Heroes journey (322)

As he listened to the song, his mind began to conjure the dream girl again. This time she was raven haired, huge eyed and wore long sleeved sweaters with short skirts. As he day dreamed, the two of them sat beneath a tree discussing how cool Morris Day was in Purple rain, and how they couldn’t wait to begin their lives together.

As with all the girls before, this one was only a figment. She was an ideal of what he thought he wanted. But as the days drifted on, he slowly began to realize that he didn’t care if he ever found her, that dream girl. The song continued, and he allowed himself to cry a little. There was no one around, and it had been a while.

This would normally be the moment which he’d load his weapon, put on his mask, and leap into the night to right wrongs, punish evil, etc.

Tonight he didn’t feel it.

Tonight there would be two murders he could have stopped. He’d hear about them in the morning, and feel horrible about it. They would haunt him.

The fact that he was so selfish that he allowed people to die would drive him slowly insane. Coupled with the loneliness, there was only one place this could have ended.

When they find his body they’ll mourn the loss of their hero and eventually they’ll erect a statue. No one will ever reveal who he was- his secret identity. No one will ever know why he did the things he did to save their little city, but more importantly, no one will ever know why he’d taken his own life.

People will come from miles around to stand at the foot of his statue and they will ever know…

He was lonely.