I'm just spitting out chapters, huh! Reason is, I actually wrote this several weeks ago, and it ended up being 29 pages long. But now I'm uploading it! Yay! Without further ado, chappie 3of the Sparrow Chronicles!

#YOUNG JUSTICE#

Robin, KF and Aqualad made their ways in. Aqualad closed the door and Robin locked it before coming over to join me.

"Please tell me that's not what I think it is," KF hoped.

I nodded ever so slightly. "That's Supe's clone," I mumbled, dumbstruck. "Robin," I turned to him. "Hack," I reminded.

"Oh, right." Robin hooked up to the computer to get more information. "Superboy was force grown in sixteen weeks!" he called surprised. "Made from D.N.A. that was extracted-"

I coughed. "Stolen."

"From the Man of Steel himself," Robin finished.

"I'm pretty sure they don't know about this," KF thought out loud.

"It says his solar suit can absorb energy from the yellow sun so he can grow twenty-four seven," Robin informed.

"And those?" Aqualad asked about the Genomorphs above Superboy.

"G-gnomes. They are telepathically force feeding him education," I read over Robin's shoulder, having to stretch my neck and step on my tiptoes slightly since I was nearly a head shorter than him.

"And we can guess what else. They're making a slave, out of Superman's son," KF said angrily.

"We should really call the League now," Aqualad reasoned and I absolutely agreed with him.

I reached to press my com-link to the League on my left glove, but when I did, the signal was out. "No signal," I told the others. I knew their coms wouldn't work as well, because I had the most advanced of them all.

"Too far down," Robin reasoned, but I was already looking back at the Superboy.

"This is wrong. We should let him out," KF suggested.

"We can't just leave him here," Robin nodded.

Aqualad thought for a minute. "Let him out. Do it," he ordered Robin.

I was about to agree, when I saw the horns on the G-gnomes above Superboy turn red. "Wait, don't!" I shouted at Robin, but he had already opened the tube.

"What is it?" Robin asked curiously, but alert.

"The G-gnomes sent something into his mind. I think something bad is going to happen," I muttered in anticipation and we all tensed, ready for a fight.

I saw Superboy's hand clench and I mentally and physically prepared myself for an attack. His eyes flared open and I was struck at how much they were like Supe's, except Superman's were normally kind and held wisdom, these eyes were filled with pain and anger. It hurt me just to see it.

He leaped out of the tube and tackled Aqualad, sending them both flying backwards. Robin and KF rushed to try and pull him off, but I had more important things to attend to. I left Superboy to the guys (they weren't doing so well though) and raced up to the G-gnomes. Their horns were still red, and I just knew that they were controlling Superboy.

Pulling out some Bird-a-rangs (Robin stole that name from me originally, just f.y.i.), I threw them at the G-gnomes' cages and they easily pierced the glass, exploding and cutting off the psychic connection between them and Superboy for a short time.

I turned back and saw Superboy pause for a minute. The problem was, while I was dealing with the Genomorphs, Superboy had knocked out all three of the guys. He turned towards me and glared at me with hatred. Lunging, he slammed my body against the rock walls and held me there, practically strangling me.

"Why are you doing this?" I managed to get out of my limited air intake. "We were just trying to help you," I murmured softly.

"I am the Superboy. I was made to replace the Superman should he perish, or eliminate him should he stray from the Light," he growled at me. "And I don't need your help," he spat.

"That is what they tell you. They tell you what you are, what you are meant to do. But is that who you want to be?" I asked quietly, my breath quickly leaving my lungs.

Something in his eyes shifted for a second, and at that moment he was nothing more than a scared young man, with no one there for him. "I-I can decide myself?" he questioned me quietly, yet intently.

I smiled slightly. "Of course. We all can decide who we wish to be. Don't let them drag you down, Superboy. I can tell that you're better than this, better than them," I murmured hopefully. My eyes were drooping from lack of oxygen.

Right when I thought I would pass out, Superboy released my throat and I slid to the ground. I looked up at him in shock. He looked back down at me with a neutral glance. "Get out of here," he snapped at me as I forced myself to stand up.

I looked pointedly at my friends. "What about-" I began, finally able to catch my breath again.

"I'll make sure they don't kill them," he muttered, glancing at anything but me. "Now go get the Justice League or something," he yelled at me. "Quickly, before they get here."

"I can't just leave them!" I argued, looking over to the others. I knew it was stupid to let my guard down around him, but for some reason I felt I could trust him. Batman wouldn't approve. But well, I wasn't Batman, now was I?

"I will make sure they aren't killed," he emphasized again.

I stared him straight in the eyes. He would protect them, I could just feel it. "Thanks Superboy. You're a great guy," I told him sincerely, reaching up and placing my gloved hand on his shoulder.

He jumped slightly at the touch, and he seemed surprised by the contact, but he didn't stop me. I nodded at him and turned away, leaping up on top of rocks to hide myself away from the Genomorphs that were now entering the room.

A scraggly man wearing a lab coat stepped in and surveyed the area. Noticing the three young heroes, he walked over to them and harshly jabbed Robin with his foot in his stomach. I tensed angrily as Robin let out a quiet moan.

"You do realize, that now they will never be able to leave," he informed the Guardian beside him.

"These aren't just your regular meddling kids! Trust me, you don't want to get on the wrong side of the League," the Guardian responded. You also don't want to get on the bad side of Sparrow, stupid Doctor Desmond.

"I would rather have the League after me than the Light," he replied crossly. My interest sparked at the mention of the Light, Superboy had spoken of them earlier. "Have them taken to the pods. The masters want us to clone them, the clones will be used for our needs. Once the clones are sufficient, dispose of them," he continued.

I narrowed my eyes angrily. I wasn't going to let them clone my friends, let alone kill them! They dragged Robin, KF, and Aqualad off, Superboy willingly following them. I managed to stick close to them, not too close so as to alert them of my presence, but close enough that I could easily follow.

#YOUNG JUSTICE#

Sorry about the bad cut-off again, but well, once more it would be about seven pages long if I didn't.

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~AvenJackel