. Maybe it isn't here. A chameleon he was and could easily blend in with anyone he felt was worthy. If he knew the date of his death, he would count the days. The optimist would emerge from within and with an attitude full of arrogance, he would challenge himself to stay.  He had to stay. The confidence possessed would be fueled by the darkness that would slip through the cracks. A battle within oneself had not been won yet.  With a clear head he could make anything possible. No one could stop him. The moon above him began to crack open and bled through out outer space. Droplets would speed through the atmosphere like meteorites. The buildings around him would be destroyed with the crashing of each droplet of moon blood. He would calmly walk as the neighborhood behind him burned to the ground. People would run in panic from the wreckage. The sidewalk began to crack open as the planet began to shake. Water hydrants would fly through the air as water gushed from the ground. Car alarms filled the once quiet night with an abundance of sound and he calmly walked.  His eyes were becoming darker and horns forced their way through his skull. He was causing the wreckage. Any wrong surrounding him was his own doing, and he for once was beginning to accept that.

A trip

He thought differently from the rest. His attire mainly consisted of a black pair of slacks and a black polo. Sometimes a black button down. His shades were always withing reach. His opinions of the world and the people in it would differentiate as often as his under wear.  D=For the most part he had learned to hate everything around him, but learned how to hide it well. He had a weakness for women. Every so often he would meet one that would capture a peace of his heart. These women would make him want to be a better man. They would make him want to care. They would until one day he stopped caring.


It was on a Friday night. His shift had ended and he met with a couple of acquaintances. The night was young and the moon was full. Limitless possibilities filled the air of the night.  The group found their way into a private basement. A bag full of mushrooms to be split three ways and forty dollars worth of herb. Laughter filled the basement as smoke hugged the walls. It wasn't long before the tiles on the walls began to dance through out the room. The small group would look around with a new found sense of amazement. To some forests began to grow throughout the basement. Tiny bearded men would dance and yodel in the background.  To his right, pipes began to rattle and steam and machines would shake heavily as though they were about to erupt. 


They made their way around the basement. They became to the Scooby Doo gang as they investigated each new room in this new and exciting world they were embarking on.  Through one exit they ventured and found themselves in a garden paradise. The sky was crisp and the air was fresh.  Lights traveled upward towards the sky.  The Group investigated this paradise shortly, but knew there was far more to learn about this new land.  The boy all dressed in black began to feel a new sense of awkwardness. He was embarrassed by his appearance. Somewhere in his life he decided not to care. His wardrobe was as black as he felt his heart was.  All he wanted was to belong, but how could he in a world he hated?

The night was beginning to wane. The trio decided to venture into the outside land. As they walked down the streets freedom filled their hearts.  A joyous feeling it was as they walked side by side. They had all shared an amazing experience together and were bonding as they never could before. The moon filled the night sky and the stars gravitated toward it. The further they walked the further behind they left the darkness. The further away the boy in black left the darkness. He had been enlightened  from the experience and saw himself from who he was and who he wanted to be.

They began to split ways as the birds chirped in the tree's.  The sky was now a light blue and the streets began to fill with morning traffic. The trip had ended by the time he entered his apartment. He stood in the shower as the water fell onto his face and slid down his body. His hair covered his face. The night was being washed away by the water. He was starting to feel like himself again.  The thoughts continued to fill his mind.  It was unbearable. He wanted to cry. He hated his person so much that he even thought it would be ok to die. He inhaled and exhaled. He lost himself in meditation. The tears were washed away with the water and so was the darkness he kept within him. It was time to change. Time to become a better man. He turned the water off and slid open the shower door. he walked over to the mirror and took a look at a new man for the first time.

The Kryptonian

He traveled a great distance to get here. He did it un- willingly. To save his life, his parents blasted him off into outer space. To preserve their heritage they sent him to Earth. As his craft left the atmosphere, the ground began to crack. Oceans covered entire continents, and volcanoes began to erupt.  People were crushed, drowned, extinguished from existence.  The craft had reached a great distance by the time the planet had silently exploded. Fragments of the planet raced through space, eventually catching up with the fleeing craft. The speed of the craft helped pull the fragments with it to their new destination. Years had passed as the craft glided through space. The infant was now a toddler. The child was nurtured by the craft.  by year three, the boy had entered a new Galaxy, we call the Milky Way. The craft raced toward their new home with ever increasing speeds. The fragments in pursuit have become radioactive over time.  The craft enters the atmosphere. The heat does not affect the ship as it is made from an alien alloy. The craft enters the stratosphere and races towards a proper location with the right conditions for the boy to develop. A hail of fragments follow through the atmosphere, but break up and spread all over the new planet. The craft crashes into the earth just as an older couple drive into town. The car is flipped onto it's side and the passengers are unharmed. As they are gathering themselves, the craft opens and the boy comes out. He walks over to the turned over car and greets his new parents for the first time.  Growing up was not easy for him. His alien abilities have been developing from the moment he arrived on the planet and only grew stronger with age. He lived in fear that his secret would be exposed and he would be taken from the parents he grew to love. As a teenager, he made a choice to live as a Human being in the most forgettable way. He wore a pair of glasses, and got himself into as many accidents as possible. The other kids would laugh at him. He even let them stuff him into a locker from time to time. Back at home, he would man the farm single handed.  His adoptive parent's had no answers to give him about where he came from, but the craft he came in had all of his answers. He learned about the errors of his people, as well as their achievements. He realized his purpose at a young age, but feared exposing his secret to the world. It took him years to develop the courage he lacked. It was not until he perused his career in Journalism, when the injustices in the world became clearer to him.  Governments were failing their people, people were going hungry, People were being killed in genocide. The world was full of potential, but needed guidance. The world needed a symbol. He needed to face his fears. All of his life he had wanted to not just live among us, but to be one of us. He also wanted to be himself. He made a new decision which was to live as two people. Himself and his human disguise. People were rioting and looting. Havoc had taken over. Law enforcement was out numbered. The people had become tired of the lies told by their politicians.  A new class of villain was born. The "Super Villain." The military marched down the streets of Metropolis loaded with tanks and guns. Angry Civilians Marched towards them armed with machine guns and rifles. The two groups grew closer and closer. The tension grew stronger and stronger. Everyone was gripped with fear and anger. Both sides wanted to end this, but couldn't. Once the two groups were within eyesight they raced towards each other hooting and hollering.  The yelling was interrupted by a loud BOOM. The moon was full and bright. A silhouette hovered in front of it. A red cape flapped in the air.  The man in the sky hovered with his hands together. The two groups realized the BOOM was but a clap and stared at the man in the sky. His eyes glowed red. He lowered himself to the ground. No one has ever seen a man do what he had done. No one had ever seen a man fly.  In an authoritative voice he told  everyone to "go home." Speechless they did. Throughout the night he made saves around the world. People feared him at first, but began to see he was helping. In time people would cry for him. He had become their savior. He was accepted.