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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Unexpeted Meetings (Powergirl)
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 14, 2012 17:13:38 GMT -5
Finding Superman was certainly proving to be a tedious, frustrating and annoying. It would perhaps be easier if Superman didn't have to protect the world and was only beholden to Metropolis. But even them Metropolis is still a huge city and there's always something going on somewhere. He had certainly learned that since his escape from the Cadmus Cloning Facility. He hadn't learned much other than that though. In fact, he was quiet naive. It wasn't completely dark yet, but it was getting there and there was a cool breeze in the air. The street lamps had recently come back on for the nightly goings of the city and if Superboy dared to say he was more than fed up with the lack of Supermen in his life and he wanted to find the man he was cloned off of as quickly as possible because he is an incredibly impatient person.
So there he finds himself with three street lamps under one arm as any bystanders with brains were as far away as possible and those gutsier ones found themselves across the street or a block away with their camera phones and what not out ready for filming and pictures. But that didn't stop Superboy. It didn't even faze him. Thought he fact he didn't understand what he was doing was wrong probably helped with that. He ripped another broken street lamp out of the ground and put it under his arm with the others. He had a plan to spell out Superman with them so that the famed man of steel would finally stop prancing around the playing hero and take a moment to realize he had a sixteen year old clone running around Metropolis with no where to go.
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You should get a girlfriend.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 14, 2012 18:09:22 GMT -5
"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?"Powergirl is floating about 35 feet in the air looking disgruntled and annoyed. She would've preferred to not show herself as Powergirl in this city, it would be just a little to noticable that she was in Metropolis on business as Karen Starr and magically, Powergirl was also there, but she can't just simply avoid it, Being a super hero is kind of an on-call job. Then again, as Powergirl she travels the world and helps out any where Nicco dispatches her to, so it'll still be a stretch, didn't stop her from being a bit nagged by it though. She had been in the crowd near by when Superboy had started his destruction. She quickly Changed into her Powergirl outfit and flew down onto the scene. She didn't look happy, in fact, she looked pissed. Like big sister is going to hurt you pissed, like you just invoked the wrath of the angry momma pissed. "I'm gonna give you to the count of three to put those down and come with me to the police station so you can turn yourself in and maybe get community service to make up for your misdeeds, or I'll start talking with my fists instead."
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 14, 2012 18:35:17 GMT -5
At first Superboy didn't quiet take in the question from above being preoccupied with his objective, but he slipped back into reality for a moment as he realized he was being talked to. Turning around with his various broken lamp posts under one arm, Superboy looked up a clear annoyance and slight anger shown on his face from being disturbed from his mission. He looked up at the obviously pissed hero, though not taking in that she was even angry. He was possibly the most naive person alive being so young despite what he might appear. He hadn't seen the hero above him before and he knew this was Superman territory. Great, Superboy thought to himself now Superman doesn't even have the decency to show up himself and now I have this problem. "Extreme arts and crafts," Superboy answered stoically. He wasn't even being sarcastic. He wasn't trying to be funny. He didn't know what those things were. He didn't understand any of the things about emotions or social or moral adequacy. His obvious annoyance and anger to what Powergirl said next grew to new scale as he narrowed his blue kryptonian eyes. A glare worthy of heat vision. Poor kryptonian eyes. So heatless and normal. Superboy hated it. He couldn't fly, he couldn't burn people with a stare, it was down right emasculating. First they have the audacity to create him and then they even do a half-ass job doing so. It got under his skin every time he glared and nothing came out. "I have no idea what 'misdeeds' you're talking about," Superboy said as he ripped out yet another already broken street lamp and put it under his arm with the others, "But I'm not a child and I hate being told what to do and you aren't the only one who can talk with their fists," he said turning to her with a glare before he became little more than a blur to the normal human eye. But she'd be able to see him. That was given. It was part of the kyrptonian package. Unfortunately with him went another five street lamps. He stopped in an open park as he dropped the street lamps and picked one up as he began to bend it. He figured he probably was too fast for the flying super heroine. He didn't know she was kryptonian after all. But he would probably find out soon enough.
