AN: .alverez and everybody, after this chapter, I will be updating on Sunday's. I just wanted this one out today to keep the interest going. And thanks to the follows and faves already, that was a welcome surprise. More to come including twists and turns galore.
1.
Thailand
August 31
03:28 UTC
It was a hot night. Hardly any wind blew through the trees of a thick, green jungle where mountains bordered three sides with a beach serving as the only entrance some ten miles away. Nocturnal animals made their noises as they hunted, mated, or fled from a predator so quiet was not the word to describe the scene in the least.
Located in the center of the jungle rose a large plateau. A shrine was placed on its top decorated with golden statues of Buddha and tigers with its architecture reflecting the native country. A large balcony with waist high stone railing led to the front of the building where a massive red wooden and steel door kept intruders out. Potted plants containing tropical foliage lined the balcony as did even more statues of animals, both real and non, taking up space in carefully lined positions in front of the door.
The night, as noisy as it was from the lunar active animals, was shattered at the sound of multiple explosions. Large stones from the building's roof flew into the air as the eruptions went off one after another in various twists and turns similar to dominos being lined up then toppled over.
A pause lasting several seconds occurred after the last explosion with several loud 'pops' taking place as the corners of the massive door were heavily damaged. A moment later, both came crashing down as a black clad figure slammed into them feet first and landed outside. Avoiding being shot from behind, the masculine figure bolted from the demolished door and leapt over the situated statues with their feet barely touching them for a second.
"Stop him!" Rushing out of the building, a black clad ninja wearing a red sash ordered his group of red ninjas after the escaping man.
With three repeating what the first figure did and stayed on the statues, the others ran between the stone monuments. Half way past the carved beings, the group failed to notice their eyes light up a moment before beams of electricity shot from them. They were all taken out by the electrical discharge and fell to the granite floor of the balcony, putting a stop to the lead ninja who dared not follow.
At the end of the statues, the first black clad man drew a device from their belt and held it over their head. A loud 'pop' occurred as two grapple hooks fired, one at the roof of the building and another into the jungle.
"HUAGH!"
Moving to the side, the black clad man avoided being struck by the sword of the first ninja. He was immediately dispatched with a swift kick to the temple with the second and third taking his place. Swords sliced through the air as they double teamed the intruder with each one missing its intended target. Shurikens flew through the air but were expertly dodged, flying into the jungle or striking the railing instead.
With a grunt, the intruder leapt into the air and landed a boot to the two ninja's faces, sending them to the floor and grabbed the still hanging contraption suspended on the grapple line when a shot rang out and struck their chest.
Lowering their weapon, the leader of the ninja group looked at the intruder with a sly grin underneath his mask. "You dare to cross the Shadows?"
The intruder, with a hand on their chest fell back onto the railing. Under their palm was a dart, most likely a tranquilizer, but it could be a fatal one as well.
"No one destroys a Shadow temple and lives. I will see to it you are punished severely for this trespass."
Hunching over, the intruder looked to have fallen to their knee when they stood up. Giving a wave, the intruder hopped onto the railing behind them and back flipped off the balcony with the grappling device in hand. As they sailed into the jungle on the zip line, they tossed a smoke pellet on the floor, blinding the Shadow ninja to make their escape.
Enraged at the intruder, and himself for losing them, the ninja roared angrily as he fought to clear the smoke around him while the intruder landed on the jungle floor over one hundred yards away and took off running for the beach.
Taking out a cylindrical device, the escapee pressed a red button on its top as they continued running. It would be some time before they would be pursued as they made sure none of the sleeping Shadows would be able to leave their rooms without a bulldozer to remove the destroyed roof sections outside their quarters.
With nine miles to the beach, the intruder knew they were in for a tiring run through the jungle, if they had to run that is, as a dark red blur came out of nowhere and scooped them up before disappearing into the darkness as if no one were there to begin with.
(-)
Arriving on the beach, the red figure let the black clad intruder down then looked back at where the temple was located. "You get it?"
"Yeah. What took you so long?" the intruder asked in a muffled voice.
"Ah you know, sand's hard to run on. Then there's the dark, the trees, roots poking out of the ground." Facing the black clad individual, a red headed man in a suit reminiscent of The Flash's placed his hands on his hips.
"Any more smartaleck answers?" Undoing a knot in the back of their head, the figure loosened their mask and took it off.
