Post by Supergirl on Jul 16, 2015 19:45:50 GMT -5
Lorraine Reilly loved this feeling. While the events that brought her to where she is now as the Firehawk, protector of France, and most of those events gruesome and hard to think on, flying almost made it all worth it. Mankind had wondered about flying since it first could form sentences and every part of history told that all over the world, men were obsessed with the idea of being able to fly. Planes seemed quite impressive to those who remembered the days of getting around by just train, but to her, planes were a boring, silly notion. This was really what it was all about. This feeling of control and freedom all at once, of speed and agility and being able to climb heights with no effort. From up in the skies, France was beautiful and peaceful and there wasn’t a care in the world. Really, France was beautiful no matter where you were. It was a gorgeous place and it was full of beautiful cities that made everyone want to stop and smell the roses every day.
A lot of things had happened that might cause most to have a sadder view on it all, kidnapping, the horrid change of the Firestorm Protocol, the depravation chamber they’d placed her in, then there was Zinthertech and their ‘kill switch’ killing off other Firestorms including herself. That was the single-greatest pain she’d ever felt in her entire life and nothing came close. But, somehow, she’d recollected herself, recreated herself. . .and killed the one responsible for slaughtering the other Firestorms with such a switch. That moment was one very conflicted in her mind and one she preferred not to think on long. On one hand, she knew it was wrong, in her heart and in her mind, it was wrong to kill another human being. However, the woman that headed Zinthertech was nothing close to human with the long list of terrible deeds she’d done, including, but not limited to, killing the Firestorms. Two wrongs didn’t make a right, however, Lorraine hadn’t actually thought it all through before committing the act. After her death, it had all been a blur and she was full of rage and fury and loss at what had occurred.
She sighed and shoved the thoughts from her mind, rolling over in the air as she soared high above France, her blue eyes watching the small dots below making their way through the day. Things were alright now, despite that the other Firestorms hadn’t managed to come back as she had. The French Intelligence Agency had asked her to keep her position as guardian of France, a protector against anything the police could not fight against. Her life was good, she had her own place, under the supervision of the French of course, she didn’t want for anything and she got to do what she loved best, protect her beloved country. There really wasn’t anything else to worry about and Lorraine was comfortable in stretching out in the bright sun as the clouds drifted by.
A lot of things had happened that might cause most to have a sadder view on it all, kidnapping, the horrid change of the Firestorm Protocol, the depravation chamber they’d placed her in, then there was Zinthertech and their ‘kill switch’ killing off other Firestorms including herself. That was the single-greatest pain she’d ever felt in her entire life and nothing came close. But, somehow, she’d recollected herself, recreated herself. . .and killed the one responsible for slaughtering the other Firestorms with such a switch. That moment was one very conflicted in her mind and one she preferred not to think on long. On one hand, she knew it was wrong, in her heart and in her mind, it was wrong to kill another human being. However, the woman that headed Zinthertech was nothing close to human with the long list of terrible deeds she’d done, including, but not limited to, killing the Firestorms. Two wrongs didn’t make a right, however, Lorraine hadn’t actually thought it all through before committing the act. After her death, it had all been a blur and she was full of rage and fury and loss at what had occurred.
She sighed and shoved the thoughts from her mind, rolling over in the air as she soared high above France, her blue eyes watching the small dots below making their way through the day. Things were alright now, despite that the other Firestorms hadn’t managed to come back as she had. The French Intelligence Agency had asked her to keep her position as guardian of France, a protector against anything the police could not fight against. Her life was good, she had her own place, under the supervision of the French of course, she didn’t want for anything and she got to do what she loved best, protect her beloved country. There really wasn’t anything else to worry about and Lorraine was comfortable in stretching out in the bright sun as the clouds drifted by.
