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Chapter 2: More Curious
Clark Kent was running in the sunshine when his cell phone rang. He skidded to a stop, almost knocking over the water tower in the process.
"Hello?" He asked, not even panting from the workout.
"Is this Clark Kent?" The male voice asked. Clark was taken aback by the voice. It was dark and sounded like it held secrets needed to be told. He didn't think he should trust it.
"Yes, who is this?" He asked expectantly. Hoping that it was just a teacher or something.
"That isn't important right now. There is news about a giant force of electricity in Louisiana; we need your help find what's happening. There are plane tickets under your mat by the front door." He said.
Immediately Clark wanted to know what was going on.
"What are you talking about?" He asked innocently.
"Superman is your name; this experience might prove how super you really are. Come as soon as possible." Again Clark was questioning, though he said nothing. His sleek and clean features stayed the same as he thought it over in his head. His black hair blowing in the wind and his skin shining in the sunlight. His muscles getting bigger every day with his workout.
He had just gotten a job as an assistant in journalism. He was learning more every day, it fascinated him. He was the dork with glasses, which didn't show sports interest and that much physical ability to keep his planet and identity a secret. Normal fifteen-year old on the outside, and a total alien on the inside. The only person who knew was his adopted mother. Who was more of a grandmother. His parent's died on planet Krypton and they sent him to earth to protect him. His only weakness was the very thing he was of, kryptonite. Why would the man on the other line know about him, and why would he call him in the first place. More and more questions. He ran to the porch, nearly fifty miles away, and got there in about five seconds. He reached under the mat, stretching his legs along the way, and picked up the plane ticket. He looked at his home, so inviting and peaceful. He turned back to the sun, wondering if he should really trust the mysterious man on the phone. He went inside and found his "mom" by the fireplace. She was knitting.
"I got a call from Louisiana. They need my help a.s.a.p, and I have a plane ticket." He told her. Plain and simple was what he gave her, always. She understood too, which made it easier for him. She nodded and got up. She read the ticket and walked with him up to his room.
"Make sure to pack extra. How long will you be gone?" She asked softly. She didn't want to let him go, but it was what he was sent to do. Save people, and in this case…it was probably going to be a big impact if he didn't go.
"He didn't say, but I'd pack a lot."
"Get your suitcase down, I'll bring the laundry in." She said and walked into her room, grabbing the basket holding his clean clothes, and bringing it in his room.
"Are you sure your okay with this?" He asked, watching her carefully. He never liked disobeying her; she was the closest person to him. He didn't let anyone knew him to well, not that they wanted to for that matter. To think that it was all for his father and mother was painful, since they weren't even alive…or even from that planet. He sighed as he packed his belongings and headed downstairs for supper.
They talked about the journey and what it was like in Louisiana, he asked tons of questions and she loved answering them. They watched a movie together on the couch before he left for bed; she wanted to make his last day special.
He was still anxious as he drifted off into unconsciousness, letting the soft vibration of the fan blow his emotions away.
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