The Subconscious Memories...

When J'onn awoke, he found himself in a suburban house, by the look of things. it had a warm, welcoming, down-to-earth feel to it. And there was a woman, sitting on a couch in the living room and reading a book. She had brown curly hair, like your straight hair. She sported a simple blouse and light-brown jeans, and was barefoot. Suddenly, there was a noise coming from upstairs.

"Kids," said the woman. "How many times do I have to tell you to play nice?" It was at that moment that two children, a little boy with straight brown hair was chasing a little girl with curly black hair that looked the same age, came running down the stairs.

"Mama!" cried the girl, jumping into her lap and holding onto her. "George is making fun of me!"

"Am not!" the boy argued. "We were just playing!" The Martian was starting to understand that this memory of yours was out of reach from you when you became Shadow.

"George Sandler!" his mother scolded. "Lower your voice. Apologize to your sister." The girl's name was Mary, and Andrea was your mother, as J'onn was learning. Younger you groaned softly, but you looked up at your sister. With a mixed look of frustration and... guilt.

"I'm sorry, Mary." And when Andrea put her daughter down, Mary and you looked at each other, she wiped her tears away and folded her arms. She wouldn't look at you again, being cranky.

"Try again, George," your mother encouraged. "Try to show that you mean how sorry you are." You look at Mary, feeling bad for making her so upset with you. As Martian tapped back into your memory, the reason she was crying was that when you played a board game, you were playfully moving your game piece up Mary's arm instead of the board. You both got into an argument, and you called her a spoilsport and huffed with crossed arms.

But J'onn could feel that you wouldn't hurt your sister on purpose... You loved her, and you showed it by hugging her. Even though she had her arms folded still. But after a minute, Mary felt your caring nature, frowning and slowly wrapped her arms around you, too.

The memory ended with the both of you in each other's embrace, truly showing love to each other in your arms.

...

The next memory taking shape was of Halloween, you dressing up like a ninja, and Mary was a little fairy. You both had your trick-or-treat bags, and you were eager for some candy. "Come on, mama! Trick or treat!"

"All right, all right, George," said their mother as she and a man that J'onn figured was your father. He had short, straight black hair and a happy smile.

"Listen to your mother, young man," he advised. Younger you said, 'Yes, papa' and you hooked arms with your sister. Dear old dad took a photo of you both, giving happy smiles at him.

...

The memory seemed to fast-forward to when the whole family went out, with both your bag and your sister's were full, near to the brim. You decided to take a shortcut through the alley next to a laundromat, but two thugs appeared out of hiding... One had a gun and the other had a crowbar. "Hand over your valuables, folks."

"No funny stuff." To your younger self, they looked like monsters as your father got you and Mary behind him. He told Andrea to take the kids and run, but when Peter, the father ran at them to defend his family, he got shot!

"No..." J'onn gasped.

"Peter!" his wife shrieked, and Mary cried, 'Daddy!' At that moment, the thugs knocked your mother down, and took both her and Mary to use and **** them. Despite being little, you ran at them and tried hurting them by pounding and kicking on one of them. But they just shooed you away.

J'onn was disgusted by how callously they **** mother and daughter together, but despite it all... Andrea tried to stay calm for her children, assuring little Mary that everything would be ok. The sinful dicks of those evil men kept on plowing into them, and Mary just kept on crying from being violated. What was worse was that people just walked by, thinking that it was consensual. Disgusting to do near public areas, but they didn't consider it as **** because one thug covered Mary's mouth to prevent her from calling for help...

And everyone just ignored you...

Younger you saw the gun that its holder dropped, right next to the bleeding corpse of your father... He put up a valiant front, but paid the price teaching you never to give up. So you picked up the gun while the thugs were busy having their way with the 'sluts,' as one called them. You held it with both hands, right after looking over the gun and figuring what the curvy trigger did.

Then you acted like those cowboys on television, acting all tough. "Let 'em go!" you managed to call out. That got the attention of all four people.

"George!" your mother yelled. "Put that down! You'll hurt yourself." The thugs held the girls in place, growling at him nervously.

"I'd listen to her, squirt. You wouldn't want to lose mommy and sister like you did daddy, right?"

"**** is never the answer, Shadow," J'onn advised. Though it was for naught, since little you couldn't hear his words of wisdom.

But you were... persistent. "I. Said. Let 'em go!" At that exact moment, there was a loud bang! Everything went white again.