The Metropolis University Chronicles
Book 1: The Children of Genesis
Chapter 4
By: Web Spinner
Jon rubbed his eyes. He needed one long break. He had stayed up too late fighting with a super villain bent on conquering the earth but he had to study for a midterm as well. He had also missed a date and got chewed up over the phone. He just needed one long break from being a college student and most import, being Superboy.
"Jon, earth to Jon," Adam called out breaking Jon's thoughts.
"Huh?" Jon asked as he ran his fingers though his hair.
"Day dreaming?" asked his roommate with a smile on his face.
"No, just glad to be going home," Jon said with a slightly lopsided smile. Adam nodded as he put his duffle bag in the back of Jon's car.
"I bet your glad to get away from cafeteria food, huh?" asked Jon. Adam gave a little shrug.
"Not any more then normal college students, everyone hates the food here," said Adam.
"No, really. You know with all those heightened senses of yours, it must be two times as worse," said Jon. Adam couldn't help but frown. Jon had hit too close to the truth for comfort. Jon watched Adam's expression changed and sighed.
"Sorry, man. I didn't know you'd be sensitive. I just heard that blind people have better senses then normal people," apologized Jon. Adam grinned and nodded.
"Except for sight, right? I guess I kinda do, but I've never thought of it,"lied Adam.
"Hey!" called out a girl. Jon looked up to see a girl with dark brown hair approaching them.
"That would be Gwen," said Adam and gave a quick wave. Jon examined the girl quickly. Her long brown hair was braided down her back. Greenish brown eyes were almost hidden with a pair of glasses. She was wearing a comfortable pair of jeans that where slightly frayed at the bottom and a dark green sweater. She was carrying a duffle and a pillow under her arm. She was kind of plain and held no resemblance to her sister in the least.
"You must be Gwen," said Jon with a smile. Gwen cheeks turned a pit pinkish at the comment.
"Yeah, the one and only. Sorry about last night over the phone and everything," she apologized.
"Don't worry, you've been the only girl that's ever hung up on him," Adam teased as Gwen put her stuff in the back of Jon's car.
"Ready to go?" asked Jon as he climbed in the front seat and started the engine.
"Grandma! Mom's burning dinner again!" cried Maggie Kent as she ran through the large apartment. Martha Kent chuckled as she scooped her the seven year old girl and tossed her grand-daughter's curly brown hair.
"Martha, I don't know how you do this," said Lois as she threw her hands in defeat over the burnt roast.
"Practice, years of practice," the older woman laughed. Lois was getting better at cooking but the slender brunette was always more comfortable in a newsroom.
"Yes, when your mother and I was first married, all she could make was pancakes. We had pancakes for breakfast. We had pancakes for lunch…."
"I think they get the point, Jonathan!" said Martha as she reddened a bit in the cheeks.
"Ohh someone's in the dog house!" giggled Maggie. Lois couldn't help but smile.
"So when's our favorite grandson to return home?" asked Jonathan as he started setting up the checkerboard on the kitchen table.
"Umm I'd say around…now," said Jon as he opened the door. Lois couldn't help but smile. Maggie wiggled out of her grandmother's grasp and rushed toward Jon. Jon caught her easily and swung her around. Lois smiled as two other people appeared behind her son. One was a girl who looked slightly shy, the other was probably Jon's room mate, Adam. Jon had called earlier warning of his friend's handicap, which gave Lois and Martha time to clean even more.
"Welcome," said Lois as she hugged her son and his friends. Adam seemed to stiffen up to the motherly hug and the girl seemed somewhat amused.
"I am Gwen, Mrs. Kent," said Gwen with a smile. "Call me, Lois," she replied with a smile. Gwen nodded. Adam and the rest of the family made their introductions. "Well the guest bedrooms are in the back, I'll take your things," said Lois as the Kents came to greet their new guests.
"Oh come on, it's a chick flick!" said Jon as he rested his head against his palm. Gwen frowned as she studied the chessboard.
"Pearl Harbor is not a chick flick," she protested.
