Light Beam and Dark Thunder were always meant to be on opposite sides. Enemies with a past and no possible future.
Superhero. Supervillain.
Righteous. Nefarious.
Popular. Infamous.
But there was only one little problem with that: they liked their...
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I didn't know where I was. I felt like I had been punched in the face. A few times.
That's probably because I did get punched in the face. A few times.
My body was exhausted.
My mind suddenly awoke with only one thought: Dark. It was like a jolt of energy suddenly turned my bones to jelly. I somehow dragged my jelly bones to one of the glass walls that surrounded me and slammed my fist against it maniacally.
"Let me out!" I screamed. The helpless desperation in my voice only made me realize how scared I really was. "Let me out!" I screamed again. And again. And again. And it wasn't working! My hand was sore from pounding against the glass that didn't seem to budge. I was still in the weird glass cage type of thing.
The cold floor didn't help either. There were air vents in the floor, making sure I pretty much froze to death. Apart from that it was glass box. I didn't know how I was put in it or how I was going to get out of it. The transparent walls were making me uncomfortable.
It felt like I was there but I wasn't really there and everyone around me was somehow both, fully aware of the fact while simultaneously, ignoring every fragment of my existence.
I have a feeling this weird glass prison like thing had been created for just that. To make you uncomfortable. I hated it. I absolutely hated it. I hated how everyone seemed so incredibly proud of themselves. They knew what they were but they liked being like that.
There were about twenty identical glass boxes with different Supers in them. I couldn't tell who they were. The glasses were slightly tinted. I couldn't even tell who was in the box right next to mine.
I didn't know where I was, I didn't know what time it was, i didn't know how long I had been here. Time didn't seem to move at all. It made me feel more helpless than ever. I couldn't do this anymore. I felt uncomfortable and somewhat breathless. I wanted to get out of the cage, but I didn't know how. I was convinced that they were going to keep me in there until I lost my mind, which at this rate seemed less than a day.
I wanted to cry but I couldn't. My throat was hoarse and I could feel my body shake. I felt like I was being watched. I felt like someone was constantly looking at me, ignoring my screams. Enjoying my desperation grow into madness.
I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. And I couldn't. I couldn't even move. I stayed frozen in my spot. I didn't know how much time passed? I couldn't tell.
I could feel slow, tired tears leak from my eyes.
I noticed a familiar figure standing next to my box. The figure bent down on one knee and placed a card on the floor. I heard a slight swish-y sound and I saw the glass right in front of me split into two and the two sides pulled away from each other. The figure entered the box and the glass brought itself back into place. Forming a perfect cube again.
