I'm used to weird experiences, and usually they were kind of fun. This though, is more than weird. I feel like someone is trying to play a trick on me, like Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out at any moment.
"Are you being serious?" I ask with slight disbelief in my voice. "Like, foreal foreal?
"Why would I lie about any of this?" A guy claiming to be the clone of Superman, asks. In all honesty, he really does look like Superman, the black hair, angular face structure. The only difference between the two was the most obvious one. His eyes.
His iris' are green. Probably the greenest green I've ever seen but that's not what makes him different from Superman. The whites of his eyes aren't white at all. Instead, they're pitch black. Kinda like a demon from Supernatural.
"So you're saying, and stop me if I'm wrong, that an evil entity has traveled from the future and wants to destroy the univerese?"
"Yes. Stopping him is what I was created for." Honestly, I'd believe him more if he didn't have a blank expression on his face. Like, literally the whole time, he didn't blink or even move his bushy ass eyebrows.
"If this is true, and I'm not saying it is, why is the League not involved in this 'threat'?" I'm pretty sure the League is way more qualified than a sixteen-year-old girl who lives in a school bus.
"No one in the Justice League is expendable like you are. You do not show up in any future records." He taps something on his watch and a green light scans my face. "See your name doesn't even come up."
I lean forward to look at his watch which isn't even really a watch. It's like a small computer that's compressed into a tiny screen. "Face unrecognized." The computer watch says.
"If I wanted to be an expendable soldier, I'd join the Legends. You basically called me worthless." I tell him as I type 'Indyha Brown' into his computer-watch thingy and just as he said, my name comes up inconclusive. Not that I expected it to.
"That joke of a team all perish in the year 3094. Imperiex killed them and stole their ship. That's how he got to the twenty-first century."
The Legends are dead. Well I'll be damned. I'd care if they were less douchey. "Listen, bud. When it comes to me, self-preservation is key. There's no way in hell I'm going."
"My father dies three years from now, by Imperiex's hand. You are-" He looks me up and down and then continues, "obviously a fan of him and I doubt you want him to die."
I wonder if it's the Superman onsie I have on that gave it away. If I'm being honest, I'm not a fan of Superman. I'm a stan. From throwing Lois off of buildings to starting a cult in Superman's name, I've done it all.
"Hypothetically, how long would this take? I've got other things to do than be in space hunting down a weirdo with another weirdo. If I leave my town for too long, it'll no doubt be in shambles when I return." I'm not the hero of my city. I justprotect it from outside threats. You rob a couple banks and kill some people and all of a sudden, you're the bad guy.
"It should take one year." My face drops immediately. "It is only the two of us. Not to mention, I have to build a ship from scratch."
"Fine. I have a ship." Before he can ask where I got it from I say, "Waiting a whole year is a whole year Imperiex can use to destroy the universe."
"But-"
"Do you want to save Superman or not? Stop asking questions." I should probably mention that I stole the ship from a bar in space but that's not really all that relevant. "As for the other problem. Can I see your watch?"
"For what?"
"We're going to need more team mates than just me and you."