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You should get a girlfriend.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 14, 2012 19:49:16 GMT -5
Karen was not expecting him to be fast and strong, those two rarely came together in one package, in fact, she couldn't think of any one off the top of her head who was both fast and strong, except people she was related to. Still it garnished as sigh when he defiantly ran off, she watched him, didn't matter what he ran behind or how far he ran. She could still follow him with her eyes, and she did. And in an instant, she was upon him again. This time, eye level. Or rather, ground level. She's a good five inches taller than he is without her wedge heels, which she is wearing right now. Her Powergirl costume, like most female heroes, had heels, but they were edged and thus far more practical. She still doesn't understand how Batgirl and the like fight crime in such ridiculous foot wear. Either way, with them on, she is a towering 6'3" and stands a full eight inches taller than Conner.
"You're pretty quick. But I'm quicker, and Stronger. So this is number two. if I get to three, things get messy. Turn yourself in. Your abilities are a gift, and you could at least have the decency to use them for something constructive. You're destroying public property and committing acts of terrorism. The first can be paid off with community service, and if you're good, I'll put a good word in with the judge to get the charges for the latter dropped. So pony up buck-o, you're caught, game over.
Karen's voice is strict, she's a woman with power, not just physical raw powers, not her kryptonian heritage, but her will, her charisma. She sounds like a leader, she speaks like a teacher. She isn't recklessly chewing Conner out, she's instructing him, teaching him. Her intentions aren't to start a fight, or beat him down, this isn't an ego contest. Karen is a real hero, and she means to do more than just stop this troubled youth, she means to save him.
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 14, 2012 20:27:16 GMT -5
Although Superboy was surprised to see the women had kept up with him and was standing in front of his towering above him with physical prowess. The women had a physical prowess and was rather tall towering at six foot three compared to him standing at a simply muscled and stoic five foot seven. But Superboy was possibly the most bullheaded kryptonian ever due to his severe case of being totally naive to the entire world around him. He wasn't intimidated. He was a clone of Superman. THE Superman. The man of steel. Who could stand up to his clone? Superboy glared up at the women. He couldn't tell the difference between her trying to guide him and help him or trying to stand in his way of finding Superman to her hounding him. To him there was no distinction. He didn't process it like that. He only saw a barrier between him and his goals.
As she talked, Superboy placed a fully shaped 'S' on the ground that he had created from one of the street lamps. As he partially listened to her words and they angered him he continued to shape the next into a 'U' and threw it next to the giant S. He was blatantly disregarding her words and continuing his work. In his mind she was a fly pestering him. she might've been strong and she might've stood at a towering six foot three, but Superboy himself was ripped beyond belief. He had the kryptonian body which as usually meant he had physically perfect and flawless body structure. He was muscled and his black t-shirt tighten against his physical form as it was tucked into his faded jeans held up by a belt and the end of the legs were cuffed around his combat boots. A red version of Superman's House of El kryptonian symbol was emblazoned in red on the front of his shirt. It was his only outfit.
"My abilities aren't a gift," Superboy snapped back as he placed a newly formed 'P' with the other letters, "And I still have no idea what you're talking about." His voice was getting angrier as he was more and more fed up with the women. His anger and rage was boiling. It had been for as logn as he could remember which meant his entire life. But she was testing his capacity and his patience was thinning. It was already practically invisible. "I also have no idea what pony up means. The closest definition I have is to mount a small horse and that doesn't fit the context of this situation," he said as if a computer having a malfunction as he formed an 'E' with another street light.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 14, 2012 22:05:40 GMT -5
| Karen had honestly thought the S on his chest was just a shirt he had picked up at wal-mart or something. It didn't occur to him that the boy might be related to her, though he did look vaguely familiar, like a younger Clark, but since Karen has only ever seen pictures of him when he was young, in her mind, that isn't the same face.