"There's too much blood, guts, and glory for it to be a chick flick," she argued as she moved her piece. Adam grinned as he listened to their banter.
"Come on, Adam. Aren't I right?" asked Jon and frowned at the chessboard as he tried to decide his next move.
"I think you're asking the wrong person here," chuckled Adam.
"Coward," teased Jon as he finally made his move.
"Shut up, Jon. You're just rattling now," said Gwen with a smirk. Jon raised his eyebrow.
"Pearl Harbor is just another Titanic just everything gets blown up instead of sunk," he said. Gwen rolled her eyes.
"That is an unfair comparison. Titanic and Pearl Harbor are nothing alike," said Gwen as she moved her piece.
"Yeah just three hours long," Jon argued.
"So, what you're say is that I am right," commented Gwen.
"I never said that!" disputed Jon.
"Did too. You said 'Yeah its just three hours long' so technically you agreed with me," she said giving him an amused smile.
"You know I think she's right," Adam chuckled.
"She did not win," he protested.
"Checkmate," Gwen stated as she moved her game piece. She folded her hands and grinned.
"Did too," she stated. Lois smiled as she listened to the conversation as she mixed some batter under Martha's close watch.
"So what's your major, Gwen?" asked Lois.
"I'm undecided right now, but I am leaning towards law," Gwen said with a smile.
"It would figure, you can out argue anyone," said Jon with a grin.
"So you're saying that I out argued you and you're admitting I just won this argument?" she asked sweetly. Jon stared at her flabbergasted. Jonathan chuckled. "Whoever marries you will have his hands full," said Jonathan Kent still chuckling.
"So anyway, Perry comes storming into the newsroom with black ink all over his face," Clark told. The whole table burst out laughing as the story about a prank on Clark Kent's boss finished. Adam took a bite of mash potatoes and smiled. He and Gwen had been welcomed into their family with open arms.
"So Adam and Gwen, how do you like Metropolis?" he asked.
"Not too different from New York," said Gwen with a smile. Adam heard her blood rush to her face with embarrassment. He couldn't help but smile.
"Not too unfamiliar, I lived here for a couple of years," said Adam quietly. "Really?" asked Lois interested.
"My father likes to move around. I was born in New York City and I've lived in about 20 different towns in 6 different states," Adam continued after a somewhat awkward silence.
"That's cool. I'm glad you decided to come to MU," Gwen said with a smile. "Are you Adam's girlfriend?" asked Maggie as she shoved another piece of French bread into her mouth. Lois threw her young daughter a look telling her that she shouldn't have said that. Gwen turned even redder. Adam made no move to tell them.
"No," she said and took a bite of bread to prevent her from having to say anything else. Although she wouldn't mind if she was.
"Adam?" asked Jon in the darkness. Adam groaned and opened his eyes. Jon was leaning a little bit over the top bunk bed and watching him.
"What?" Adam slurred sleepily.
"Do you like Gwen?" he asked.
"Why? Are you interested in her?" asked Adam as he sat up.
"No, it's nothing like that. She's cool and everything but.." Jon let his voice drop off.
"But what?" asked Adam hoping this conversation wouldn't last long.
"How do I put this? Adam, she's not that pretty," Jon admitted. He felt bad for telling his friend that but it was for Adam's own good.
"Why are you telling me this?" Adam yawned and asked.
"For your own good," Jon stated.
"Go to sleep, Jon," Adam commanded.
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"Well?"
"Well what? Does this conversation have a point, or is it merely a chance to annoy me, Jon?" asked Adam getting truly annoyed. Jon let out a large and dramatic sigh. "I just thought you'd want to know, before you two became more involved," Jon stated. "Why does everyone want to pair us up?" asked the exasperated Adam.
"I don't know but it's not like Gwen is ugly or anything…she's just…I dunno…sort of plain…like the girl next door kind of look, ya know?" Jon asked.
"Have you been up all night over this?" asked Adam as he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow.
"Not all night….well ok yes all night," Jon admitted.
"You're such a moron," Adam mumbled and closed his eyes. Jon, thankfully, didn't comment.
