Here's a new chapter to this story and I hope you guys like it. Please review and comment on this story or tell me what you guys think of it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Superman or any of the movies such as Man of Steel. I do own this story and my OC characters.
30 Years Later…
A tall man wearing a large neon orange raincoat with a wool black hat over his black hair stood staring off into the distance as the large fishing boat he worked on was tossed and swamped with frigid salt water every few seconds. He didn't notice the huge metal crab box swinging dangerously above his head and the wind was knocked out of him as another coworker shoved him out of the way just as the box slammed down into the floor of the boat nearly crushing both men in the process.
"Watch it!" the man who pushed him out of the shouted at him furiously and went back inside the boat to help navigate. The man however continued to look out over the horizon where an enormous explosion on an oil facility was occurring, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and then he dove into the water not even flinching at the frigidness as he swam towards the oil facility with superhuman strength. In only a few minutes, this man was able to reach the oil facility climb the large metal supporters and find the room where there were still men struggling to get out. He burst through the flaming metal door exposing his extremely muscular physique that only the legendary greek gods only wished they had possessed.
"Let's get moving," the man exclaimed and he helped carry a limping man towards an emergency helicopter while avoiding most of the flames. Suddenly, a horribly loud moaning of metal caused the launch pad to shake violently and the man looked backwards to see one of the support beams were about to collapse so he left the injured man with one of his crew mates, and ran over to the support beams.
"Come on!" one of the medical teams on the helicopter called the mystery man, but he ignored him and held the support bar up in place growling from the weight of the beam allowing the team fly out in time. Sadly, the whole oil facility collapsed causing the mystery man to fall and float under the cold icy waters covered in the remains of his old work clothes unmoving.
Flashbacks
A little boy with short black hair, nervous dark blue eyes, wearing a dark blue and white checkered long sleeved shirt, blue jeans and brown sneakers sat in the middle of an average first grade classroom at his new desk. Next to him, sat a little girl about his age with black hair with silver streaks of hair and silver bangs, clear blue eyes, wearing a white short sleeved shirt, black and white plaid skirt, black boots and a red bow holding her hair in a ponytail of sorts.
"Clark? Can you tell me the answer?" a kind middle aged teacher asked the little boy gently, but the Clark began to panic looking around the room frantically. Unbeknownst to the teacher and others, Clark was panicking at seeing everyone's skeleton because of his x-ray vision and hearing different and confusing sounds that were painfully overwhelming him. "Clark?" he teacher asked him worriedly and then the little boy leaped out of his seat dashing out of the classroom down the halls and locking himself in the janitor's closet. The teacher and her students ran out of the classroom trying to coax him out of the closet, but her attempts were all in vain and she decided to just call his mother.
"Can I try?" a small timid voice asked uncertainly and everyone stared at the little girl with the black and silver hair.
"Um…I'm not sure…what was your name again, sweetheart?" the teacher asked unsurely and the little girl sighed.
"It's Rachel. Rachel Santos," the little girl reminded her sadly. "I think I can help." Rachel added softly and she knocked softly on the door.
"Go away," Clark cried through the door and Rachel felt sympathy for him.
"Hey, Clark, it's me Rachel. Can I come in?" Rachel asked softly and she could hear poor Clark sniffling sadly. "You know, when I get upset my parents and siblings sing me a song whenever I'm crying that makes me feel better," Rachel explained softly. "Would you like to hear it?"
No answer.
"When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother: what will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?
Here's what what she said to me:
Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see,
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.
When I grew up and fell in love,
I asked my sweetheart: what lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows day after day?
Here's what my sweetheart said: que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be,
The future's not ours to see,
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own,
They ask their mother:
what will I be?
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly: Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be,
The future's not outs to see,
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be." Rachel sang so softly that only Clark could hear and what he heard made him stop crying so he could listen. Her voice was so comforting and kind, but the song held a deeper meaning than what either children could see.
"Thank you," Clark whispered softly only letting Rachel be able to hear him causing a shy smile to grace her child-like features.
"You're welcome, Clark. Remember you're not alone," Rachel whispered kindly and Clark almost believed her except for the fact that he could see the inside of things and red lasers can shoot from his eyes, but it was nice that she tried to comfort him. Then, a kind woman with long brown hair and brown eyes knocked on the door calling Clark's name. It was his mother and as she was coaxing him out of the janitor's closet he eventually unlocked the door hugging his mom tightly asking her what was wrong with him. He looked up and in that moment, Clark and Rachel's eyes met for one second, but what she said next left him puzzled for a very long time.
"You're not the only one whose…special,Clark. I'm just like you." Rachel whispered so softly that Clark almost didn't hear her and then the bell rang allowing many children to run down the halls. Clark blinked his eye just once only for Rachel to disappear into the sea of children and teachers.
So I just wanted to give you guys a heads up that the next and possibly the chapter after the next one will probably be flashbacks about Clark and Rachel.