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Superboy

Conner was in pain. Terrible pain. As he lay on the floor, all his mind could register was the horrible pain that blanketed his aching body. With a grunt, Conner managed to slowly sit up. He didn't want to open his eyes, for fear of seeing whatever horrible thing his captors where doing, or had done. to his friends. "After all," he realized, squeezing his eyes as tight as they could go, "If I'm in such pain, what are the others feeling?"

Then he heard a sound that made his heart shatter into millions of tiny fragments.

Megan's voice, weeping.

He heard another voice to, but he couldn't hear exactly what it was saying.

His eyes burst open, only to see that he was in a room with a eerie green glow, and no door. He tired to stand, only to have his legs immediately collapse underneath him. "Gotta get to Megan." He thought, "Gotta help her" . As his legs didn't seem to be working, he scooted over to the wall that the screams seemed to be coming from. Once he reached it, he rose from his current sitting position, to a kneeling one. With great effort, Conner lifted both of his arms to the wall. Placing his sweaty palms on the wall, he rested.

"Why is it taking so much effort just to move?" he wondered, "And what are they doing to Megan?" He had to find out if she was alone. "There's a time to go in smart, and a time to go in strong. I'm no good to Megan if there is someone else with her, stronger than I am now." It was a strange concept to him, someone who was stronger than him. "Maybe the team is with her, and I can only hear her, 'cause she's crying, and when I get through the wall, then I'll find all of them, and we can kick whoever's captured us' butt! Yeah. Then we'll all go home, and we'll watch that movie Robin wanted to, and maybe we'll find another comic-con to go to…" Conner's thoughts went on like this for quite some time. He felt comfort in the words, and it gave him a little bit of strength. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his right hand off the wall. The action caused him to fall onto his left side, his head slamming roughly on the ground. "Oww. Ok, slower this time" he commanded himself, rising again to his knees. He resumed the position he was in before, facing the wall where he could still hear Megan's cries, both hands on the wall. This time he waited. He heard the voice make one more comment, then Megan stated crying harder. Conner was mad now. All he wanted to do was smash the wall and beat whomever was hurting Megan so much with inches of their life. Slowly, in a attempt to control his anger and as a precaution against falling, he lifted his right hand. He was slowly forming it into a fist, imagining crushing the person who hurt Megan under his powerful fingers, when he hear a voice from behind him.

"Don't even think about it." The voice stated icily.

Conner paused, fist fully formed, preparing to strike the wall. The voice was familiar, but why? Cautiously, he turned his head. Behind him –how had he not noticed that before- was a large T.V screen. But what made his eyes almost pop out of his sockets, was the face on the screen.

Superman.

He scowled at the screen, and turned his head back towards the wall.

"Fine suit yourself. But you'll never get to her." Superman sneered.

Conner punched the wall for all he was worth, the impact nearly crushed his hand, and didn't even crack the wall. Conner grabbed his fist in pain, but then Superman's words echoed in his mind "you'll never get to her." Anger flowed through his body, masking all the pain in this hand. Gluing his bright blue eyes at the wall, he imagined the look on Superman's face when he did smash through the wall. "I can do it!" he yelled, both to ease his nerves and to insult Superman, "Maybe you can't, but I can!" Conner punched the wall with both hands. "I have to! Megan, the team, they need me, and I'm not going to fail them!" Conner was hysterical now.

"Listen to me Super…boy."

Punch.

"You can't get through the wall"

Punch.

"It's filled with small shards of kryptonite."

I DON'T CARE!" screamed Conner, punching the walls with new vigour. "I have to break through, I have to! My team is depending on me and I can't let them down!"

Superman sighed. Although at the moment he had nothing but a burning hatred for the clone, he couldn't bear to see him in such a state. Maybe he'd made a mistake when he accused the kids. Maybe they were innocent. Then he remembered what had been done to the people. All the evidence the league had against them. His hatred came back full force, and he remembered his point of speaking with the clone. Find out why he did it, whom he did it for. Crush his spirits if need be.

"Look," Superman said, ice returning to his voice, "you're no good to your team if you don't have any bones in your hands."

Conner stopped punching the wall. A small crack was beginning to form, but he realized the wisdom in the older mans words. He looked at his hands, they were cut, and bleeding a bit. Conner blinked.

"Now look at me."

Conner didn't move.

"LOOK AT ME!"

Conner flinched when the words hit his ears. His super hearing might have been down, but the words were still loud. Not only loud, but filled with such venom that Conner thought hearing the words might strike him dead right there. Slowly, he turned and looked at the screen.

Superman glared at him with a glare that would have made Batman proud. Conner shivered. "If he wasn't behind the screen, he probably would have fried my brain out with laser vision" The thought made Conner shudder in horror.

"Why did you do what you did? Who are you working for? Why did you do this to us after we took you in?" the words were said without any emotion except bitter loathing.

Conner didn't say anything. "What did I do? Why do I feel so sad about Superman treating me like this? It's not like he was nice to me before, so why do I feel so bad?"

After a few tense moments in which neither of them spoke, Conner decided to elaborate some of his own questions.

His word choice could not have been worse.

"What did I do wrong? I thought by going with the team on the missions from the past few weeks, I was doing good; helping the world. Was I wrong?" Connor asked politely, feeling total panic at the way Superman reacted to his words. During his little speech, Superman's face had went from the calm, collected look he sported from before, to a twisted mask of horror, bitterness and anger. The cause of such a drastic transformation? Connor, when he said 'past few weeks' he meant 'past six months', the mistake being made by his own confused brain. Superman, who could not read minds and had no idea of Connor's mistake, simply assumed that he meant that he didn't see what was wrong with his actions.