She doesn't bother saying three, it would be redundant. As he continues his little graffiti, she listens until he's finished talking. She hoped he might say something remotely intelligent, but instead, he goes in completely the opposite direction and says entirely dumb things.
"Time to knock some sense into you then!"
Then she falls into a blur of motion that kicks up dust and fallen leaves in the wake of her violent motions. She is careful, she isn't going to put her full strength into the first punch, this kid isn't a robot. She can hear a heart beat and fully functioning circulatory system, she knows he's a living being and she doesn't want to accidentally turn him into a blood splatter.
With one hand, she throws a punch at Superboy not even using ten percent of her full strength, closer to one, really. It was still enough to throw a tank and would hopefully be enough to knock some sense into this kid. |
If her punch connects with his face, she'll aggressively fall into it, advancing as he falls back. In her advance, she'll reach for his arm or leg to keep him from getting to far away from her and continue throwing punches. As she progressively learns how much he can take, she increases her strength with absolutely precise muscle control. Karen isn't as gentle or forgiving as Clark, but she does aspire to be like him, even if she dislikes admitting it. Unfortunately for Conner, Powergirl is a real pure blood Kryptonian, and is thus, most likely much stronger than he is.
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 15, 2012 8:02:42 GMT -5
Superboy watched as Powergirl made numerous fast paced moves that no normal person could possibly see, but Superboy was far from normal. He was Superman's clone. A living weapon. A human-kryptonian hybrid. Superboy caught the punch before it hit his face as he gritted his teeth with anger, frustration and annoyance. She was becoming more of a pest and he wanted to find Superman not swat a fly.
"I don't like being told what to do," Superboy growled through gritted teeth, "And I don't like people getting in my way!" Superboy lifted his knee fast in an attempt to knee his opponent in the stomach. Superboy unfortunately didn't know how to restrain his strength. It wasn't something he was taught. If he tried to open a door he accidentally ripped it off it's hinges. If he punched someone it was almost always full strength.
Superboy was more than fed up with this superhero. He only wanted Superman. All the anger he'd been feeling, all the doubt, everything was boiling now and Powergirl was the unfortunate candidate for him to take it out on. Then again, Superboy really didn't know what he was getting himself into. He was in essence a toddler or a baby when you really thought about it. He hadn't been alive very long and he'd escaped Cadmus and began his life not very long ago.
The whole time Superboy stared down the taller super heroine with his steely glare. The anger could be seen in his eyes. He was pissed. He was annoyed. It wasn't just what Powergirl was doing, it was everything that had happened in his life. All his pain, all his doubts, everything was channeled into his barely controlled rage and the cap was quickly falling off. Superboy utterly despised being told what to do. The people who created him tried to tell him what to do. They kept him inside a pod and poked and prodded him as they examined their master piece. They wanted him to destroy Superman. They wanted him to be a bad guy. But that's not what Superboy wanted.
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You should get a girlfriend.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 15, 2012 12:14:07 GMT -5
The more she fought with Superboy the more she realized how strong he was. Slowly she ramped up her own strength, letting more and more of it come to the surface. Kryptonians are quite the well of infinite strength after all, ever rising to the occasion. It isn't long before Powergirl simply over powers Conner. She moves faster and hits harder. They've traded enough blows and she has weathered every one, though she did yelp and growl girlishly at a few cheap shots he got in on her.
Eventually she gets Superboy in a hold. Both her arms wrapped around his arms and chest with her fingers locked. Floating in the air, he could probably kick her legs, but she's holding him so tightly it's probably difficult for him to breath, there is no way he'll break out of this hold. Powergirl is simply to strong.
"Now just calm down, I'm not letting you go until you calm it down! What are you even trying to do here, bucko?"
She realizes in retrospect, asking that question first rather than resorting to violence would've been better, but Karen has her own ego problems, they're not as big as Superboy's, but it did annoy her that she'd given him three chances to settle down and he'd just flat out ignored her ever time.