"Do you love me? Like I love you? Or am I standing still beneath the darkened sky? Or am I standing still with the scenery flying by? Or am I standing still out of the coner of my eye was that you passing me by? Are you passing me by? Passing me by? Do you need me like I need you too? Do you want me like I want you? Are you passing me by?"
Gwen sung turning the radio up a bit louder. Standing Still by Jewel was one of her favorite songs and she could sing it by heart but it was better with the music. She brushed her now shoulder length hair that was even shorter because Lois had insisted she should get it curled as well as cut.
"I can't believe I got talked into a perm and I've never had my hair this short," she told her reflection. Lois had made her wear her contacts, as well.
"Hey what are you doing in there?" yelled Jon as he banged on the door. "Painting my face," she said with a laugh.
"Hurry and finish with your war paint, Gwen! You're making me and Adam late!" Jon yelled. Gwen rolled her eyes and clasped on her bracelet.
Adam glanced up as Gwen came out. He felt so uncomfortable in a tuxedo and Jon wasn't doing much better. He could make out every curve of Gwen's body with his radar sense. He always knew Gwen was very curvy but she never wore a dress before. "What color is her dress?" asked Adam. Jon didn't say anything for a second.
"Black, it's one of those little black dresses," he said.
"So what do you think?" asked Gwen. She kept tugging on the short skirt nervously. She had never worn anything so short.
"You look really good," replied Jon. Gwen blushed at the surprise in his voice. "I'm sure every woman will be jealous," Adam assured her as he held out his arm. Gwen took it and the three of them walked down to the car.
Gwen had never been so glad to have spider sense. Her feet had escaped major bruising from the careless feet of dancing partners. Jon had danced with her twice and now surrounded by a flock of girls. Clark and Jonathan Kent had danced with her once. She scanned the crowd for Adam. She finally spotted him in the crowd. She paused to watch him. He was sipping some punch out of a delicate crystal cup. His tuxedo coat and tie had long been taken off and he looked comfortable in the crisp white shirt and dark slacks. Dark shades still covered his eyes making him unique in the crowd. His cane was, as usual, resting on his left side where he could easily grab it. She walked toward him slowly avoiding some dancers.
"So how are enjoying the evening?" she asked him. He smiled and took another sip of punch before answering.
"The speeches were too long, other then that, it's been good," Adam answered with a smile.
"Lois and Clark looked really happy getting those awards for best stories of the year," Gwen commented.
"Yeah," replied Adam with a nod. There was an awkward silence between the two for a moment.
"Dance with me," she told him.
"I guess that doesn't leave me much room to argue. I can't dance though," Adam told her but she was already leading him to the dance floor. The band started a slow song and Gwen wrapped her arms around Adam's neck.
"I can waltz but no one is doing it, so we only have to move back and forth," she said. Adam closed his eyes as she laid her head on his chest. Her skin was so soft and smooth. A faint scent of lilacs perfumed her hair. She felt so good in his arms, this fact surprised him immensely for he had never been really interested in girlfriends and dating. "Gwen?" asked Adam gently.
"Umm?"
"When we get back, do you want to go out some time?" asked Adam.
"What if I said no?" she teasingly asked. Adam paused for a moment thinking.
"I will bother you until you say yes," he finally replied with a smile.
"I really doubt that," she said.
"Oh really? I bet I could win in an argument against you," he commented with a lopsided smile.
"That's a hard task to do, Mr. Winters. No one has done it bef…." Her speech was ended as Adam kissed her. Gwen instantly melted under it. She felt her heart soar to the heavens, as the rest of her was planet firmly on earth. How long they were kissing, she didn't know. But when the kiss ended it seemed like everyone was staring at them.
"I think…you just…won," she managed to say as she tried to control her rapidly beating hear. The two of them walked toward an open window where the autumn breezes gently drifted through. A noise in the far right side of the room caught the attention of the couple.
"You will listen to me!" yelled a man. The room quickly became quiet and the band silenced as well. Gwen grabbed Adam to find out what was going on.