"You sure that's a good idea? We're still in enemy territory."
"It's fine." Taking the mask off fully, long blonde hair fell down a woman's back, ending just past her shoulders. "Shadows don't really guard sites like these, Wally."
"Fine." Removing his goggles, Wally, now in a modified dark red Flash uniform with lightning insignias spreading out from the chest mounted emblem shared by his speedster family, looked at his wife. "So? Where is this thing you risked your life for?"
He then plucked the dart from Artemis' chest and held it up to look at it. The extra padding she wore not only gave her a masculine look, fooling whoever saw her for a man, but also prevented the dart from striking her skin.
Reaching behind her, Artemis pulled free a carefully wrapped object from a hidden pouch just above her belt. Taking the cloth off of it, she looked down at the mask her father, Lawrence Crock wore as his assassin guise of Sportsmaster. "Mom wanted this as an insult to the Shadows when she died. She wanted me to destroy it as a sort of symbolic gesture of how she left her old life behind and I chose something more than the criminal lifestyle. Shadows took him out after finding out he helped me and Jade free you from Darkseid remember? Can't believe he actually did something good after everything, you know?"
"Well," scratching his head, Wally gave her a nod, "if it's important to you, it's important to me. Glad you didn't end up on the other side. But next time you want to do something like this, I'm going in with you and not playing get-a-way driver, okay?"
"Whatever you say, 'Minute Man'. Let's just go home."
Blushing, Wally, now the new Flash, took out a semi-round device from an arm mounted compartment in his glove. "I told you, that doesn't leave the bedroom."
Letting out a laugh, Artemis walked into the white light of a Boom Tube with her husband following her.
Palo Alto
August 31
14:14 UTC
At the home of Wally and Artemis West, rock music played loud enough to shake the windows and small decor on their sills. Those passing by took quick, questionable glances at the white wooden structure before continuing on their walk or heading to the next mailbox as the mailman did.
"Best yard in the neighborhood but I bet the inside is a disaster." Retrieving the next house's mail, the middle aged man headed down the sidewalk to continue his route. Had he been able to look inside, he would not be surprised at how correct he was in his assumption.
"...and another thing, I am just plain tired of the so-called 'Man of Steel' being the glory hog he is," a radio personality said. "Here we have men and women providing services to secure our streets and this fool goes and does their jobs for them. Never mind he has powers, I'm just sick of this Boy Scout pretending he's only in it to help the so called helpless. And where's the cape? He wears a hood and not a cape. To this I say...POSER! Now back to the hard rock hits provided by a real hero, me, Leslie Willis. Your shock jock that's hot to trot."
Inside the living room where the music was coming from, the main couch was covered in blankets and pillows with a TV tray loaded with juice, Gatorade, Sprite, water, and medicine but no patient. Instead, the one who was supposed to be sick was currently dancing in a sleep shirt reaching to her ankles as she balanced four party sized pizzas fresh from the oven in one hand and carried a cold bottle of soda in the other while her cell phone was pinched between her shoulder and cheek.
"So tell me, Mrs. Hooper's test, how'd it go?" she asked the person on the other line as she tip toed through empty bags of junk food and magazines. She was forced to yell with how loud the music was with the TV cranked up to hear cartoons as well. "What 'dew get?" She took a large bite of the top pizza after placing the bottle of soda on the coffee table.
Plopping down on the couch, the teen girl scratched her head, fingers clawing through her short strawberry blonde hair in a style similar to her father's at her age as she held the bottle between her thighs and twisted the cap off to take a swig of the carbonated orange liquid.
"B plus, eh? Okay, make sure to text me the answers when you get out of prison. My parents? They think I'm sick and gone for the day. They won't be back until after six. Hey, do me a favor and get me a bag of kettle corn, I'm starving to death here."
She then took another bite of the pizza.
"Actually I'm kind'a busy this weekend. Next Saturday I can go but I got to go to out of town with my folks for a family trip. Ooh, how's what's his face and what's her name doing? They broken up yet?"
She took another bite.
"Girl, make your move! You've been crushing on him since last week when he took his shirt off in gym. Just go for it you sissy! No. No, he did not! He cheated on her?! Why that mother-"
"Isis Irene West! Get off that phone, turn that music off, and get over here right now!"