"Of course you where wrong!" the Boy Scout screeched, "Doing good? Helping the world? What did sick twisted program did Cadmus upload into your brain, if you even have one. If they didn't just give you a hard drive. How could you possibly think that you were doing good?"

Conner was stunned. If course he had a brain! Why was Superman being so hateful. Conner was struggling to maintain a strait face. All he wanted to do was curl up into a little ball and disappear. He'd never felt this way before.

"You know what," Superman continued, "I never liked you. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were doomed to fail. You were a time bomb, just counting down to an explosion. Now you've exploded, and look at the mess you've made. You're nothing but a common criminal. All muscle, no brain. You know, I'm surprised that your team hasn't dumped you yet. It would be extremely easy too. I know for a fact that Robin has some kryptonite in his utility belt, and you trust them so much. But what use do they have for you? After all, all you ever do on missions is make noise and smash walls. It's surprising that no one has heard you during your stealth missions. If someone is going to clone me, they might as well make it a competent clone."

Conner slowly raised himself to his feet, leaning against the wall for support "And what right do you have to say that about me? Where were you when I was learning how to control my strength so that I didn't make noise? Who was the one teaching me to use my powers?" Conner was screaming almost as loud as Superman now. "It was always Black Canary! She taught me everything I know about missions, and if you haven't noticed, our missions go well. I've saved my team at least once, just by smashing walls. My team, my friends, my family, they don't need Superman, they just need me. I may be your clone, but the only people I have a real relationship is with my family; my family of friends. What did you ever do to build our relationship huh? 'Batman's got that covered.' 'the league will figure something out.'. You never gave me the time of day and now you show up scolding me, as if you raised me!" At the end of his tirade, Conner fell to his knees, consumed by his sadness and feeling vulnerable. After all, he had just spilled out all of his personal feelings to the man who hated him. Conner relaxed into a sitting position, still slightly guarded, but he had hope. Maybe, in this setting, the man of steel would realize his errors concerning Superboy.

"Maybe." Conner dared to think.

Superman just smirked at him through the screen.

"And a criminals mouth to boot. No matter what clone, you'll never amount to anything but a weapon. It's only a matter of time until the others see it to." Superman sneered.

Conner's face fell dramatically. "No! He's lying! Robin's always telling me I'm not a weapon. Aqualad said it was a lie! I'm not just a weapon am I? No not to my team. No! He's lying! Lying!" The thoughts quickly took another rout. "What if it's true? What if my team really does think of me as a weapon?" Conner looked down at his raw fists. He tried to open them, but stopped one he realized that just moving one of his fingers caused pain to rocket all over his body. "Am I useless now? Will they others get rid of me now? No, they'd never do something like that! Would they?"

Superman watched the emotions flicker over Conner's face. He smirked, he was going to unleash the blow that would crush the weapons spirit.

"Your useless now. Your -what did you call it again? Oh yes- your family, they have no further need for you." He paused, his resolve almost melting as he saw the look of pure horror and heartbreak cross the boys face. But he decided against stopping there, and went for the deathblow.

"Sooner than you know, you'll be rejected and left for dead on some deserted island. After all, your family" his sneer crept into his voice at the word family, "has no need of you now. They won't care that you broke your hands trying to free them, all they'll see is a weapon that has lost power. And do you know what you do to powerless weapons?" Superman paused. "You throw them out." The screen shut off with a quite click.

With that final blow resonating in his ears, Conner gave in to his earlier temptations. Curling up as tight as his body would let him, he slid onto the ground.

There, in his custom made prison, Conner cried for the first time ever. He cried and cried, and memories of his team pounded his brain. These only made him cry harder.

He was scared. He was weak. He didn't know what his future would bring. He was oh so very sad.

There was only one time in his short life that he'd ever felt like this before. The first week after he'd escaped from Cadmus, he discovered that the world was a big place filled with lots of mean people. There were nice ones too, but there were lots of mean ones. When he was shopping in the mall with the team, he'd seen something that interested him. Something that Cadmus hadn't taught him about. Popcorn. He saw a kid walk by the store they were in with a bag of some. Curious, he had left the store to ask the child what he had and where he got it. Unfortunately, he'd lost track of the boy, and he wasn't allowed to use his powers in public. He quickly ran over to a man sitting on a bench, but when he'd opened his mouth to ask for directions, the man had yelled at him to go bother someone else. After minuets of trying to find the store on his own –he didn't want to make anyone else upset- he was beyond lost. He found the nearest bench, and sat down, trying to deal with all the new, horrible emotions that plagued him. Moments later, Wally had shown up and sat with him. Conner had been really scared then; he was afraid that his team would be mad at him for wondering off. They were the opposite of mad. After they'd all found him they told him how relived they were to find him. He was a little angry at them for treating him like a toddler, but he was mostly happy that they weren't mad at him. They, mostly due to Megan sensing that he was still slightly traumatized by the incident, had gone to what ever store he wanted to all day.

But this time it was different. They weren't in the mall. His fists were broken. He didn't know where anyone was.

He was alone.

He hadn't been truly alone in his entire life. Not like now. He didn't like being alone. It scared him.

He cried harder as a new piece of reality crossed his mind.

His friends, the only family he had ever known, were gone; and if what Superman had said was true, he would be alone forever.

….

Superman walked into his room at the watchtower, feeling disgusted with himself. Remembering the heartbroken look on Superboy's face, he punched the wall. Hard.

Wow. That was long. it was 5 fullish pages. Wow. Anyways 1 Superman's a jerk 2 keep in mind that Superboy is really WAY younger than sixteen. in this story he's about 4 or 5 months. yeah, not all that old. That's why some of his thoughts seem younger than his apperance. Also, keep in mind the panic he's in. 3 I probably won't update tomorrow of Monday. Sorry.

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