"Great shades of Elvis, what's going on here?" demanded an graying haired man. Gwen quickly identified the gray hair man as Perry White, the owner of the Daily Planet. The man who had been screaming for attention looked somewhat surprised at Perry White.
"You've got to listen to me. They're trying to kill me," he screamed at Perry. Perry raised a busy eyebrow in question.
"Who's trying to kill you?" asked Clark as he tried to calm down the man. The man was around his late fifties with a balding head of graying hair. He was clothed in a rather dirty trench coat. He had a wild look to him that made Gwen uneasy. Yet her spider sense hadn't gone off…yet. Adam's hand found hers and squeezed to give her reassurance.
"Those who control the project. You fools, you think I am crazy," the man hissed as he pushed away Clark. From under his trench coat he pulled out a gun. Several women screamed.
"You'll see," he screamed at them. Gwen balanced. She had not brought her spider suit and was helpless.
"THEY are coming, the children are coming to destroy us all," he yelled. What happened next, Gwen couldn't be sure. There was a flash of red and blue and the gun went off. Her spider sense gave her two seconds warning as she toppled onto Adam knocking him to the floor. The bullet planted itself in the wall where they had been standing.
Adam heard Gwen's heart beating rapidly, although he couldn't tell if it was from fear or adrenaline. All that he knew was she was on top of him and her new curls where tickling his face. He wanted desperately to kiss her but the now wasn't the time or the place.
"You saved me," Adam said.
"No, I tripped, stupid high heels," she explained as she got up and helped him up as well. Her heart skipped, Adam knew in a moment she was lying. Superman was now holding the crazy man.
"No, I am not the bad guy," the guy screamed at the hero.
"I'm sure a jury will decide," said Superman calmly. Adam jerked his head up as a click of a gun sounded. He picked out a faint heart beat in the rafters of the reception room. Someone was on the catwalk! A shot rang out and the crazy man crumpled in Superman's arms.
"Genesis 1:27," he managed to sputter out before he died. Gwen let out a cry of horror, as did most of the people. Adam clinched his teeth and looked up to the catwalk, the assassin was gone.
Book 1: The Children of Genesis
Chapter 4
By: Web Spinner
Jon rubbed his eyes. He needed one long break. He had stayed up too late fighting with a super villain bent on conquering the earth but he had to study for a midterm as well. He had also missed a date and got chewed up over the phone. He just needed one long break from being a college student and most import, being Superboy.
"Jon, earth to Jon," Adam called out breaking Jon's thoughts.
"Huh?" Jon asked as he ran his fingers though his hair.
"Day dreaming?" asked his roommate with a smile on his face.
"No, just glad to be going home," Jon said with a slightly lopsided smile. Adam nodded as he put his duffle bag in the back of Jon's car.
"I bet your glad to get away from cafeteria food, huh?" asked Jon. Adam gave a little shrug.
"Not any more then normal college students, everyone hates the food here," said Adam.
"No, really. You know with all those heightened senses of yours, it must be two times as worse," said Jon. Adam couldn't help but frown. Jon had hit too close to the truth for comfort. Jon watched Adam's expression changed and sighed.
"Sorry, man. I didn't know you'd be sensitive. I just heard that blind people have better senses then normal people," apologized Jon. Adam grinned and nodded.
"Except for sight, right? I guess I kinda do, but I've never thought of it,"lied Adam.
"Hey!" called out a girl. Jon looked up to see a girl with dark brown hair approaching them.
"That would be Gwen," said Adam and gave a quick wave. Jon examined the girl quickly. Her long brown hair was braided down her back. Greenish brown eyes were almost hidden with a pair of glasses. She was wearing a comfortable pair of jeans that where slightly frayed at the bottom and a dark green sweater. She was carrying a duffle and a pillow under her arm. She was kind of plain and held no resemblance to her sister in the least.
"You must be Gwen," said Jon with a smile. Gwen cheeks turned a pit pinkish at the comment.
"Yeah, the one and only. Sorry about last night over the phone and everything," she apologized.