Freezing in her seat, the teenage girl winced at how loud her name was yelled, louder than the combined volumes of the music and Plucky Duck's antics. Turning to look behind her, she saw both mother and father standing between her and the kitchen with stern looks on their faces. Both were in their civilian clothes and waited for her to do as they said. Except for Wally who stared at the three remaining pizzas. He had a high metabolism after all.
"Um, Amber?" Isis said into the phone after turning the music and TV off with the universal remote. "I'll call you back. If I'm not dead."
Name: Isis Irene West
Nickname: Irey
Age: 17
Meta Human
Occupation: High School Student
House of Mystery
August 31
15:59 UTC
"Oh yeah, you are flawless."
Standing in front of a mirror in a white towel wrapped around his waist, a teenage boy admired his reflection while standing in his bathroom. Freshly showered after his day at school, he carefully inspected his face for any blemishes and checked his teeth for any excess food between them. Sucking on them, he stood back and grabbed a hair dryer. Using his special comb, he went about carefully getting his hair to the right dampness then allowed the long follicles to air dry as he felt he looked better using that particular step in his primping.
"Walla." He said as he stood back and looked himself over. "I am perfection. A hot slice of fresh beefcake."
"Not by a long shot, boy."
Jumping at the voice just outside the door, the boy dropped his comb on the counter and carefully opened the only way in and out of the bathroom. "Um, hi dad."
"Hello, son." John Constantine, one of the world's top occultists, motioned for his son to come into his bed room. "And it's 'voila', by the way."
"Um, give me just a sec." Closing the door, the teenager could be heard saying something then came out a moment later wearing a pair of black pleated slacks and a long sleeved white shirt with sweater vest. His pitch black hair was tied in a low pony tail, ending near the middle of his shoulder blades. "Yes, sir?"
"Your mother, Lord rest her soul," John said, "wanted me to give you this."
"Dad, mom's not dead. She's just mad you were playing poker with the seven deadly sins last night and didn't like how Lust was looking at you."
"Understand the reason she looks at people the way she does and then explain that to her, 'kay?" Handing the boy a small, brown, leather bound book, John crossed his arms and watched how his son looked it over. He was almost a splitting image of his mother with his black hair and blue eyes. All but his chin and nose were from her with those two features from his father.
"What's this for? The pages are blank."
"You need to decipher it. It holds spells you need to learn, Keep it with you at all times and work on getting them to appear on the pages."
"Zachary?" Entering the bedroom with a knock, Zatanna, John Constantine's wife approached her son. "Oh, I see you have the book I wanted to give you."
"Still not talking to me, Zatanna?" John asked.
"Yeah, um, thanks, mom," Zachary told her.
"I wanted to tell you I'll work with you after school on getting the spells to appear. After dinner tonight, we'll work on getting the basics of it revealed so you can study them."
"And what are we having tonight, dear?" John asked.
Placing a hand on her son's shoulder, she looked him in the eyes as she ignored her husband. "These will aid you in strengthening your magic abilities. Always keep them on your person and refer to them if you ever need to. These are the first spells I learned on my own when I was a teenager and this book will keep them and you safe. Once you learn how to summon them, you will then learn how to use them properly. Unlike me who had a few mishaps now and then."
"Thanks, mom," Zachary told her.
Whistling, John tried to get his wife's attention. "Right here, love."
Sighing, Zatanna gently squeezed her son's shoulder. "And tell your dad if he ever wants to speak to me again, he needs to swear he will never play cards with that sin ever again."
"Again, Lust is always like that!" John exclaimed. "She always has and always will be like that! She's Lust! It's how she was made!"
"And tell him if he wants to eat, he'll prepare dinner tonight. Rack of lamb. Cheesecake for dessert." With a small smile, the dark hired beauty known as Zatanna left the room. "And he has to make it himself, no help from the house or otherwise."
Alone in the room, John and Zachary stared at the door Zatanna left through. Letting out a sigh, John pinched his nose and shook his head. "Gotta love the strong ones."
Grinning, Zachary watched as his father followed after his mother then looked down at the book before slipping it in a pocket. He then looked over at his desk where his notebook lay. He still had homework to do but with an incantation taught to him by his father in secret, it would be done in no time. Then again, knowledge was power and he did have a few hours until diner was ready.
Name: Zachary Zatara-Constantine
Age: 14
Meta Human
Occupation: High School Student
Gotham City
August 31
16:02 UTC
Within the garage of a two story house near the outskirts of the massive city, a teenage girl breathed heavily as she sat on a bench. The dimly lit room housed various workout equipment mostly used for gymnastics and were all put to good use. Sweat soaked her hair, which was tied into a braid down to her shoulder blades with a red streak flipping close to her left eye.
