Steelman story for
I guess you could say my life was pretty boring before my sixteenth birthday; regular family, regular friends, small town. Then, one, day, it fell apart .It all started on my sixteenth birthday, when I woke up, as usual, with a stabbing pain in my chest. As usual, my dad, a doctor assured me I was still recovering from that car wreck four years ago, when i spent my twelfth birthday at Gotham hospital. that day at Gotham City High was normal; MORE budget cuts, MORE awful teachers; all the great things about small cities. While I was walking out to my Ford 150 pickup, I heard footsteps behind me. "Hey! Jay! Wait up!" I turned, and Brady's short yet built figure was just out of the door of the school. "Hey, bro." he panted. "So, when is the sweet sixteen?" he asked. "This weekend, I hope. But my parents want me to go to some stupid Superman exhibit in Metropolis with them." He smiled, obviously trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry, it's just that it's funny; your folks act like your life depends on Superman trivia!" I climbed into the truck. He walked to the door and said; "you know, you kind of look like him." "Superman?" I looked in the rear view mirror: a giant zit on my forehead like a third eye, giant glasses that never stayed on my huge nose. but, in a way, i could see a resemblance: dark hair, a large build, stuff like that. "Well, anyway, better get home before I'm five seconds late and get grounded till collage." As i drove down the road, Gotham was alive as it could be on a week day; people shopping, young couples making out on the sidewalk, business men with dull expressions driving even duller cars. Then, suddenly, a giant man crashed from the sky, inches from my truck. "THERE you are!" he was easily seven foot, with tar colored hair and grey skin. he locked his red, pupil less eyes hungrily on me. He smashed the front of the truck. "Hey! Do you know how much that's going to cost?!" I said, which probably should have been priority right then, but I was fifteen, give me a break! Anyway, he charged me, and i just there like a dope, and he ran me through several buildings before stopping, his hands around my thought. "Why haven't you fought back, Kryptonian?" "I... I don't know what you're talking about." i managed to choke out. he stared me down, which scared me. I mean, a seven foot alien starring you down would scare anyone, but this was different. I felt like he was looking INSIDE me. Then, his hand plunged into my chest. I wanted to yell in agony, but no sound came out. My eyes watered uncontrollably, and i couldn't breathe. He ripped it out his hand and, after a moment, opened it. A bloody blue crystal seemed to radiate in his hand. "These are the lengths that your 'Humane' parents will go to too keep you from your destiny!" He threw it down and stepped on it and it exploded like a cheap false ruby. As he began to advance again, I began to notice my senses clearing. actually, they were BETTER than usual!