I guess I better start this off simple.
I am dead.
I've been dead since the 1970s? I think anyways. You tend to lose track of time when you're dead.
I come from a place you people would call the 'Afterlife' I've been to what you would call Heaven (great place if you're a good person) but I couldn't stay.
See I was killed before my life was suppose to end. Everyone has this life goal their suppose to acheive. I died before I could acheive that goal. Do I know what that goal was? No. The big guy won't tell me (The Creator of the universe). So now I'm stuck here on this plane of existence.
There is one way I can fully pass on to the next world. I have to help people who've lost their way in this one. Broken hearts, lost souls, people who've just lost their reason to really live.
I help them.I become like a conscious for them. I give them second chances at life. Because I didn't get one.
Not long ago I had tried to help a person, a really special person. But sometimes I can't help the way things turn out. He turned into a horrible person, a super vilian. He killed millions, he almost destroyed the world and himself.
I can't save everyone.
Bad things, they happen to good people. I become their conscious. I tell them what's right and what's wrong. How they decide to go right or wrong, that's how villians or heroes are really created.
I am dead.
I've been dead since the 1970s? I think anyways. You tend to lose track of time when you're dead.
I come from a place you people would call the 'Afterlife' I've been to what you would call Heaven (great place if you're a good person) but I couldn't stay.
See I was killed before my life was suppose to end. Everyone has this life goal their suppose to acheive. I died before I could acheive that goal. Do I know what that goal was? No. The big guy won't tell me (The Creator of the universe). So now I'm stuck here on this plane of existence.
There is one way I can fully pass on to the next world. I have to help people who've lost their way in this one. Broken hearts, lost souls, people who've just lost their reason to really live.
I help them.I become like a conscious for them. I give them second chances at life. Because I didn't get one.
Not long ago I had tried to help a person, a really special person. But sometimes I can't help the way things turn out. He turned into a horrible person, a super vilian. He killed millions, he almost destroyed the world and himself.
I can't save everyone.
Bad things, they happen to good people. I become their conscious. I tell them what's right and what's wrong. How they decide to go right or wrong, that's how villians or heroes are really created.
"Sir, the cloning failed. And now the girl is fully trusted by the others. There is no possible way to-"
"That is false. The girl is mine, and she knows that. However, with the bat and bird protecting her, it will be difficult."
"Don't forget, she has begun dating the silver boy."
"Yes. But is it worth it to own her?"
"Sir?"
"I've seen her work at a small amount of power. I wonder how destructive she can be at full power. This girl can, no, will be, the end of the Justice League."
"Of course, sir."
"Leave me." The girl nodded, her red eyes glimmering in the dark. Then she exited without a sound.
The boy stepped out from the shadows, his yellow eyes darting around the screens. Each screen had a different picture of the same girl. He reached out and picked one.
"We've waited a long time for you, deary. It's time to come home."
"That is false. The girl is mine, and she knows that. However, with the bat and bird protecting her, it will be difficult."
"Don't forget, she has begun dating the silver boy."
"Yes. But is it worth it to own her?"
"Sir?"
"I've seen her work at a small amount of power. I wonder how destructive she can be at full power. This girl can, no, will be, the end of the Justice League."
"Of course, sir."
"Leave me." The girl nodded, her red eyes glimmering in the dark. Then she exited without a sound.
The boy stepped out from the shadows, his yellow eyes darting around the screens. Each screen had a different picture of the same girl. He reached out and picked one.
"We've waited a long time for you, deary. It's time to come home."