Not always as it appears.
I've re-written this chapter and with the help of my new Beta reader it should be better >. theres more than one chapter too!
This chapter is mainly my thoughts on the tsunami wave put in superboys way.
P.O.V Superboy.
I felt my throat tighten as I looked down at the scene below me, eyes filling with tears as I heard the screams of help in many languages. I was Superboy, and still as I hovered here, I felt frozen in fear and emotion. It was not enough to be more than human; I could not do enough to save everyone.
People were holding on to anything that wouldn't float away; there were buses that had been loaded with people, that were now underwater and floating on their sides. Homes that had once been lived in were now only roofs; bodies of people, men, women and children, floated by as I looked at the struggling living. Something inside me broke and I moved into action, feeling nothing as I grabbing the living from the roofs of their homes and lifted the bus loads of dead out of the water, clearing the debris.
There had been an earthquake under the Indian Ocean an hour ago and the tsunami that had struck after had been a catastrophe. The water was dark with mud and choked with floating wood, bodies and broken houses, and there were people struggling in the waters. It was my job to pull them out of it and save them, and I could not do enough.
Over the next few hours, spent helping the Justice league with this disaster; I think I was running on auto pilot.
I've seen disasters.
Everyone who's a super hero has.
It's in the job description.
But this was the worse I had ever seen. I can't mention how much it's affecting me or Superman won't let me help the league during the next disaster. The pressure is always there to be perfect, inhumanly so, and I'm not, yet somehow I have to be.
The worse incident was when I flew threw a roof and found a family about to be swamped, only the thick glass held back the water by some slight miracle; and the mother screamed at me to save her children. There were eight of them and some how they all managed to grab hold of me, except for the oldest. I shouted for them to grab on but they refused, seeing the way I was struggling already.
The child and his mother smiled and backed away as I flew through the hole in the ceiling and it was only seconds after I flew into the hot air that I heard the glass finally break. The thing that had broken inside me snapped more and the splinters where hurting me; hurting as I put the children down at the hospital and told one of the nurses what happened. One of the children grabbed my leather sleeve and tugged it, "It's okay. Big sister and mommy kept us safe till you arrived. It wasn't your fault." She said to me, concern in her eyes.
Gritting my teeth I nodded and flew off to save as many others as possible.
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