Taking a long drink from a water bottle, she let the cool liquid flow down her throat then sat the plastic container to the side. She still had one more routine left before her workout was finished, the rings.
Wiping her hands dry with a towel, she tossed it away then leapt three feet off the ground and clutched onto the hanging wooden rings supported by cables. It was a simple routine for her as she swung her legs upwards and performed a handstand before flipping around on one arm and going into a complicated set of twirls an Olympian would be jealous of. It was something her father and mother taught her to do and was second nature.
"Carrie!" called a woman's voice from inside the house. "Carrie, you here, dear?"
"I'm here, mom," the teenage girl replied before she dropped back to the floor.
Walking onto the garage, a middle aged woman with slightly faded red hair waited for her daughter to grab her water and towel. The woman, Barbara Gordon smiled as she embraced her sweaty daughter.
"Get cleaned up," Barbara instructed. "Your father's on his way for dinner tonight."
"Finally taking a night off?" Carrie asked.
"Looks like it. But you know him. We may not have him for long so we-"
"Make sure to be together as much as we can," Carrie finished. "Think he'll let me go out with him sometime soon?"
Shrugging, Barbara sighed. "I don't know. You know how he is. Dick's obsessed with keeping you safe after the Two-Face incident."
"Mom, he's dead. What's dad got to worry about?"
"In this city, lots."
"But I can take care of myself," Carrie argued. "I showed him I can fight, I can throw, and I can even keep up with him in the cave when he was my age."
"You think you can throw?" Barbara asked with a grin.
"You know I can, mom."
Reaching into a thin pouch on the back of her belt where her shirt covered, the former Batgirl unsheathed a Bat-A-Rang And held it before her. "Prove it."
Grinning, Carrie took the weapon and glanced at a dart board on the garage door some thirty feet away. She then wound up and threw the metal object, hitting just shy of the bull's eye.
"Good. Very good," Barbara acknowledged. "Making momma proud. I'll talk to him again. But just understand he worries about you. You almost died when you were young and he just wants what's best for you."
"But mom, I want to be like you. You were out there busting heads and solving cases with dad and grandpop. Damian was younger than me when he was a Robin. I just want my chance."
"And you'll get it, I promise." Hugging her daughter, Barbara patted her back.
Trough the thin spandex of her top, she could feel the scars from the burns her daughter had. They reminded her of her own, but instead of being from the flaming debris of a battle, they were from a surgery to give the older woman the ability to walk again. Memories of those scars her daughter now carried haunted Barbara and more so, Dick. They were a reminder of how close they were to losing Carrie at only five years old. She just hoped her common-law husband would see how the same could have happened to him and it was better to have their daughter trained for any situation like they were instead of trying to stay out of trouble.
Name: Carrie Grayson-Gordon
Age: 14
Normal Human
Occupation: High School Student
Atlantis
August 31
18:37 UTC
"Next up, Reef and Finn! Hurry and take your positions!"
Surrounded by a large group of teenage students, a military instructor waited for the two he had chosen to enter the training arena within a large dome-shaped gymnasium made specifically for those showing prowess for the Atlantian army.
Making their way from their places around the sand floor arena, a pink skinned humanoid Atlantian with a ridged fin centered on his head and a humanoid shark swam to two lines marking their starting positions. Both were outfitted in primarily gray training uniforms with blue patches on their abdomens, thighs, and forearms as well as brandishing training weapons they were most adversed in using.
"You two know the rules," the instructor said as he stood between them. "No magic. This is physical combat only. When I say stop, I mean stop. Understand Finn?"
Scoffing, the shark humanoid rolled his eyes, as much as one could tell if his black eyes rolled at all.
"I mean it this time, Finn. You so much as go frenzy out here, you will be kicked out of the academy. Do I make myself clear?"
"Sure, sure. I'll go easy on the squib." Grinning with a mouth full on sharp teeth, Finn rose his battle staff into position as Reef nervously held onto his twin axes.
"Begin!" the instructor shouted.
As the two students engaged in training combat, the rest of the ten person class looked on with interest. Finn was known for his natural strength and fighting skills, sometimes earning the right to go against two opponents at once. But the only thing holding him back was his inability to control his 'Frenzy' state where he acts on pure instinct and has sent four students to the infirmary because of it. He was a dangerous foe with no one able to best him, save one.
