Cleanup
The building wasn't pleasant to look at.I'm confident the city won't miss it. The people who lost their lives in it's destruction, though? That's another thing. No one in that building deserved what they got today, yet they're dead. I couldn't save them. Just listen to their hearts run out of beats one by one. All I can do now is stand outside and watch the "cleanup". My mind is so cluttered I don't even notice the Daily Planet's news crew, with her leading the pack. I'm on camera and she's here. I'm shoved into bottling everything up and putting on a facade for them. I an't let the people see me like this. I've never been good at hiding things, though. And it goes to show when some EMTs pass by with a stretcher. It's covered, but I know an innocent is under those covers. My fake grin falls apart as I watch the EMTs take the body away. I look at the person on that stretcher, and without a word give my apologies and ask--no, beg for forgiveness. Forgiveness for the fact that I wasn't quick enough, and now this person has payed the ultimate prie for my own shortcomings. I keep watching the EMTs take the body away, until I hear something. Two miles northeast from here, the familiar violent "WHUMP" sound of two cars crashing. I can recognize from the sound how fast one of them was going. There's no other way to put it: those people need help, now. I turn to her, tell her I'm needed and offer my analogies to her. She nods at me and I ascend, making my way to the crash as fast as I possibly can, hoping that I can finally do something right today...
Cleanup
The building wasn't pleasant to look at.I'm confident the city won't miss it. The people who lost their lives in it's destruction, though? That's another thing. No one in that building deserved what they got today, yet they're dead. I couldn't save them. Just listen to their hearts run out of beats one by one. All I can do now is stand outside and watch the "cleanup". My mind is so cluttered I don't even notice the Daily Planet's news crew, with her leading the pack. I'm on camera and she's here. I'm shoved into bottling everything up and putting on a facade for them. I an't let the people see me like this. I've never been good at hiding things, though. And it goes to show when some EMTs pass by with a stretcher. It's covered, but I know an innocent is under those covers. My fake grin falls apart as I watch the EMTs take the body away. I look at the person on that stretcher, and without a word give my apologies and ask--no, beg for forgiveness. Forgiveness for the fact that I wasn't quick enough, and now this person has payed the ultimate prie for my own shortcomings. I keep watching the EMTs take the body away, until I hear something. Two miles northeast from here, the familiar violent "WHUMP" sound of two cars crashing. I can recognize from the sound how fast one of them was going. There's no other way to put it: those people need help, now. I turn to her, tell her I'm needed and offer my analogies to her. She nods at me and I ascend, making my way to the crash as fast as I possibly can, hoping that I can finally do something right today...