"Don't worry, you've been the only girl that's ever hung up on him," Adam teased as Gwen put her stuff in the back of Jon's car.
"Ready to go?" asked Jon as he climbed in the front seat and started the engine.
"Grandma! Mom's burning dinner again!" cried Maggie Kent as she ran through the large apartment. Martha Kent chuckled as she scooped her the seven year old girl and tossed her grand-daughter's curly brown hair.
"Martha, I don't know how you do this," said Lois as she threw her hands in defeat over the burnt roast.
"Practice, years of practice," the older woman laughed. Lois was getting better at cooking but the slender brunette was always more comfortable in a newsroom.
"Yes, when your mother and I was first married, all she could make was pancakes. We had pancakes for breakfast. We had pancakes for lunch…."
"I think they get the point, Jonathan!" said Martha as she reddened a bit in the cheeks.
"Ohh someone's in the dog house!" giggled Maggie. Lois couldn't help but smile.
"So when's our favorite grandson to return home?" asked Jonathan as he started setting up the checkerboard on the kitchen table.
"Umm I'd say around…now," said Jon as he opened the door. Lois couldn't help but smile. Maggie wiggled out of her grandmother's grasp and rushed toward Jon. Jon caught her easily and swung her around. Lois smiled as two other people appeared behind her son. One was a girl who looked slightly shy, the other was probably Jon's room mate, Adam. Jon had called earlier warning of his friend's handicap, which gave Lois and Martha time to clean even more.
"Welcome," said Lois as she hugged her son and his friends. Adam seemed to stiffen up to the motherly hug and the girl seemed somewhat amused.
"I am Gwen, Mrs. Kent," said Gwen with a smile. "Call me, Lois," she replied with a smile. Gwen nodded. Adam and the rest of the family made their introductions. "Well the guest bedrooms are in the back, I'll take your things," said Lois as the Kents came to greet their new guests.
"Oh come on, it's a chick flick!" said Jon as he rested his head against his palm. Gwen frowned as she studied the chessboard.
"Pearl Harbor is not a chick flick," she protested.
"There's too much blood, guts, and glory for it to be a chick flick," she argued as she moved her piece. Adam grinned as he listened to their banter.
"Come on, Adam. Aren't I right?" asked Jon and frowned at the chessboard as he tried to decide his next move.
"I think you're asking the wrong person here," chuckled Adam.
"Coward," teased Jon as he finally made his move.
"Shut up, Jon. You're just rattling now," said Gwen with a smirk. Jon raised his eyebrow.
"Pearl Harbor is just another Titanic just everything gets blown up instead of sunk," he said. Gwen rolled her eyes.
"That is an unfair comparison. Titanic and Pearl Harbor are nothing alike," said Gwen as she moved her piece.
"Yeah just three hours long," Jon argued.
"So, what you're say is that I am right," commented Gwen.
"I never said that!" disputed Jon.
"Did too. You said 'Yeah its just three hours long' so technically you agreed with me," she said giving him an amused smile.
"You know I think she's right," Adam chuckled.
"She did not win," he protested.
"Checkmate," Gwen stated as she moved her game piece. She folded her hands and grinned.
"Did too," she stated. Lois smiled as she listened to the conversation as she mixed some batter under Martha's close watch.
"So what's your major, Gwen?" asked Lois.
"I'm undecided right now, but I am leaning towards law," Gwen said with a smile.
"It would figure, you can out argue anyone," said Jon with a grin.
"So you're saying that I out argued you and you're admitting I just won this argument?" she asked sweetly. Jon stared at her flabbergasted. Jonathan chuckled. "Whoever marries you will have his hands full," said Jonathan Kent still chuckling.
"So anyway, Perry comes storming into the newsroom with black ink all over his face," Clark told. The whole table burst out laughing as the story about a prank on Clark Kent's boss finished. Adam took a bite of mash potatoes and smiled. He and Gwen had been welcomed into their family with open arms.
"So Adam and Gwen, how do you like Metropolis?" he asked.
