Foreboding

By Trick Steven

Ah, this darkness is so comforting. Nothing seems to blind me in the dark recesses of your mind, Katar. Your negative thoughts continue to feed and nourish me, even as rarely as they come. Although… now that I think about it, what is the point of me being fed if I do not have room to grow? Hmm, really your mind is just a prison for me and I grow sick and tired of your heroics, especially when you think about the Justice League. Your love-sick mooning over Shayera is also starting to get on my nerves. Isn't it obvious that she'll never like you, (And if my valiant effort hadn't been able to bring you two together, what will?). She is still in love with that traitorous snake Vashari, the man who now calls himself the Green Lantern. But alas, you can't hear my advice and all I can hear is your consent sobbing of how your "love" doesn't love you. If it were up to me, I would've imploded your mind and escaped already, but unfortunately I am chained to your thoughts for as long as you breathe on this earth. Ah, but if I were to escape, I would steal the most precious jewels; amethysts, diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. I would creep into museums and take golden sarcophaguses that had housed kings and rob priceless crowns from the Egyptian queens of old. I would keep all these treasures in a safe place; a place where no sunlight ever shines and where shadows are larger then life. You and your foolish Justice League would never be able to beat me in my natural element, the element of darkness. But if you and your friends ever came to challenge me, I would be ready. Your friends would fight valiantly, but in the end they would all be defeated. You would lie on the cold floor dying, your wings shattered and bloodstained as I would laugh with triumphant in my voice. I can imagine the disbelief on your stupid face, not being able to comprehend I wasn't under your control anymore and that you, the great Hawkman, had lost. I would then savor the moment and kill you. Then I would probably do a little dance around your dead body and then dispose of it, since the sight of a decaying body amidst my beautiful treasures would ruin the atmosphere. Thus, this is just a mere outline of what I plan to do once I get out of your brain. Don't worry Katar, I will escape this prison, but it's not a matter of how, but a matter of when. And trust me when I say that, it will be very, very soon.