With the training exercise going on, a figure entered through a long tunnel located on the second floor of the dome. Swimming to the edge where a stone railing kept those upstairs from falling, even though they could swim, the figure stood and crossed their arms with their right one being a liquid form from the bicep down in place of the missing limb.
"You're done!" Sweeping the legs out from Reef, Finn leapt above the falling pink skinned Atlantian and drove his knees onto Reef's shoulders to shove him down the rest of the way. To claim the victory, the shark humanoid had his battle staff across Reef's neck to signal the end of the skirmish.
"Very good, Reef," the instructor said as the student got to his feet. " I see you have been working on your counters."
"Thank you, sir," Reef said.
"Just remember, we fight in water, that means we have three hundred and sixty degrees to guard, escape, and attack. Had you continued your momentum and flipped over, you may have had the opportunity to strike back."
"Thank you, sir. I'll remember that."
"Please," Finn snorted. "I'm the winner here. If this were a real fight, he would be dead and I would live to fight another of these squibs and do the same to them."
"Finn, this is training," the instructor explained. "There are no losses here. Reef did not lose, he learned, remember that. On the battlefield you do not get do overs and that is why we train constantly."
"I still won," Finn said with his arms outstretched. "I still knocked him down and landed a finishing blow first. That's all that matters in battle. Besides, there is no one here I have yet to lose to."
"For being so young you have an absurd amount of pride and overconfidence." Motioning for Reef to head back to the group, the instructor told Finn to take his place again. "Lorena, front and center."
Moving from the group as Reef retook his seat, a young , dark skinned girl swam to the unoccupied fight line and sat foot on the sand with the grace of a mermaid. Her black hair floated around her, looking like a mane until she swept it back and down behind her.
"Been wanting a rematch with you," Finn said with a glare. "Hate ties."
"Three skirmishes, three stalemates. Let's see if one of you can get a victory on the other for once." Raising his hand, the instructor motioned for the two to get ready.
Twirling his battle staff, Finn struck an aggressive pose. Across from him, Lorena drew twin metal rods from holsters on her thighs. They were slightly bent due to their design, and struck a defensive pose.
"Begin!" the instructor yelled.
Like usual, Finn attacked first, shooting forward and striking out with his staff in a diagonal attack. He missed as Lorena dodged to her left and stayed suspended in the water, her webbed hands and feet aiding her as she kept away from her opponent's strikes. She knew how he moved, always taking an aggressive fighting style and using his strength to aid him in his movements in the water. Like her, he had a lineage behind him and was trained by his father in his spare time.
Taking another swipe with his weapon, Finn telegraphed it purposefully and counted on Lorena to move like she did previously. Instead of setting up for another attack, he used his staff to lift himself up and landed a kick to her side, which she was incredibly prepared for as she blocked it and knocked his staff away. Feeling his point of balance disappear, Finn suspended himself off the floor and engaged Lorena several feet from the ground.
Lashing out with his clawed hands, Finn tried to grapple Lorena and failed as the young woman used his momentum and flipped him over herself by planting her foot in his hip and clasping onto his forearms. The shark humanoid fell to his back and let out a roar as he quickly got back up and shot straight at Lorena.
"Finn, calm down!" the instructor ordered.
The words fell on dear ears as Finn went into frenzy mode, taking wild slashes at Lorena with his eyes turning white from the protective film covering them like a normal shark's would.
"Finn!"
Counting on this, Lorena kept away from the attacks and had her weapons come alive, forming blunted swords, and countered every attack Finn threw at her until she created an opening and landed a knee to his jaw.
Not allowing him to get up further than his knees, Lorena wrapped him up with a pair of whips her swords turned into. The neon blue restraints held fast as the shark humanoid struggled to get free, chomping at the empty water as he tried to get closer to Lorena but to no avail.
"Finn," the instructor shouted, "you are hear-by suspended from this academy! I told you to keep your temper in check and still you went frenzy!"
Yelling something inaudible, as his growls and roars slurred his speech, Finn continued to thrash when he was suddenly enveloped in ice. The frozen liquid quickly covered him from the neck down and kept him from moving.
"You need to cool down, big boy," Lorena told him then dropped her whips. She then holstered her water bearers and turned to the instructor. "I used sorcery after I had won. He would have continued fighting."
