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Chapter 7 - Glasses
Clark was lazily watching TV, switching channels and doing nothing in particular when something caught his attention.
„-for now, we do not know how many people have this ‚Meta-Gene' in their DNA, but we can assure you there is nothing to be afraid of," said the reporter.
Clark thought about it. He knew about this, he had heard of this before. People born with extraordinary powers caused by the so-called Meta-Gene. They are called metahumans, and some of them were pretty powerful, too. Some metahumans used their powers for good, like that Black Canary, for example. The media called them superheroes.
Unfortunately, there were some metahumans who didn't use their powers for food. Those were called supervillains. A bit cheesy for Clark's taste, but whatever.
Clark knows he will come out in public one day. He just didn't know when. He was afraid of people not accepting him. People are afraid of what they don't undestand. A superhero like Black Canary is something entirely different. She is a human, and she definitely isn't as powerful as Clark. Clark realized something.
For people to trust him, he couldn't wear a mask. There was no chance in hell people wouldn't be afraid of him if he wore a mask. He just didn't know how could he lead a normal life if he didn't wear a mask...
‚That's a thought for another day,' thought Clark.
He got up, but he started to feel hot. Like, extremely hot. Especially around his eyes. He quickly closed them and made his way outside, he needed to go to the storm cellar. He knew his mother warned him that his eyes were glowing red sometimes. And he probably knew what it meant. Luckily, he had an eidetic memory, courtesy of being a goddamn Kryptonian, so he knew where to go even with his eyes closed.
He quickly opened the door to the storm cellar, came down, uncovered the ship and touched the symbol. Based on the sound, the ship lit up. He wouldn't know, his eyes were closed. He heard the concerned voice of his father.
„My son, what is it?"
„My eyes... they feel.. hot. Mom told me my eyes glowed red sometimes. Tell me if I'm wrong.. but I'm developing a new power... aren't I?" asked Clark slowly. He was sweating. A lot. He was never sweating.
Jor-El did a quick scan of his body.
„Yes. The power to release the stored solar energy from body through your eyes. I need you to listen, Kal. When this power develops completely, which will be in a few minutes, you have to aim for the ship. The Kryptonians metal and glass will absorb it," said Jor-El calmly, though one could see he was concerned for his son. Even though he was an A.I., he was a father first.
Clark nodded frantically. He could feel it. He opened his eyes and saw red. Not a metaphor. He literally saw red. He focused a little and was able to see everything normally, though in a red tone. He immidiately aimed for the ship, and sure enough, the ship absorbed the blast of his new power. He heard the voice of his mother.
„You have to focus, my son. Focus. Your body will listen to you if you command it to."
He tried to listen to the advice. He commanded his body. He focused. And sure enough, the heat stopped. Just to be replaced by his x-ray vision.
‚What the hell?' thought Clark.
When he tried to focus again to turn off his x-ray vision, the heat vision (yeah, Clark named it already) turned on again.
‚For God's sake!'
He tried to focus again. This time, FINALLY, he was able to see normally. Not red. Not through things. Normally. Though he knew it probably wouldn't be the last time something like this would happen. But how to prevent it?
An idea suddenly struck him.
„Mother, father."
„Yes?" said Jor-El and Lara in unison.
„The Kryptonian glass was able to absorb the blast of the heat vision," said Clark.
„Heat vision?" asked Jor-El with a little smile on his face.
„It's my power, I can name it however I want. Not the point. This glass was able to absorb the blast. Can the glass be modified so that I couldn't see through it with my X-Ray vision?" asked Clark.
Jor-El thought about it, after a few seconds, he nodded.
„I see where you are going with this, Kal. The glass can be modified and be re-made into lenses. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Jor-El.
Clark just nodded. „With these lenses, I would be able to create glasses. That way, when I accidentally turn on the heat vision or the x-ray vision, nothing would happen. The lenses would absorb the heat vision AND my X-Ray vision wouldn't work while I had them."
Jor-El nodded with a smile. The ship began to make some noises. In a few minutes, two thick lenses were in front of Clark. To Clark's surprise, the ship began to scan Clark's face. A few seconds later, a glasses appeared in front of him as well, without the lenses, though. They looked metallic and silver, almost black. Clark liked it. He took the hint and took the lenses and the glasses.
A few seconds later, the lenses were in the glasses. Clark looked at them. They weren't by no means big, but they weren't extremely small, either. They looked modern. Like the glasses people wear these days.
„The glasses are also made from Kryptonian metal along with the lenses created from Kryptonian glass with miniature traces of lead, as humans call it, which means you won't be able to see through them with your X-Ray vision. The Kryptonian metal is also virtually indestructible along with the lenses. I thought you would find a use for it," said Lara.
„Wait, I have a question," said Clark. His parents looked at him expectantly. „Both of you were scientists, weren't you?" asked Clark with a knowing smile.
Jor-El and Lara both had a proud look on their faces.
„Of course we both were. Where do you think you got that intellect from?" asked Jor-El with a teasing smile while Lara chuckled.
‚These are some sassy A.I.s,' thought Clark. ‚Well, now I know where I got that from...'
Clark thanked them and made his way inside the house with his new glasses. When he opened the door, both his father and mother stood up from the couch. They looked surprised. The glasses.
„Why on Earth are you wearing glasses, Clark?" asked Martha while inspecting the glasses.
