Post by Green Lantern on Jul 8, 2015 21:19:23 GMT -5
Kyle lowered himself down at the drawing desk in his apartment after finally finishing up cleaning his place. For the first time in a while, the place was cleaned up completely and even the kitchen area floor looked almost clean enough to eat off of. His hands went like machines, setting out the pencils, pens, and paints he needed for the job. Now it was time to get to work, but his mind couldn't focus on drawing. His eyes kept going to the green ring that he wore on his right middle finger. Kyle sighed at himself but smiled all the same. He sat back in his chair, shifting the Power Ring back and forth over his finger with his left middle digit and thumb.
He still could not believe all this was happening. At some point, he was going to close his eyes and then he would wake up and everything would turn out to be one long dream. Kyle had grown up dreaming about heroes, playing games with friends where they were like those of the past: Green Lantern, Wildcat, the Spectre, Doctor Fate, Wonder Woman... Kyle never thought that they would ever come back. Then, out of no where, the likes of Superman and Batman showed up, marking their names down in the history books. The Man of Steel shone like the sun itself, radiating all those qualities that a hero should have and he didn't even need to speak to do it! He just did. Then, there was Batman.
Kyle barely noticed his right hand going to work, having lifted up a pencil and starting to draw lines that had already started to take shape. Most of his brain was still focused on the members of the League. The Dark Knight, on coming out, had quickly made a dent in one of the States' worst cities of crime. A few years later, he had brought a light, in the form of fear, to a city that was in bad need of something to look up to. Like with Superman, Kyle had been at the television whenever stories of Batman came on and he perused the internet to catch anything he missed. It was like he was really living in the times of myths when all those old stories, like Hercules, were being told and, one day, he was going to be able to tell his grand-kids that he lived in those times.
Then there was Wonder Woman... The inks started to be applied to the drawing, Kyle's hand having taken a life of its own. She had not been around as long as the other two, but she made her mark all the same. She had this confidence and grace about her that seemed to be straight out of one of the story books his mom had read to him as a kid. Diana was like she had been pulled right out of the pages and place into the world. There was this openness and charm to her that made the Amazon seem so approachable but made her intimidating at the same time.
Then there were the others. His fingers reached over and picked up the paints, filling in the picture as the thoughts continued. The rest were all so awesome in their own way. They seemed so cool that, facing anything, they would keep it together and hold their ground. Here he was, some punk kid, barely old enough to drink and with chance making him the best wielder on the planet for one of the greatest weapons in the universe; thrust into the world of superheroes and defenders. Kyle was just an artist and now the lives of billions depended on him keeping to his responsibilities. It was a lot of weight on his shoulders and he had all these others around him now. Kyle could only hope to measure up to half of what they were.
His mind suddenly returned to the present with a long blink of his eyes and he looked down at the picture in front of him. Without even realizing it, he had drawn all the ones he knew of standing together. Like a team. Each of them had been given equal attention, a small, determined smile drawn on each of their lips (except for Batman. He had quite the brooding, blank face on). Their heads were all turned upward, as if they were facing some off screen foe or maybe even just the future. Looking at it, a wide, beaming smile crossed Kyle's face. "You know, looking at it like this. Maybe there isn't anything we can't face together."
He still could not believe all this was happening. At some point, he was going to close his eyes and then he would wake up and everything would turn out to be one long dream. Kyle had grown up dreaming about heroes, playing games with friends where they were like those of the past: Green Lantern, Wildcat, the Spectre, Doctor Fate, Wonder Woman... Kyle never thought that they would ever come back. Then, out of no where, the likes of Superman and Batman showed up, marking their names down in the history books. The Man of Steel shone like the sun itself, radiating all those qualities that a hero should have and he didn't even need to speak to do it! He just did. Then, there was Batman.
Kyle barely noticed his right hand going to work, having lifted up a pencil and starting to draw lines that had already started to take shape. Most of his brain was still focused on the members of the League. The Dark Knight, on coming out, had quickly made a dent in one of the States' worst cities of crime. A few years later, he had brought a light, in the form of fear, to a city that was in bad need of something to look up to. Like with Superman, Kyle had been at the television whenever stories of Batman came on and he perused the internet to catch anything he missed. It was like he was really living in the times of myths when all those old stories, like Hercules, were being told and, one day, he was going to be able to tell his grand-kids that he lived in those times.
Then there was Wonder Woman... The inks started to be applied to the drawing, Kyle's hand having taken a life of its own. She had not been around as long as the other two, but she made her mark all the same. She had this confidence and grace about her that seemed to be straight out of one of the story books his mom had read to him as a kid. Diana was like she had been pulled right out of the pages and place into the world. There was this openness and charm to her that made the Amazon seem so approachable but made her intimidating at the same time.
Then there were the others. His fingers reached over and picked up the paints, filling in the picture as the thoughts continued. The rest were all so awesome in their own way. They seemed so cool that, facing anything, they would keep it together and hold their ground. Here he was, some punk kid, barely old enough to drink and with chance making him the best wielder on the planet for one of the greatest weapons in the universe; thrust into the world of superheroes and defenders. Kyle was just an artist and now the lives of billions depended on him keeping to his responsibilities. It was a lot of weight on his shoulders and he had all these others around him now. Kyle could only hope to measure up to half of what they were.
His mind suddenly returned to the present with a long blink of his eyes and he looked down at the picture in front of him. Without even realizing it, he had drawn all the ones he knew of standing together. Like a team. Each of them had been given equal attention, a small, determined smile drawn on each of their lips (except for Batman. He had quite the brooding, blank face on). Their heads were all turned upward, as if they were facing some off screen foe or maybe even just the future. Looking at it, a wide, beaming smile crossed Kyle's face. "You know, looking at it like this. Maybe there isn't anything we can't face together."