Her outfit is scuffed in a few places with dirt and various other evidence from the fight, she'd done her best to keep any additional collateral damage from occurring by making sure the fight stayed within arms length. She dislikes breaking into fights with super strong people and every other haymaker resulting in a crushed building or ruined street. As a result she's modified her fighting style in recent years to prevent as much collateral damage as she can. Every time she unleashes a high powered punch, she catches the person she's hitting before they can fly into a building and attempts to redirect her trajectory when she herself is punched so she isn't leaving craters and deep ruts in the street and so on. Sometimes it's unavoidable though.
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 15, 2012 12:53:29 GMT -5
The fight ensued between the two kryptonians. But Superboy was doomed from the start. He was younger, she was older. She was faster, stronger, smarter and more experienced. He was inexperienced, slower, weaker and extremely naive. His anger fueled his fighting and relied on his strength and his speed too much. His anger caused him to be incredibly sloppy in the fight. He made mistakes, left himself open and he was simply not on Powergirl's level yet. But something in Superboy, perhaps that kryptonian side of him enjoyed the fight a bit. Other than being weaker and not as good and all of that other stuff. But being able to finally test his skills? He had to admit he'd been waiting too long to be able to do that. That didn't mean she wasn't angering him though. She was still doing that.
Now he had gotten himself in a mess though. He couldn't fly yet and the only thing keeping him suspended in the air was the hold he was caught in. He was in her territory now. She had the upper hand, especially in the air. It angered him even more. It was a reminder of what he was not. A reminder that unlike Superman he couldn't fly yet. He couldn't shoot heat from his eyes. He wasn't as strong or fast. It was degrading. But his anger didn't stop him from realizing the obvious powers of his opponent he had seen. The only power set he could think of with those powers was a kryptonian.
"I'm trying to summon Superman," Superboy gnarled through gritted teeth. He was weathered like his opponent, but he wasn't bleeding. Bleeding was an extremely rare occasion for any kryptonian. It happened so few times under a yellow sun and only happened when fighting an opponent like Doomsday. Nevertheless the damage could be seen. He could still stand a lot more, but he would lose this fight regardless. His clothing was torn and withered in places. Dirty and scuffed, it was visible that the fight was taking it's toll, especially on his shirt.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 15, 2012 13:25:08 GMT -5
In powergirls mind the fight was over, she is crushing him with enough force to turn a handful of coal into a diamond. He isn't going any where. She realizes he's a much bigger threat than she initially estimated. She'd need to give him more of her attention, simply asking him to behave and sending him on his way wouldn't cut it. This kid is seriously troubled and without the right guidance he will do things that everybody will regret.
"What business do you have with the man of Steel? I'm his cousin, Powergirl."
She got that he might not have recognized her, who ever he is. There was a recent universe merger that sort of turned everything upside down. Maybe he's from that other dimension that merged with hers. Maybe he's here to hurt superman, which is even more reason for Karen to intervene. Clark has enough on his plate, he doesn't need to deal with adolescent troubled youth. Of course, he would. He'd do exactly what Karen is trying to do and he'd do a better job of it.
She continues to hold Superboy from behind, her overly large breasts smashed against his back, Superboy's arms constricted against his own chest by Powergirl's powerful arms. She is calm and collected though, as she speaks. She isn't threatening or antagonizing. If anything, she is still friendly, if not a little business-like.
Around them a small crowd is forming, of course they're a good ways off, they don't want to get to close to this titanic tuffle, but there's a camera crew, a news reporter, about two dozen innocent bystanders here and there and a bunch of cops.
