Dc Comics One Shots

The White Lantern [] White Lantern Corps

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This is a little blurb I just started writing out of no where for no particular reason. Enjoy!

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The year was 2075.

The world was corrupt, destroyed by greed and war. The light that so many had once held onto was gone. So many people dead, killed by the nuclear wars that several countries, big and small, had inflicted upon one another.

Children of the survivors scurried around in the shadows, draped in rags with thin figures carrying their weight. These children where the world's only hope. Yet, so many people didn't realized that. 

Now, children were killed off, or sold on the black market to the world's criminal empires, the only things that kept some sort of order in the chaos. The parents were dying, or dead, from the after affects of the nuclear bombs.

Yet, in all this darkness, one child saw the light. 

And his name was (Y/N) (L/N). 

He was a scrawny boy, no more than 5 feet tall, his scuffled (H/C) hair sticking out in all sorts of places on his head as his (E/C) eyes shone with brightness. He would be the world's savior.

If only he knew how.

As (Y/N) grew up, he learned a valuable lesson.

There was not always light in everyone's eyes. Some people were downright cruel, yet some where nearly a saint. Unlike (Y/N), these people did not have the spark of light he did. They all shared the same thing. 

Greed.

When he was an innocent 14 year old, he tried to buy some food with the only money he had from a kind old woman on the streets of Old New York City. Yet, the woman took his money, leaving him to starve.

(Y/N) learned never to trust anyone, never to let anyone out of his sight, and never to let anyone have his light.

Because, he knew.

They would just try to take it.

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When (Y/N) was 17, a rare age for anyone nowadays, peculiar things began to happen to him. He would hear voices and see visions of blue aliens in blood red cloaks, their heads the size of basketballs.

He saw a man, in a green outfit, smiling with cockiness. 

He saw a woman, in a pink outfit, smiling with love.

He saw an alien woman, in a blue outfit, smiling with hope.

He saw an alien man, in an orange outfit, smiling with greed.

He saw an alien woman, in a red outfit, smiling with rage.

He saw an alien man, in a yellow outfit, smiling with cruelty.

He saw an alien woman, in an indigo outfit, smiling with knowledge.

He saw a man, in a black outfit, smiling with darkness.

Yet, above all, he saw a simple man in a white outfit. Not smiling with cockiness, or love, or hope, greed, rage, cruelty, knowledge, or darkness, but all of them. He smiled with purity. (Y/N) stared at this man in awe as he held out his hand. 

(Y/N) urged to take it, but was struck back into reality. The night had fallen, and soon, the bombs would come. He quickly took shelter in another abandoned home, the old shutters beating against the window frames as the wind blew violently.

The boom of a bomb sounded throughout the abandoned city as dust began to cloud in the streets. The tsunamis of dirt and dust swarmed through the city, (Y/N) cowering in a broom closet. 

A white light began to seep through the cracks in the broom closet, the noise subsiding. (Y/N) clambered out of the closet in confusion, his eyes blinded by the light.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," A voice echoed throughout the house. "The White Lantern Corpse has chosen you too be its succesor. Should you choose, and you will be free from your misery, and will join the last survivors of the eight Lantern Corpses."

(Y/N) looked up at the alien. He had blue skin and was drapped in a red robe, his white hair practically flowing off of his head.

"W-Who are you?" (Y/N) stuttered.

"I am the last surviving Guardian." The Guardian explained. "Now, join me in an attempt to clense the world."

"What's the catch?" (Y/N) questioned, the bright light dimming rapidly.

"There is no catch," The Guardian replied.

(Y/N) nodded, thinking about the possibilieties. "Why not?" He said, taking a deep breath.

"Wonderful," The Guardian spoke as a white orb appeared in his hands. "Now, (Y/N) (L/N), you must recite the White Lantern oath."

The orb slipped onto (Y/N)'s hand, a brilliant light flashing in his eyes. "In the brightest day, there will be light to cleanse the soul, and set wrongs right, when darkness falls, look to the skies, a new dawn comes, let there be light."

The Guardian nodded. "(Y/N) (L/N), you are now a White Lantern."

(Y/N) rolled his eyes at the overly dramatic alien. "Yippe,"