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The young boy looked across the horizon as he sat on top of the hill. He just came from the Cave and had a run in with Superman. Conner tried asking the man for help again, but as always he was denied. Superman ran like a bat out of hell and left the cave as soon he could.

Conner growled in anger. He was just so frustrated with the adult. He wasn't asking for a father, or even for Superman to be his distant cousin or anything. All he wanted was for someone – anyone – to help him with his powers.

"Meow~" Conner turned around to come face to face with a cat. It had a grayish-white coat with black stripes, and green misty eyes. It meowed again as it came closer to Conner. It rubbed its body against the boy, eyes closed in pleasure. Conner felt a purr rack through its small body. He smiled down at the feline and hugged it close to his body.

"At least someone likes me." He said to no one in particular. Conner glanced at his watch and noticed that it was getting late. He sat the cat down and walked back to base, hoping that a good night's rest will make him feel better.

It doesn't.

When he wakes up to the blaring of his alarm clock, he accidentally smashes it while trying to turn it off. He gets out of bed and slips on the covers, falling flat on his face. Conner gets up from the ground, all the while mumbling angrily, and went to the bathroom.

When he's finished using the bathroom, he headed for the kitchen. Breakfast was already made by M'gann. Conner doesn't feel hungry so he leaves not waiting for the female Martian to finish. He really didn't feel like walking to school with a hyperactive alien.

Meeoww

Conner looked up from the ground, when he heard a sound.

Meeeooowww

'Where is that noise coming from?' Conner asked, as he looked around for the source.

Meeeeoooowwww

Conner looked up at the tree that he was standing under and saw a cat sitting on top of a tree branch. The cat meowed again and Conner noticed that it was the same one from yesterday.

"Now how did you get up there?" Conner asked not really expecting an answer. The cat tilted its head sideways as if he was expecting Conner to do something. Conner closed his eyes and sighed. He took off his jacket and hugged the tree, trying to get his bearings on the great oak. He lifted himself up and climbed toward the top effortlessly until he reached the branch that the feline was stuck on. He reached across and secured a hold on the branch then swung himself on top, hooking his legs tightly around it.

"Now, here kitty, kit-ty?" Conner looked forward and to his surprise, the cat was nowhere to be found! "What the heck? Where'd it go?" Conner whispered harshly to himself, until he heard the soft purring of cat coming from below. "Wha- How'd you get down there?" Conner asked as he saw the same cat looking up at him, while sitting perfectly comfortable on the ground. Conner looked around making sure no one was around and jumped from the impossible height. He dusted himself off and picked the cat gently off the ground. Conner chuckled as he felt the purring of the cat when he scratched between its ears. "You really are one strange cat." Conner commented and checked the time on his watch. "Oh no, I'm going to be late!" He cried. He dropped the feline and ran toward the direction of his school.

Conner sighed as walked toward the giant skyscraper. He couldn't believe that he had to do this. Why did he have to be picked to do a project about Lex-Corp. He hated anything that had to do with Lex Luther, let alone his stupid company! And now, he had to participate on a tour of the of the giant, ugly, thing!

As he walked toward the front desk, he felt the artificial red sunlight all around him. Apparently Lex Luther was paranoid as he was rich, and made sure that every one of his buildings were installed with red sunlight. Now Conner, with no way to absorb energy from the yellow sun, was stuck as a regular civilian for the remainder of the tour. With distaste clear on his face, Conner accepted the visitor pass from the receptionist. He snagged the badge onto his jacket as he joined the other group of visitors and followed the guide. He listened intently as the guide explained the on-goings of the company and watched the scientists through glass panels as they worked. Conner took notes on anything he thought was important to mention in his report. As they made their way around the building, Conner got distracted by the workings of a team a scientists. He saw how meticulous they were being about their job. He saw one female scientist mixing something in Petri dish and examining the results. He vaguely wondered if that was how he started out; poked and prodded by anonymous scientists until he did something interesting. The thought made him highly uncomfortable. The clone was drawn out of his thoughts when he noticed that the tour group had already left him far behind.

Lost and highly agitated, the young boy fumbled around the building, looking for his tour group. Before he knew it, night had come and most of the staff had left.

Seeing one laboratory lights still on Conner knocked on the door, and when no answer came, he entered.

