James knew that becoming a superhero would change his life—he just thought it would change for the better.

He didn't know that being a superhero meant never seeing the woman he loved again. He never realized he would feel powerless as super-powered psychotics trashed the city, always one step ahead of him. He never once imagined that he would spend many a sleepless night mourning all those poor souls he couldn't save.

Then again, James wasn't your typical superhero. They kidnapped him, drugged him, took away his name and his past, and then controlled when he could soar into action. He could lift buildings, withstand a hailstorm of bullets and could soar into the deepest recesses of space, all without suffering a scratch.

Why, then, did he feel so powerless?