"Same way I saw it. Good job. Your father would be proud." Giving her a bow of his head, the instructor received a salute in return as Lorena stood at attention and slapped a closed fist over her chest.
All the while, her father, Kaldur'Ahm watched and grinned at the job his daughter did.
Name: Lorena Clay
Age: 15
Atlantean
Occupation: Student at the Atlantean Military Academy
North Pole
August 31
18:59 UTC
With the howling wind, frozen snow covered white land, and extreme temperatures, one would consider the Northern Pole of planet Earth to be inhospitable. A normal person would be forced to wear large amounts of layered clothing to keep warm from the harsh elements with even that not providing enough to keep them alive for more than a few hours. But the teenage boy currently sitting on a snow dune wearing shoes, jeans, and a short sleeve shirt was not normal.
Looking out over the vast snow covered land, the boy with red eyes sat with his arms resting on his knees as the icy wind blew through his jet black hair, making the top flow in the breeze as the sides of his head were buzzed. His eyes were on the sunset, or at least that what he called it as the days and nights were vastly different this far north. Maybe it was sunrise for all he knew. He really did not care as it was all the same to him as he simply enjoyed the peacefulness of the area around him.
Gathering a batch of snow in his hand, the teen formed it into a ball, not with his hands, but with his mind. The ball then turned into a model of an otherworldly vehicle, a ship he had seen several times on his trips off world to that of his mother's family. It was sleek and reminiscent of one of the fighters in a movie set in a galaxy far, far away with its four wings separating as it rotated in his hand.
Closing his fist, he had the model turn back into a ball then had it form to become a delicate stem with small thorns. White leaves formed on it as the stem lead up to a closed bulb that slowly opened into a rose. It was a beautiful creation he had made as it glistened in the sunlight.
Bringing him out of the trance he seemed to be in, a sound similar to a horn broke the silence and took his attention from the snow formed flower to a small fuzzy animal running up to him. Smirking, he had the rose turn back into a ball and fall into his hand. As the animal came within range, he threw the snowball and nailed it on the head. The creature looked around itself as if it were taken by surprise as the teen laughed.
"Come on, boy," the teen called.
Responding, the fuzzy animal ran to him, making its sounds as it moved into his lap and was petted and scratched behind its ears. The animal, a polar bear, drooled as the boy gave it what it wanted and made a satisfying sound amid the teen's laughter.
"Finally woke up, huh?"
The small bear made another sound as it flipped onto its back to receive a belly rub.
"Got you something. My mom made them last night."
Reaching into a pocket, the teen pulled out a bag of three cookies, sugar, and gave them to the bear. He watched as the animal quickly devoured them, licking its lips once finished.
"Hmm, I see. You are so wise for being so young," the teen said. "Like a little furry Buddha. Hmm? What's that? I'm strange? Just cause I'm talking to a polar bear like a loon doesn't make me strange. What makes me strange is I'm carrying on a pretend conversation with a polar bear like he can actually talk and we can understand each other. That makes me strange."
The bear only sat and cleaned his mouth from the remaining crumbs.
"That and the fact I just channeled my inner Anchorman. Those make me strange."
Climbing up on the teen's thigh, the bear licked the side of his face. He strongly resembled his father with traces of his mother, most notably his bright solid red eyes.
"I think mom's got some left over fish she made for dinner. Wanna go back and get a piece?"
Making a low, playful growl, the polar bear cub flipped onto its back and rubbed itself in the snow. Watching the young animal for a bit, the teen laughed at its antics before hearing another polar bear from several yards away. Instantly, the cub flopped back over and called back before receiving one last quick pet to its head and took off back to its mother.
"Maybe next time, buddy."
After watching his animal friend scamper off, the teen leaned back with his arms supporting him in a reclining position. It was not until a few moments later when he heard his mother in his mind, telepathically calling him back to the house, if it could be called a house. Responding the same way, the teen gave a sigh and stood up. As he watched the glistening snow and his animal friend leave, he began to float into the air.
"Night, Fig."
Wishing his polar bear a goodnight, the teen turned and flew the way he came toward a large Crystal-like structure seemingly rising from the snow and ice. He and his parents literally lived on top of the world within the towering Fortress of Solitude.
Name: Carter Kent
Nickname: CK
Age: 16
Kryptonian/Human/Martian Hybrid
Occupation: High School Student