Hello again. So this is where the story gets a more defanent plot. I don't own anything except for Teek, Will, Matt, and Bacon. I don't own the song Can you hear by Jim Paulis. I know that I cut the song short in the story, but it's awesome, and every chorus in the world should by the song and sing it. It's also on itunes. I also don't own amazing grace, even though the section of that song that I have in here is really short. Live long and Prosper,

-Laces

Chpt. 2

5 years later

"welcome to our new allyway!" smiled Will. After awhile he considered the name willy abit to childish. He was fifteen now of course.

"Wow. It's so much cleaner." stated Matt.

"Who cares about cleanliness. There any grub nearby?" Bacon questioned.

"I got a job at the meat market across the street. Soon we can actually get out of the ally ways and rent an apartment." stated Will, disregarding Bacpn's comment. Moving to Metropolis was going to change our lives.

"This is awesome!" I smiled. My green eyes glistened brightly in the sun. In Gotham the days seemed so shorty and the nights felt as if they would never end. So far all Metropolis was, was sunny.

"I got to go to work now." stated Will. "You three try to keep out of trouble." he smiled, then was gone.

"Bacon and I are also gonna try to find some jobs we can do." Matt told me.

"But what am I suppost to do?" I questioned. Bacon handed me some money. It was then that I noticed the sharp contrast between our skin tones. The night seemed to wipeout all of our features. I always thought that my hair was brown. Not brown with red and golden strips in it, and I never noticed how similar Will and Matt looked.

"Buy some blankets, pillows, and water at thrift stores and other cheep places." informed Bacon. He handed me about ten bucks.

"Then what?" I questioned.

"Take off your hat and sing for people. Don't worry we'll be back by nightfall." smiled Matt. That was about in six hors, but I didn't mind. As long as I knew that they'd be back. I knew how to fight. I needed to know who to fight, but I still liked it when I was surrounded by my older brothers. Once the boys left I bought three old blankets, four pillows, and a gallon of water. I was only left with about a quarter, and two pennies. Once I returned to the ally, I looked at the blankets. Will and Matt would want the blue one., because they loved the color blue, and they sharred everything. Bacon would want the one with the pigs printed on it, for obvious reasons. Then lastly I would have the small blanket with stars on it. I stuffed it into the corner of the ally, took off my hat, and threw it in front of me. I was standing at the opening at the ally way, and I sung.

"Can you hear. My cries. Can you see. My eyes. I am calling out to you. Mmmm." I started. I saw people start to stare. I then continued.

"Calling in the distance. Softly. Could it be the sound of my heart. There I am before you. Reaching. Could it be I'm slipping. Away." I sung. Now people were standing in front of me listening.

"Can you hear. My cries. Can you see. My eyes. I am calling. Out to you. Calling out. Calling out. Can you hear. I know you can hear. My cries. I know you can hear. can you see. I know you can see. My eyes. I know you can see I am calling. Calling. Out to you." About ten people were around me now.

"can you hear. Can you hear. Can you hear me. Calling." I finished. People applauded, and left some money in my hat. One man with broad shoulders wearing a blue suit, matching tie, and big cicular glasses stood looking at me. He then put money in my hat, and questioning,

"are you really homless?" I shrugged.

"yah."

"why aren't you in a homless shelter then ?" he inquired. I sighed.

"Too crouded and stuffed. It's also easier to get an illness in a shelter." I explained.

"Are you alone?"

"No. my three brothers are out trying to get some jons." I replied.

"How old are they?"

"are you from child sevices?" I inquired. He chuckled a bit.

"no. I'm a reporter." he replied.

"Well, my oldest brother is fifteen." I answered.

"Is it hard to get by?" he questioned. I shrugged again.

"abit, but I'm used to it. We've been like this since I was three." I stated.

"Howold are you now?"

"Ten." the man looked stunned. He reached into his pocket, and placed some more money into my hat.

"It was nice talking to you." he smiled.

"thanks Mr…"

"Kent."

"Thanks ."

"and your name is?" he questioned.

"Teek." I smiled. He smiled back and shook my hand.

Kryptonian. Kallel. You're the last surving spices of the planet krypton. Small ville Kansas. Lanna Lang. Daily planet. Lois Lane. Superman! Pictures of people, places, and things flashed before my eyes. It all stopped once I was finished shacking his hand. He looked shocked for a brief second, but then shook it off.

"stay safe." he smiled. As he turned his back, and walked away, I saw him shack his head. I did the same.

I gotta stop doing this! It's none of my buissness to stick my nose in other people's lives. I thought to myself. every time I made contact with somebodies skin, I got their memories, and sometimes I got their skills. Once I bumped into a track star, and now I can out run all three of my brothers. It never effects anyone in the slightest, but I still felt rude. That's also how I learned how to read and wright. If anything, I would probably have a harder life if it wasn't for my abilities. Of course my brothers knew about my abilities. If I kept it from them, they would most likely be very weirded out how I knew things that they didn't. I had a wider vocabulary, and understanding of the world for a ten year old. Sometimes that was good, and some other times, it was bad.

I put the money that I got from my hat into my pocket. Living in Gotham made me a weary person. I sat my hat back down, and once again, started singing.

"amazing Grace. How sweet…"

Now you see stuff to develop like I said. I have like, the next ten chapters written after that, but I'll only type them up if YOU review. Please. You can even review it as total trash. A review is a review.

-Laces