Spectral and Poltergeist

When Jessamine Lord, married David King, shockwaves were sent throughout the metahuman community. David was the son of the sensational Dr Lux, (aka Lucas King) and the taciturn Legion (aka Leslie King). Everyone, from the fans of the heroes to their nemeses, expected David to follow in his parents footsteps, perhaps even join the, once he manifested. But his parents wanted to spare him that life, and their enemies were afraid of what might happen, were he to manifest, and he enjoyed a certain amount of popularity among his peers, due to his parents. All this came together to give him a very sheltered, normal existence. So when he grew up, he married his highschool sweetheart, Jessamine Lord. She was an orphan, and the unknown and unwitting daughter of the nefarious Death and Famine, two members of the infamous team of supervillains known as the Horsemen, four of David's parents greatest adversaries.

They had careers, bought a house in the country. Did everything a normal couple does. Including raising children. Jessamine gave birth to identical twins, a pair of boys she named Castor and Pollux. They grew normally, went to school, made friends, and were closer than any two separate beings had any right to be. Pollux had nightmares, dreams in which he saw the dead, and dying. Castor was quiet, withdrawn, always in his brother's shadow. But despite there strangenesses, their lives were normal. Until one day, after coming home from their first day of junior high, they found a stranger in their quiet suburban home.

He was Armory, War's protégé. War and Death had had a falling out, and War had trained Armory to hunt down Death's child and kill her. He found her house and when her children came home, he tried to kill them. He manifested his massive, razor-edged sword, and cut Castor in two. The shock of losing his brother drove Pollux into a rage, and he attacked his brother's killer. As he did, all the objects in his house started swirling around him, like they were caught up in a tornado, and, in the confusion of his manifestation, he killed Armory.
Jessamine King came home to find her house in shambles, Pollux clutching his brother's torso, fast asleep, tears on his face, and Armory's body nearby. On waking her son up, he told her about the dream he'd been having. All he could remember was he had been standing next to his brother in a very dark place, with voices whispering all around them.

After that, nothing was the same. Pollux grew sickly. He ate enough for two people, but it never seemed to be enough. No doctor could find the cause, and even Metahuman assistance, provided through David's parents, was useless. In grief over their loss, and their son's condition, David turned to drink. He and Jessamine began to fight, to grow apart. They divorced, and it was ruled Pollux would stay with David's parents, both for protection, and to train his emerging abilities.
He had a strong telekinetic ability, which he quickly mastered, and a strange clairvoyant ability. It was as though he had voices whispering in his ear, telling him things he had no way of knowing. He finished high school at age sixteen. However, he had never healed from his brother's death. He would go to cemeteries, morgues, haunted houses, sometimes even spending the night there. He took to insisting his brother was alive, that he had been all along. One day, he came down to breakfast with a strange boy in tow. He claimed he was Castor, and explained what had happened.

When Armory invaded their home, Castor lost his body, appearing to die. However, the pain of his "death" caused him to manifest a strong telekinetic and psychic ability. His mind was unseated from his body, and took up refuge in his brother's. He appeared to his brother, in dreams at first, and his powers grew stronger until, after years, he could talk to Pollux in waking life, and finally manifest in a psychokinetic form.

They finished training together and vowed to fight crime, the sort of crimes that separate loved ones. Pollux took the name Poltergeist, and Castor took the name Spectral, and together they joined a growing alliance of superheroes: The Infinite Coalition.

By Myself, No One Else

Pacing the space from my door to my bed,
Rambling thoughts all around in my head,
"If I were to die, who'd care I was dead?"
Pacing the space from my door to my bed

Sitting alone in the dark, in my room,
Stare at my phone by the light of the moon
Wishing that someone would rescue me soon
Sitting alone in the dark, in my room

Trying to block all the thoughts and the fears,
All of the times that I'd waste all my tears,
All the embarrassments, over the years,
Trying to block all the thoughts and the fears

Walk by myself down a dark empty street,
The ache in my ankles, the pain in my feet,
Need to blow off some steam, take a pointless retreat
So I walk by myself down a dark empty street

Wishing for love when I'm all by myself,
Wishing for money, wishing for wealth,
Wishing for happiness, wisdom and health,
But I open my eyes and I'm still no one else

Revelations

I feel like i'm 15 again: just waking up and pissed off at the world. Confused, unsure, and alone. Earlier today, I had a conversation that ripped away all my illusions about the world, and i felt the Truth with more clarity than I've had for a long time; I've spent the intervening years building up a comforting nest of lies. I've been trying to shield myself from the fact that I don't have any answers and I'm not getting any,  and I hate myself for it. I hate myself for being fat, ugly, slow (mentally and physically), selfish, bigoted, lonely, unwanted, the list goes on. And no matter how much any of these things have changed, part of me has never healed. I never gave it a chance; I didn't know how. I turned to escapism, books, videogames, the Internet. When that wasn't enough, I turned to sex, then partying, then drugs and booze. I lost sight of my face of Deity, and thought myself wise. I thought I had grown, become mature, become powerful, but in reality I became weak, a fool. Tonight, Deity spoke to me again, through the words of a drunken stranger. And I heard this: I don't need to travel, to run away. I need to turn, to stand my ground. To face it head on and say "This is who I am, This is who I'll be." I've always wanted a fight? To struggle against impossible odds? Well, I've got the fight of ny life in front of me, the fight FOR my life, and the odds are looking pretty steep. I'm going to do this on my own, but not alone. I know i'll have friends and family with me. To my beloved sisters, especially, whatever else you decide, please, stay with me. I know we can change, we can grow, we can face this, if we stick together. Maybe, we can even help, not just ourselves, but also those around us. Look, I know what he said, but I know one other thing as well: together we stand, divided we fall

It's time to stand.

Freedom vs Population Pseudo-rant

so, i was pondering freedom, as i am wont to do, and in my pondering i came across a question. Namely, How does freedom of expression change as population changes? Sexual and gender expression, specifically, but i suppose the question could apply to religious, artistic, etc. but assume I mean freedom of sexual and gender expression from here on. I came up with two hypotheses to answer this question
the first hypothesis i came up with was: freedom of expression grows inversely to population, until population reaches a certain point. At this point, freedom of expression sharply increases.
the reasons i have for forming this hypothesis is that in very small populations it's easier to convince the majority to accept "non-standard" forms of expression, or failing that, to leave. but as population increases,  societal pressures increase, causing "non-standard" types of expression to become less and less accepted, until the population grows enough to support the formation of subcultures, at which point acceptance sharply increases, for various reasons.
However as i continued thinking, i realized this didn't take into account survival pressures, and the strength of human pack mentality. So, taking these into account i formed a new hypothesis: That freedom of expression grows slowly until population reaches a certain point, the sharply increases thereafter, possibly in an exponential growth pattern of some kind.
As i continued to ponder the question I came to the conclusion that this was a complex, multidimensional question, with many interlocking variables. I fully expect both of these hypotheses to be dead wrong. However i can't think of a way I might prove or disprove these hypotheses, therefore hypothesis they stay until i can. Perhaps statistical analysis?

Regardless, i just wanted to get this out of my head, and share it with someone and posting this here allowed me to kill two birds with one stone.