In His Shoes [Open]

He sat on a fallen log, the wood still firm and not rotten yet. His blue eyes looking out at the calm lake that rested before him, he himself being on the shore just sitting and relaxing.

He had to get away from the "normal" lulls of life, he had to escape from the crime fighting, and finally he had to escape from himself. He had been way to focused on stopping crime and that part of himself was taking over, drowning out the other half who wanted to know who exactly he actually was. The more he thought of it the more h realized he only saw darkness when thinking about his history, he could think back to right before he went under for the surgery for his altered bone structure. He didn't eve have a past anymore and it made him wonder who he was, was he a criminal? Maybe he was like one of the other mutants that he found locked in the cages, just an unlucky fool, but for now he wasn't sure who he was but he knew if he was evil before it was gone now.

Cracking his neck he stood up from the log and exhaled as if trying to expel these thoughts from him through the act of breathing, "I need to get a damn life and a friend or two." He said out loud since he was alone, his right foot kicking a small rock a few feet before he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and walked onward along the shore of the massive lake, hoping any one at all would appear.

Matthew stood upon the building and looked down, fists tightening and then turning around, looking up at the sky as the light of the sun traveled across the sun, thanking god when the clouds covered the sun so he could actually get shade..

Matthew closed his eyes and sighed and let his trenchcoat fall off his shoulders and slam to the ground, he sat upon the building and looked about. Remembering when he had woken up in that metal box going out in the sea. He was tired, hungry, sweaty, and confused. It looked and felt as if he had been dead for 6 months, though he was gone for about a year, in some kind of hibernation.

He was trapped by chains, and his super strength only kicked in when he had got angry that one time and snapped them like rubber, Matthew stood in the box for a minute and finally busted out, and that was when he looked about, and after a while he found out he could fly.. again.

He flew for several days, and didn't sleep. He had got enough of that. He flew toward the land, and now he was in Japan. He looked like a crazy man. He had messed up hair, a beard, and he continuously yelled. "WHERE AM I?! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" After several hours a nice lady from America had taken him into that of her house she rented, and took care of him.

After a few days the woman Jane, left for work. When he went to put clothing on he found that of a box on the table having his identity and American money.

Matthew left a good-bye note and flew off to America, and from then he began to fight crime.

Matthew himself didn't know that this was not his real identity, he simply began to fight crime because he felt that is how he should use his amazing abilities.

Matt flew off through the air, and landed somewhere near the lonely man on the log, and washed his face in the river, looking up and letting his blue eyes have more light from the sun.