He carefully stalked around the delicate equipment, making sure not to bump into anything. When Conner saw one of the work stations open in the back he went toward it.

"It seems like the project was a success." A person said.

"Yes it was. Despite the drawbacks with Project Match, Kr was indeed a break through." Another voice said. Conner immediately tuned into the conversation when he heard his project name being mentioned. He moved forward and hid behind a wall to hear better.

"However, with the knowledge we possess now, who knows what we can do." The voice Conner had dubbed voice 1. "On another note, how is the testing going?"

"As you can see, none have been fruitful so far." Conner heard a video being played and poked his head in to watch.

It was the most disturbing thing Conner had ever seen in his relatively short life span. It was a 3-D picture of a women. Her face was horribly disfigured with red angry welts all over. She had bruising underneath her eyes and her eyes were drawn into her skull. Her hair was thinning and her skin was sickly pale.

Conner was so startled that he knocked a container over.

Everyone in the other room snapped their heads toward the noise.

"Whoever it is, get rid of them." One person said coolly. Conner heard two pairs of feet shuffling forward before he bolted.

Immediately the chase was on. Conner ran as fast as he could, running left and right, trying to shake them off. The guards kept up with him as he ran through hallway after hallway. Conner could hear his heart pumping blood as adrenaline rushed through his veins. The boy passed through another pair of doors, and hid behind a column of pipes.

"You can come out now, it's okay." One of the guards called out. "We'd just like to ask a few questions." The boy poked his head out cautiously and was instantly rebuked with a bullet.

Conner ran into the boiler room trying to get away, weaving through the variety of pipes when he heard more bullets being shot his way. He ducked as they rocketed off the metal beams, putting holes in them. Hot steam shot from every direction, burning his now vulnerable skin.

He pushed through the next set of doors and entered another room. He ran down the stairs, nearly tumbling half the way, and looked back at his assailants. When he didn't see them coming after him, he ran across the uneven floor, slipping on the mud and grime. Sliding and falling in the mud, Conner got up and half-walked, half-crawled into the opening in the tiny cylindrical-shaped room.

As the two agents saw the boy go, they notified their boss.

"He crawled into the main sewage pipe." He said into his walkie-talkie. "We don't know who he is, but we all know what he heard."

"Like I said, get rid of it." The man looked at his fellow guard.

"Seal the door." He commanded. The other guard flipped the panel open, turned the knob, and switched it on.

Conner jumped as he heard a door closing. He circled around trying to get a read on his surroundings. He may have given those two guards the slip, but he wasn't out of the clear yet. He needed to find a way out of here. Even down here, he could feel the artificial red-sunlight.

All of a sudden he heard the simultaneous closing of other doors and soon began to worry. He started to jog to other connecting pipes and felt gusts of winds from closing doors. Terror ran through his head as he quickly tried to look for an exit. His breathing became labored and he broke out into a cold sweat as other exits became closed off. His eyes widened at the realization of what was to come. Conner soon broke out into a run as he heard the sound of rushing water. He ran and ran until he saw a light up ahead. He chased it while looking back to see if the water had gotten any closer. He looked forward and he skid to a stop when he saw that the only exit led to a fifty-foot drop into the murky ocean water.

Before he could even make a decision, cold rushing water hit him hard from behind. It pushed him forward, tossing him out of the pipes and over the edge. As he plunged to the bottom, he felt the energy-sucking radiation of green kryptonite that was laced in the water. As he fell into the ocean, the current roughly pulled him this way and that, disorienting him beyond recognition. He struggled to swim, but the current was too strong to fight. He felt his energy leave him as he saw little flecks of green kryptonite float around him.

His lungs burned and the need to breathe increased. Minutes ticked by as his chest burned from oxygen-deprivation. As his limbs became heavy, fear gripped his mind; he was going to die. He was going to die a slow and painful death in a disgusting place.

Dark spots danced around his vision as his mouth was involuntary forced open. The boy ingested huge amounts of water and soon began to choke. The fire in his chest began to die down and his heart slowed down to a nonexistent beat. His eyes glazed over as the life left his body.

Soon his corpse drifted aimlessly through the ocean.

Oh my god! I killed Conner! I really am a cruel person to do that, but don't worry it's all part of my master plan.

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