"Not too different from New York," said Gwen with a smile. Adam heard her blood rush to her face with embarrassment. He couldn't help but smile.
"Not too unfamiliar, I lived here for a couple of years," said Adam quietly. "Really?" asked Lois interested.
"My father likes to move around. I was born in New York City and I've lived in about 20 different towns in 6 different states," Adam continued after a somewhat awkward silence.
"That's cool. I'm glad you decided to come to MU," Gwen said with a smile. "Are you Adam's girlfriend?" asked Maggie as she shoved another piece of French bread into her mouth. Lois threw her young daughter a look telling her that she shouldn't have said that. Gwen turned even redder. Adam made no move to tell them.
"No," she said and took a bite of bread to prevent her from having to say anything else. Although she wouldn't mind if she was.
"Adam?" asked Jon in the darkness. Adam groaned and opened his eyes. Jon was leaning a little bit over the top bunk bed and watching him.
"What?" Adam slurred sleepily.
"Do you like Gwen?" he asked.
"Why? Are you interested in her?" asked Adam as he sat up.
"No, it's nothing like that. She's cool and everything but.." Jon let his voice drop off.
"But what?" asked Adam hoping this conversation wouldn't last long.
"How do I put this? Adam, she's not that pretty," Jon admitted. He felt bad for telling his friend that but it was for Adam's own good.
"Why are you telling me this?" Adam yawned and asked.
"For your own good," Jon stated.
"Go to sleep, Jon," Adam commanded.
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"Well?"
"Well what? Does this conversation have a point, or is it merely a chance to annoy me, Jon?" asked Adam getting truly annoyed. Jon let out a large and dramatic sigh. "I just thought you'd want to know, before you two became more involved," Jon stated. "Why does everyone want to pair us up?" asked the exasperated Adam.
"I don't know but it's not like Gwen is ugly or anything…she's just…I dunno…sort of plain…like the girl next door kind of look, ya know?" Jon asked.
"Have you been up all night over this?" asked Adam as he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow.
"Not all night….well ok yes all night," Jon admitted.
"You're such a moron," Adam mumbled and closed his eyes. Jon, thankfully, didn't comment.
"Do you love me? Like I love you? Or am I standing still beneath the darkened sky? Or am I standing still with the scenery flying by? Or am I standing still out of the coner of my eye was that you passing me by? Are you passing me by? Passing me by? Do you need me like I need you too? Do you want me like I want you? Are you passing me by?"
Gwen sung turning the radio up a bit louder. Standing Still by Jewel was one of her favorite songs and she could sing it by heart but it was better with the music. She brushed her now shoulder length hair that was even shorter because Lois had insisted she should get it curled as well as cut.
"I can't believe I got talked into a perm and I've never had my hair this short," she told her reflection. Lois had made her wear her contacts, as well.
"Hey what are you doing in there?" yelled Jon as he banged on the door. "Painting my face," she said with a laugh.
"Hurry and finish with your war paint, Gwen! You're making me and Adam late!" Jon yelled. Gwen rolled her eyes and clasped on her bracelet.
Adam glanced up as Gwen came out. He felt so uncomfortable in a tuxedo and Jon wasn't doing much better. He could make out every curve of Gwen's body with his radar sense. He always knew Gwen was very curvy but she never wore a dress before. "What color is her dress?" asked Adam. Jon didn't say anything for a second.
"Black, it's one of those little black dresses," he said.
"So what do you think?" asked Gwen. She kept tugging on the short skirt nervously. She had never worn anything so short.
"You look really good," replied Jon. Gwen blushed at the surprise in his voice. "I'm sure every woman will be jealous," Adam assured her as he held out his arm. Gwen took it and the three of them walked down to the car.
Gwen had never been so glad to have spider sense. Her feet had escaped major bruising from the careless feet of dancing partners. Jon had danced with her twice and now surrounded by a flock of girls. Clark and Jonathan Kent had danced with her once. She scanned the crowd for Adam. She finally spotted him in the crowd. She paused to watch him. He was sipping some punch out of a delicate crystal cup. His tuxedo coat and tie had long been taken off and he looked comfortable in the crisp white shirt and dark slacks. Dark shades still covered his eyes making him unique in the crowd. His cane was, as usual, resting on his left side where he could easily grab it. She walked toward him slowly avoiding some dancers.
