[center][h1][color=1a7b30][b]G R E E N  L A N T E R N[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[color=39b54a]Shout my name! (Part 2)[/color]
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[b]Now[/b]:

Scott Mason felt like he was swimming in some sort of intense black void, it felt overbearing, more than that though, it was cold. If he gave in for just a second it would rush in all around, swallowing him, and he would be gone. Yet he it would also relieve him from this pressure, this incredible intensity, and he was so very tired. For some reason he knew that. Would that be so bad?

[color=8dc73f]"Wait."[/color] A voice called to him.

'Ok.' For some reason he couldn't hear his own voice, but he knew he at least said that. What was that voice anyways? He was still cold, insanely cold now. [i]Geez, why didn't anybody close the door?[/i] Then he remembered something, wasn't he hurt recently? Besides today, he remembered another incident from months ago.

He was riding a train out of Coast City when something happened to the tracks, whatever happened also caused the metal on his side of the train to warp, it bent into his leg, breaking it. He remembered it happening so fast, he blinked and suddenly he was pinned. It was actually quite freaky to see all the blood and bone, but he didn't scream; doctors later told him it was shock and adrenaline. 

Scott remembered the next part almost perfectly. A giant green hand pried off the metal that was pinning him. Scott tried to stand immediately and nearly tore his leg off. Thankfully, that hero stopped him from making any stupider mistakes, and offered to fly him to a hospital. But simply being saved like some damsel in distress isn't what ignited his respect for Green lantern. In his strange state of shock, he asked if he could be taken in a jet, instead of a ball, and the hero did it. The sphere changed into a slick F-16 right around him, and he rode all the way up to the hospital front doors like that.

'Oh, that was so sick!'

Scott thought, well in hindsight it might have been pretty embarrassing, but he was younger. Upon further reflection he decided it was still a good memory, and he noticed it was starting to get warmer.

[color=8dc73f]"Awaken, human."[/color]

Scott gasped, his body automatically attempted to breathe as deep as it could, his head pounded, at the same time his mind felt clouded and muddy. He could hardly think, he didn't even know where he was. Finding it hard to breathe, he brushed his hands across his face, just barely rubbing off some kind of plastic mask.

As he swiped his hands in front of his face, he discovered his skin had paled, and he had grown slightly slimmer. Completely forgetting about the voice from earlier, he took a moment to take in his surroundings. Sterile white walls, tan-curtained windows, a wall-mounted TV, and flowers on the table next to him. A few more seconds to catch his breath, and he attempted to sit up, struggling against a heavy sheet covering his body. Still breathing heavily, he placed a hand onto his head, to support himself, and another hand on his chest.

"What the hell is this?" His raspy voice just managed to utter, even he could barely hear it, and yet someone responded.

[color=8dc73f]"No, young human, fear not. Tis not the purgatory known as hell. Thou hast been taken to a hospital, where thou have been resting for many of thine weeks."[/color]

"W-what the.." Scott scanned the room as quick as he could, and yet he could find no other person, even the TV was off. There was a ringing he couldn't quite place, but it was making his headache even more.

[color=8dc73f]"My deepest apologies, but thou hast suffered a mortal injury, thou hast died."[/color]

"The hell? You're kidding!" Scott shouted back as defiantly as he could. "Who the hell are you anyways, how come I can't see you?" He shouted again, not out of anger, but general confusion, almost panicking. It had only been a minute since he woke up in a new place, and instead of another person, some disembodied voice had woken him up. In the back of his mind he wondered why nobody had come to check on him, what with his yelling, and his conversation with this weird voice.

[color=8dc73f]"I am known as the Starheart."[/color] The voice said again, then a small green glowing ball floated down from somewhere out of sight. [color=8dc73f]"And I need thine aid."[/color] Scott was rightly confused, now that he was starting to pay attention, and simply made a face, starring at this supposed 'Starheart'. Stuck between wondering if he was even awake, if his head was more banged up than he thought, and trying to remember his Shakespeare training.

[color=8dc73f]"Can thou understandeth me?"[/color]

"I do, but you kind of talk funny."

[color=8dc73f]"Is that so?"[/color]

"Yeah.."

[color=8dc73f]"I see.."[/color] The voice sounded weird, was it right to call it sullen? The voice itself was normally deep and authoritative, not exactly something he would have wanted to be woken up too. Why couldn't it have been a cute voice? He briefly wondered.

"W-well, what do you need my help for?"

[color=8dc73f]"I have decided to follow the last wish of an old friend."[/color] The voice replied quickly, perhaps it was grateful to get back on track. Scott noticed the ringing in his ears had never faded, and his talk with the Starheart was beginning to clear his head. He realized now that the ringing was a fire alarm, focusing his hearing, he could hear screaming.

"Wait, then you need my help to-"

[color=8dc73f]"To save the people in tis very building. I cannot fight without a partner, and I have chosen thine self."[/color] The Starheart bobbed in place as it grew closer. [color=8dc73f]"Will thou aid me?"[/color]

"If I say yes, can we save these people?"

[color=8dc73f]"Yes."[/color] The Starheart replied with a dignified resolve, and steadied itself in front of his eyes. Scott swiped his hand forward, grasping this strange light. A blinding green light exploded from in-between his fingers, engulfing the room, flooding his vision with an emerald flare that didn't seem to fade.

[color=8dc73f]"To use mine power, you must first make a medium for which to channel mine energies."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"A medium?"[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"If thou were to attempt to use mine raw power in thine current, thou would surely pass away, even with mine help. This 'medium' will be a lens with which thou may focus mine power merely using thine will, whatever thoust desires can be made."[/color]

Scott thought about it. Being a superhero used to feel like a fantasy, like some kid's dream, but if this thing was telling the truth, that dream could be real. If he could be like a hero, wouldn't he be like the one that saved him? His mind began to fashion that same image that was burned into his memories, a green ring, with a vague lantern shape in the center. He didn't know why or how he knew this, but it felt like the Starheart approved of it.

[color=8dc73f]"I believe I know what thoust is thinking of, allow me to take care of thine appearance."[/color]

Strength began to flow through his limbs again, he slid off his bed, throwing the sheet off to the side, struggling to finally come to an unsteady stand. Scott put a finger through the ring, made a fist, and finally replied. [color=39b54a]"Please do."[/color]

The blinding light faded as bright emerald bands shot out from his ring, the bands wrapped around him, taking shape into an old form the Starheart used to use. A long flowing cape with a high collar, red long-sleeves, baggy green-parachute pants, a dark colored mask, and some sort of giant belt. Scott looked himself over, stretching his arm and legs about so he could see better, pulling at the cape to examine it more, and finally shouted.

[color=39b54a]"The hell is this?" [/color]