Hi. Since I'm sick (again), I decided to use some of me free time and cook up a new chapter of my story. I hope you'll like it. Lots of action will be seen in the next chapter. This is just the beginning.
Disclaimer: I don't own Superman, Justice League, or any of that stuff. What a shame.
Chapter 24 - The Beginning
„Kent, get your ass in here!" yelled Lois Lane, the Pulitzer Prize winning star-reporter of the Daily Planet, at the newest addition to the staff of said metropolitan newspaper.
„Coming, Ms. Lane, just a sec!" yelled Clark right back, while balancing about fifty pounds of reports, accounts, registrations, and things similar to that in one hand, while in the other, he was carrying a cup of fresh coffee for Lois, who, without it, be grumpy otherwise. And nobody wants to see a grumpy Lois Lane.
Hey, even if you have the strength to lift a skyscraper like a feather, balancing a shit-ton of paper isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world, especially with one hand at that.
Slowly, he approached her work-desk, and gently put the mug, which read BEST REPORTER IN THE WORLD, on her desk while gently trying to lower the papers without them falling on the ground.
Lois just rolled her eyes and helped him with the papers, though a small smark found its way on her face.
„Jeez, Clark, be careful," she scolded him, the teasing smile still on her face. „And call me Lois. Ms. Lane makes me sound.. old."
Lois Lane was an (extremely) attractive woman in her mid-twenties, with her slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length raven hair and mesmerizing, purple eyes, but she managed to look intimidating nonetheless, even though she was pretty small. She compensates her lack of height with her heels, however.
Clark's been working for the Daily Planet, or ‚interning,' or whatever, for almost a week. Five days, to be exact. And so far, he has nothing to complain about. Most of the people are friendly here. Lois was acting coldly towards him for the first three days, but she warmed up to him, anyway. The only person Clark didn't particularly like was Steve Lombard, who worked in the Sports department. He was a bully, even at his age. And Clark didn't like bullies.
„Sorry, Ms—Lois," Clark mumbled.
She just chuckled and waved her hand, dismissing his apology.
„Tell me, Clark, what do you think about Lex Luthor?" she asked him, trying to sound nonchalant, and had Clark been an ordinary person, he wouldn't have picked up on the edge in her voice. She must've hated Luthor. A lot.
„I, uh, met him once, in Smallville. His factory was caught on fire," he said, trying to sound nonchalant as well.
Lois' eyes widened at that a little bit, and she leaned on hands, which were currently on her desk.
„Yeah, I remember that story. Some teenager saved his life, apparently," she said, while pointedly looking at him. Clark could feel his cheeks warming up, and he turned around, trying to hide it. No such luck, though.
„Come on, Clark."
Clark sighed and turned around, coming face-to-face with Lois, who was wearing a smug expression on her face. Well, not much face-to-face, for even with her heels, she was still like.. at least half a head shorter than Clark.
She gestured for him to sit down, and so he did.
„Now, spill. I wanted that story, but I had bigger fish to catch," she said, excitement shining in her bright, violet eyes.
Clark sighed a sigh of defeat, and started.
„Alright, alright. It wasn't anything big, you know. I was just in the area, I saw the fire, I heard some fire-fighters saying that there was probably one more person inside, and that they had no chance of making their way to him. So, I thought ‚screw it,' and went in," he said, trying to sound calm.
He was never a good liar, anyone could tell you that, including his own girlfriend. And yeah, maybe this story wasn't exactly.. true. Sure, the outline was pretty much the same, but some of the details weren't correct.
Lois just hummed in appreciation, she quickly thanked him, for which Clark was surprised – she never thanks anyone, according to what he heard about her. Anyway, Clark just smiled, nodded, and made his way over to Jimmy, who was, once again, editing some of his pictures.
„Hey, Jimmy. How's it going?"
„Toyman, I said I want it to be ready by the end of June, what is so hard to understand? The gas is ready, I just need the damn machine!" screeched Luthor, his tone full of frustration and exasperation.
„I-I.. I'll have it ready for you in a few days," he squeaked.
Luthor pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand, and sighed.
„I want it ready tomorrow. Got it?"
Toyman seemed to think for a little bit, and then started nodding frantically.
„Good."
„Hey, Clark?" asked Sarah, who was currently lying on top of him, her head on his chest.
They were currently in the Kent house, seeing as Clark ended early today with his ‚shift,' as Sarah liked to call it, and decided to run home for a little while. He didn't want to fly, as his clothes ripped too much from the air resistance and such.
„Yeah?"
„What do you think our shipname should be?" she asked him, her eyes meeting his, and with a teasing smile on her face.
Clark looked at her with a confused expression on her face, and then started laughing his ass off. Sarah punched him in the chest, though it probably hurt her more than him. Scratch that, it definitely hurt her more than him.
