InsaneJournal

Who: Kon-El
What: Narrative. Discovering his wife is gone.
Where: What used to be their apartment
When: Throughout the day, starting in early morning, around sunrise
Warnings: Angst



Kon-El woke to find her gone, the familiar weight and warmth of her gone from his side, and no trace of her scent in the air. When his slowly awakening mind realized that, he rose jerkily, nearly falling over as he looked around the room, then, using his x-ray vision, the entire flat, then the entire building.

She was gone. Jane, his wife, was gone.

He staggered, standing on his feet, the feel of the carpet oddly real to the flesh between his toes as he shuddered. Fear was lancing through him, and he froze, his mind racing, for he was unsure of what to do. Denial came first, and he scrambled for the box he kept documents in, exploding it apart with his tactile telekinesis, and sorting through the papers madly.

When he found it, he stared.

Their wedding certificate. It was blank, as if it was waiting for names. Everything about it had vanished.

He still denied it in his mind, in his heart, through fear and anger were slowly wakening in him. She was gone! Damn it, why? What had he done? Had he messed up somehow? What cruel god had done this?

He cried out, a sound of denial, and pain, or a breaking heart as he struggled to not break down into tears.

He sank then, to the floor, fingers knotting in the carpet, as his back bowed, and his body was wracked by the pain of denying that anger, denying those tears. When he cried out again, his hands ripped up from the carpet, tearing most of it up with them, and then he was flying.

Out the open window, up above the city, and straight up, he went.

He soared higher, faster, pouring emotion into action, into speed. He broke sound and speed barriers as he rose high above the Earth, tears now falling from his face, being wiped away with angry hands as he flew, trying to escape the knowledge, trying to escape the pain.

He flew, and time seemed to bend, and he cried, and time seemed to slow, and he did not know how long, or how far, or how much he cried or flew.

***

Somehow, when he was next aware of himself, of his surroundings, he was on a mountain top, somewhere he did not recognize, staring out over a range of mountains. Maybe the Himalayas, or the Andes, or some such. Maybe not.

He didn't know and didn't care.

He turned from looking out at the world, that world that no longer had Jane in it, that had lost him the woman he loved and had taken to wife from him, and looked. A cave was there, dark, musty, and cold, and he trudged inside.

It was dimly lit from outside, and from a shaft arching down from the far off roof of the mountain. the light illuminated a cave that was as big as their apartment had been. A pool of water, leaked from a high point and draining away through a crack, slowly, filled one side, and a crevice that was deep, dark, and thin, was near the back.

As he stared around the cave, mind whirling, he felt an urge to stay there, to just never go out again.

For a long moment, he considered it, gazing around. What did he need a world without Jane in it for? How would he deal with it?

But in the end, he could not stay. He was not brave enough to stay with only his thoughts and her spirit to haunt him.

He turned, and left, and leaped to the sky, and just flew.

***

Sometime later, he landed on the balcony of the apartment and stared into it. He would move, and find a new place. He could not stay here.

He groaned and launched into the sky again, flying high and away.

Later.

Later, he would deal with reality. Now? Now he would fly.

Once again he was crying as he soared, and this time, he just let them fall.