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 15, 2012 14:06:36 GMT -5
Powergirl certainly was right. Should Superboy be left to his own devices. To live on the street without intervention and spend his nights and days looking for Superman like some illegitimate child or be shunned by the man of steel himself, it couldn't turn out good for him. It couldn't turn out good for Superman. In fact Superman would most likely be marking his future worst enemy if he did so. The anger, doubt, insecurity and frustration would manifest until it couldn't grow. It wouldn't turn out good for anyone. It couldn't. Superman would gain a powerful foe, Superboy would live a life of pain and suffering and the people of the world would most likely live in constant fear of the clone of Superman whom has no qualms with hurting or killing someone. Of course Superboy wasn't like that. Not yet. But it was possible without the right guidance. It was similar to a bear trap or a bomb, you had to be careful defusing it or disarming it as if you made a mistake, it could go so wrong in so many different and terrible ways. "I suppose that makes us kin then," Superboy said angrily and stoically not letting fear or surprise escape his mouth even though he didn't feel either, "I am his clone, that's my business with him." It was in his voice that he either honestly believed that and he was wrong or he was telling the truth. He certainly wasn't lying. Superboy wouldn't understand sarcasm or know what it was. He didn't understand lying much in the same way he didn't understand the point of wearing a mask or feeling the need to wear ridiculous costumes with tights while fighting crime. Superboy looked down at the gathering crowd with the many civilians and the camera crews. He didn't understand the humans curiosity. Stuff like this had to happen every day with Superman around. Or so Superboy suspected. Of course neither of them was Superman and the man of steel was nowhere to be seen so the super powered fighters weren't exactly what they were used to. Still, Superboy was completely baffled by the world around him. The way people acted, like when that Amber girl followed him or when that man bumped into him while walking and started getting all mad at him. He didn't understand emotions, even his own. It was all so frustrating and it made him furious. It fueled him.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 15, 2012 14:38:53 GMT -5
Powergirl noticed the gathering crowd and decided it was time to take this party some where else. She sails high into the sky and flies directly east, straight into the rocky mountains to an area she knows is unpopulated due to extreme temperatures. Soon Superboy will find himself surrounded by frozen winds and snow covered trees, nothing but mountain lions, wild bears, squirrels and birds to accidentally hurt should another fight break out.
When Powergirl lands, she lets go of Superboy Harshly, but she doesn't throw him or shove him, she spins around and floats back up into the air, then spins back around to face him.
"What do you mean you're a clone? Where did you come from? What is your name?"
She hoped he was smart enough to realize he couldn't out run her or get away from her and he obviously can't beat her in a fight, so talking was the only solution. If not, Karen will feel much less guilty about whooping his ass across the better half of this mountain range. With no buildings to destroy or people to hurt, she'll definitely be much less conservative about showing him just how strong she is.
She was starting to see why this boy was so angry, he's probably feeling very alone. A feeling Karen herself is all to familiar with. Not that she'd been harsh in her words thus far, but she speaks with less bite, more compassion, lets command. She's genuinely curious and wants to help.
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 15, 2012 15:53:22 GMT -5
Superboy watched as the crowd of bystanders and camera crews disappeared as he soared through the air held by Powergirl. Superboy had been wanting to fly ever since he had escaped. He had been rigorously trying to fly as well. But it was to no avail. And he liked flying. He loved it. And that made him angrier that he couldn't do it himself. That he needed Powergirl the sentient training wheels to fly him instead. It was emasculating.
Superboy looked around him examining his new surroundings as Powergirl released him harshly. There was snow covering the ground and trees. It was everywhere. From his knowledge that was implanted in him Superboy knew it was supposed to be cold. But he didn't feel anything. He was kryptonian after all. Still it was beautiful. He liked the snow. Superboy bent down sticking his left hand into the snow and stayed in his catchers position with the snow in his hand as he examined while Powergirl began to talk.