„I developed a new power, and, well... I kinda need those right now," said Clark. Both his parents looked surprised, but curious. He told them about the new power and the reason behind the glasses.
„Oh, okay, then. I guess you will be wearing glasses from now on. They look good, actually. And they mask the inhuman color of your eyes," said Jonathan. Clark got compliments about his eyes ever since both he and Martha could remember.
„Yeah... they are pretty blue, aren't they?" asked Clark with a chuckle.
The next day at school, Lana, Pete and Chloe immidiately asked him what's up with these glasses. Of course, Lana knew that what he was saying was a complete bullshit, but she didn't pay any mind to that.
„Well, I need glasses now. Do I look bad?" asked Clark. All his friends just laughed.
„You look great. If anyone can look hot in glasses, it's you," said Chloe with a chuckle. Chloe used to have a crush on Clark in elementary school, but she grew out of it.
„Listen to the lady, Clark. You look great in them," said Pete.
They talked for a few more minutes before the bell rang. The first period was Math. Well, at least he would see Sarah again. They hadn't talked since their first date, which was almost a week ago.
As he made his way to the class, he noticed the empty hallways.
‚Damn it. Late again.'
He gently knocked on the classroom door and opened it. He apologized for being late and went to his usual spot in the back. He noticed Sarah and smiled. She looked up at him and smiled as well.
„Hey, Clark. What's with the glasses?"
„Hey. Nah, got them yesterday. What do you think?" asked Clark.
„Hm.. they look good on you. If anyone can look hot in glasses, it's you," said Sarah and Clark had to chuckle.
„What?" asked Sarah confused.
„That's exactly what Chloe said to me like 5 minutes ago," answered Clark while chuckling. Sarah joined him.
„Now, Ms. Wilson, Mr. Kent, this is not a debate club. If you already know these things, talk quietly," said Mrs. Adams. She knew Clark and Sarah were the smartest people in school, even among the teachers, so she could cut them some slack.
Both of them immidiately shut up. Sarah then carefully leaned to Clark and whispered.
„They make your eyes look a lot more gray, though."
Clark looked at her and smiled. They talked like that the whole period.
When Clark came home, he went to his father.
„Hey, Pa. Need any help?" asked Clark.
Jonathan looked at him and smiled.
„Sure thing, son. Could you lift the tractor for me?" asked Jonathan.
„Well, that's a sentence you don't hear every day..." muttered Clark with a smile. Jonathan heard him, of course.
„Well, it certainly isn't."
When they came to the tractor, Clark carefully lifted it up.
„Wow. It's a lot lighter than I remember it being the last time," said Clark. And he knew why was that. Even if his biological parents wouldn't tell him, he knew he got stronger every single day. He felt it. Every morning, he felt a little bit stronger. He wondered if he even had any limits at all. He will have to be even more careful in the future than he already is.
He just hoped he would be able to live a normal life.
‚That's a thought for another day, just like the superhero gig.'
After finishing his chores, Clark decided he would try and train a little with his new power – he especially needed to learn to control his X-Ray and Heat Vision, so that he could use them without accidentally turning on the other power. Well, to put it lightly, it wouldn't end nice.
„Hey, Pa?" asked Clark.
„Yeah?"
„Would you help me? I'm going to train a little with this heat vision, try to control it and all that," said Clark. Jonathan smiled. He was glad he would have a chance to help his son with his developing abilities. Truth be told, he felt a little left out because of this. That didn't matter now. He had a job to do.
Well, a mailbox, 7 scarecrows and a gallon of water later, Clark was able to fully control both of his abilities – the X-Ray vision and the heat vision.
„So... you don't need the glasses anymore?" asked Martha. Clark just shook his head with a smile.
„No, I don't, but I think I will wear them anyway. Just to be careful and for one more thing," said Clark.
„And what would that one more thing be?" asked Jonathan.
„Well, as you said before, the color of my eyes is inhuman. I thought about it. You saw the news, right? There are these metahumans and superheroes and supervillains and this kind of stuff now," said Clark. Both of his parents just nodded, don't seeing the point.
„Well, I noticed that some of them are pretty powerful, but they still are not as powerful as me. When I will reveal myself to the world, people will be afraid of me. They won't trust me. Plus, I'm an alien. There is a pretty big difference between an alien and a metahuman," said Clark.
Both of his parents just looked at him, still don't seeing the point.
„You see.. for people to not be afraid of me... I can't wear a mask while ‚superheroing,' .. the mask is what I will have to wear the rest of the time," said Clark. Now, his parents understood.
„I see. You will wear these glasses as your mask? They will recognize you" said Jonathan.
„I will have to think about it some more, but for now, let's just say that I will be able to do this. Somehow. Someday."
„Very well. It's your choice, Clark. We will stand with you no matter what," said Martha.
Clark came over to his parents and hugged them both.
„Thank you. I really appreciate it."
On the other side of the town, a limousine stopped in front of a big mansion. The door of the limousine opened and out stepped a man, approximately 6 feet tall with a bald head, green eyes, strong jaw and high cheekbones, wearing black business suit with green tie.
His assistant came to greet him.
„It's nice to see you again, Mr. Luthor."
Sooo.. yeah, I decided to put Luthor in here. Yayy.
6 feet - approximately 183cm.
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