„Y-You mean, like.. Percabeth and-and Caskett and names like that?" he asked, trying to control his breathing.
Sarah looked at him, and smiled, seeing the happy and carefree expression on his face, it made a tingling sensation in her stomach erupt to a full-on surge of flying butterflies.
She nodded.
„Well," Clark started, „there are two options. We will either use our first names, or our last names, as the combination."
Sarah just nodded, a small smile still adorning her face. „Go on," she urged him.
„So, we will either have Clarah, or... Kentson."
She burst out laughing at the latter, which Clark definitely was NOT expecting. After a while, he started laughing, too. The scene must have looked pretty funny, two teenagers curled up together, cuddling in each other's embrace, and laughing their butts off.
After the laughter died down, Sarah wiped the gentle tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at him again.
„I think Clarah is the better option here."
„Couldn't agree more," he answered, leaning down and capturing her lips with his.
After their kiss, which was still magneficent as always, ended, Sarah asked him another question.
„How's your supersuit project going?" she asked, and she giggled (seriously? Giggled? She basically never giggles.. the effect this boy has on her) at the use of the name supersuit, while Clark just grunted in response.
„It's going good. I still feel like something's missing, though," he answered her, while looking into her silvery blue eyes. The color wasn't that much unique, but to him, it was the most beautiful eye-color in the world.
„Show me."
At the fortress, Clark showed her the unfinished version of the suit. Well, unfinished, because it was still missing something.
Sarah looked at it thoughtfully, when another question popped into her mind.
„Why the color-scheme? You know? The red, yellow and blue?"
Clark looked at the suit, a thoughtful expression on his face.
„There are two reasons for it. One, I know blue is your favorite color," she blushed at that a little, and he smiled, „and it's mine, too."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. „And the second reason?"
Clark smiled softly. „Because it signifies both of my heritages."
At her confused expression, he decided to elaborate. „Blue for Earth. Red for Krypton's red sun. Yellow for Earth's yellow sun, which is technically white, but.."
„I think I know what's missing," she said at last. He looked at her, surprise written all over his face, yet he seemed.. delighted?
„What?"
„A cape," she answered without missing a beat. She remembered the cape/blanket he showed her – it was indestructible just like him, and it had basically the same color as the S-shield.
„A cape," he muttered to himself. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he finally figured out what cape she meant, and super-sped into another area of the fortress. He arrived a few seconds later, a red cape with the familiar S-Shield imprinted in it.
Carefully, he put the cape on the suit, and voila, the suit finally looked.. complete. At last.
„It looks magneficent, Clark," Sarah breathed. She could imagine how Clark would look like in the suit itself. Powerful. Majestic. Godlike.
She looked at Clark then, his expression not betraying anything. It was the eyes that betrayed him. He looked proud.
The next day went painfully slowly, and Clark was starting to get bored. When you're a Kryptonian powerhouse and can get anything done in a few seconds, you tend to get a little bored. His prayers for something to do were answered when somebody shouted. Everyone looked in the direction of the source of the shout, which was, unsurprisingly, Jimmy Olsen, watching something out of the window with wide eyes.
Clark followed, along with most of the Daily Planet staff, and when he looked out the window, he couldn't help but be surprised. And horrified.
Metahumans, a literal army of metauhmans, were attacking everything and everyone they could get their hands on, using their various abilities. Clark focused his vision, and saw a tint of green in the air.
Air isn't supposed to be green, Clark thought, and immediately scolded himself mentally. Captain Obvious over here.
He knew he had to do something. Anything. With that thought, Clark started running, and once he was outside of the building, he took into the skies, with only one location in mind. His fortress.
In the Watchtower, the Justice League space station headquarters, the founding members found themselves sitting around a round table. In the background, various TV NEWS stations were streaming the current events happening in Metropolis.
„Do we know what is it?" asked Diana Prince, also known as Wonder Woman, the first woman superheroine.
„It seems that metahumans have gone.. barserk, for the lack of better word. We don't know what happened, or why it happened, but we need to send at least some of the Leaguers down there immediately," answered Batman, also known as Bruce Wayne, playboy and orphan extraordinaire.
Clark flew into his fortress at an incredible speed, breaking the sound-barrier countless of times – he had a suspicion he had flown much faster than he usually ran, but he didn't have time to dwell on that right now.
Clark went into the fotress lab, where he found just what he had been loking for – an S shield. Not just an ordinary shield, no. He put the shield at the center of his chest, and by the flick of his fingers, the nano-technology in the shield activated itself, surrounding him with his new suit/armor. Quickly putting the cape on, he immediately lifted himself up into the air, and started flying in the direction of Metropolis.
Please, don't let me be too late. Please, please, please.
I know, this chapter is kinda short, but don't worry. The next chapter will be longer, and a lot of metahumans, along with some Leaguers, will make an appearance. Please, write a review, I'd really appreciate it :)