Superboy snarled a bit at the word clone, but he didn't go on after that. He figured she didn't mean anything by it. He just hated being a clone. Despised it. "I came from a test tube in Cadmus Cloning Facility," Superboy said the hatred of the place in his voice as he spoke it, "Name? Superboy, CNR, Cognitional Neuroplastic Replicant, Project Kr." Superboy didn't have a name like normal people. He wasn't even sure he one hundred percent wanted one. He just felt so different. But something about a name . . . something all your own. An actual identity, not just Superman's clone, spoke to Superboy. He wanted to be someone. He didn't want to be just a clone or a burden or a problem or anything else. He wanted to have an identity.
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Post by Karen "Powergirl" Starr on Nov 15, 2012 22:14:33 GMT -5
Being displaced in an unknown world was something Powergirl had gone through twice, almost 3 times now. She could tell Superboy was just lost and confused and frustrated, as he spoke and explained what he was and where he came from, she slowly floated down near him. When she heard the name CADMUS it annoyed her, but she wouldn't let that emotion show, instead she just smiled sympathetically.
"Alright. Well if that is the case, let me tell you that you're safe now, and everything is going to be alright. I know you have a lot of questions and are probably very frustrated with life right now, but it will get better. And I know me saying that doesn't really help, but it's still true."
She wasn't sure if she could trust this kid, anything that came out of cadmus was likely to be a trap, but she knew if she displayed any sort of distrust and was wrong, then it would crush him and that would be unacceptable. She had to use extreme caution, situations like these were very delicate. There's a long list of objectives building in the back of her mind that needed to be met. He needed a name, an identity, a drivers license, a formal education a care giver, there is no telling how much he knows or doesn't know. He could have the mind of a five year old in the body of a 16 year old. There was something nagging in Karen's mind though, something more important than any of that.
"I want to tell you something though, before we go any where else. You are your own person, who ever you decide to be, will be who you are. We're going to get you a name and a home. It doesn't matter where you came from, you understand what I mean? It only matters where you are now, and where you are going."
Karen had been through identity crisis and she couldn't imagine a more prime candidate for such a thing than a clone with an immature mind in a mature body with powers that he might not understand in a world he definitely doesn't understand with zero context to tie it all together.
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Nov 15, 2012 23:58:15 GMT -5
Powergirl was right. The words, her saying them, it didn't really help even if they were true. It didn't stop the pain. It didn't change what he was. It didn't change everything that had happened. It didn't give him some weird epiphany in which he finally understood life and what it was about or suddenly get a handle on his emotions and be able to detect others emotions. No. They were words, nothing more.
It did help a bit that he knew he had made some progress though. He had been searching for so long. It made him feel not quiet as useless as he had been feeling lately. And having someone tell him it was okay or going to be okay helped a bit. Even if it didn't change anything much. At least there was someone instead of him alone wandering the streets staring into the air for any glimpse of a red and blue blur in the sky.
A name. A home. An identity. The words just seemed so foreign to him. He had dreamed of those things. But they always seemed so distant. Like nothing more than a dream. But now he was closer than ever. Having her say it didn't matter where he came from . . . it almost made him feel better. But he didn't understand what he was feeling because of it and that angered him. "Where I came from . . . a test tube. I'm a freak. I'm supposed to be kyrptonian? I can't even fly. A couldn't shoot heat out of my eyes if my life depended on it. If they were going to have the audacity to create me," Superboy said as he stood up, "The most they could've done was give me a name, directions to Superman and not do a half-ass job in my DNA construction."
Any normal person would've thanked Powergirl. But he wasn't a normal person. And it wasn't just because he was a kryptonian with a harder head than his own skin. He didn't understand forgiveness or thanking or apologizing or guilt or any of the other things. He felt them but he didn't understand what those feelings meant. He was socially inept. He didn't know how to properly act. He wasn't stupid. He had a normal education in his head as far as history or math or science went, but his creators didn't see the need for their weapon to know how to say sorry or thank you or know what ice cream was. After all, he was meant to be a controlled, living weapon, not a teenage boy. And had he not escaped he would've became a droned, mind controlled living weapon.
"As for where I'm going, I don't have the slightest clue or I'd already be there," Superboy admitted.
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