"So how are enjoying the evening?" she asked him. He smiled and took another sip of punch before answering.
"The speeches were too long, other then that, it's been good," Adam answered with a smile.
"Lois and Clark looked really happy getting those awards for best stories of the year," Gwen commented.
"Yeah," replied Adam with a nod. There was an awkward silence between the two for a moment.
"Dance with me," she told him.
"I guess that doesn't leave me much room to argue. I can't dance though," Adam told her but she was already leading him to the dance floor. The band started a slow song and Gwen wrapped her arms around Adam's neck.
"I can waltz but no one is doing it, so we only have to move back and forth," she said. Adam closed his eyes as she laid her head on his chest. Her skin was so soft and smooth. A faint scent of lilacs perfumed her hair. She felt so good in his arms, this fact surprised him immensely for he had never been really interested in girlfriends and dating. "Gwen?" asked Adam gently.
"Umm?"
"When we get back, do you want to go out some time?" asked Adam.
"What if I said no?" she teasingly asked. Adam paused for a moment thinking.
"I will bother you until you say yes," he finally replied with a smile.
"I really doubt that," she said.
"Oh really? I bet I could win in an argument against you," he commented with a lopsided smile.
"That's a hard task to do, Mr. Winters. No one has done it bef…." Her speech was ended as Adam kissed her. Gwen instantly melted under it. She felt her heart soar to the heavens, as the rest of her was planet firmly on earth. How long they were kissing, she didn't know. But when the kiss ended it seemed like everyone was staring at them.
"I think…you just…won," she managed to say as she tried to control her rapidly beating hear. The two of them walked toward an open window where the autumn breezes gently drifted through. A noise in the far right side of the room caught the attention of the couple.
"You will listen to me!" yelled a man. The room quickly became quiet and the band silenced as well. Gwen grabbed Adam to find out what was going on.
"Great shades of Elvis, what's going on here?" demanded an graying haired man. Gwen quickly identified the gray hair man as Perry White, the owner of the Daily Planet. The man who had been screaming for attention looked somewhat surprised at Perry White.
"You've got to listen to me. They're trying to kill me," he screamed at Perry. Perry raised a busy eyebrow in question.
"Who's trying to kill you?" asked Clark as he tried to calm down the man. The man was around his late fifties with a balding head of graying hair. He was clothed in a rather dirty trench coat. He had a wild look to him that made Gwen uneasy. Yet her spider sense hadn't gone off…yet. Adam's hand found hers and squeezed to give her reassurance.
"Those who control the project. You fools, you think I am crazy," the man hissed as he pushed away Clark. From under his trench coat he pulled out a gun. Several women screamed.
"You'll see," he screamed at them. Gwen balanced. She had not brought her spider suit and was helpless.
"THEY are coming, the children are coming to destroy us all," he yelled. What happened next, Gwen couldn't be sure. There was a flash of red and blue and the gun went off. Her spider sense gave her two seconds warning as she toppled onto Adam knocking him to the floor. The bullet planted itself in the wall where they had been standing.
Adam heard Gwen's heart beating rapidly, although he couldn't tell if it was from fear or adrenaline. All that he knew was she was on top of him and her new curls where tickling his face. He wanted desperately to kiss her but the now wasn't the time or the place.
"You saved me," Adam said.
"No, I tripped, stupid high heels," she explained as she got up and helped him up as well. Her heart skipped, Adam knew in a moment she was lying. Superman was now holding the crazy man.
"No, I am not the bad guy," the guy screamed at the hero.
"I'm sure a jury will decide," said Superman calmly. Adam jerked his head up as a click of a gun sounded. He picked out a faint heart beat in the rafters of the reception room. Someone was on the catwalk! A shot rang out and the crazy man crumpled in Superman's arms.
"Genesis 1:27," he managed to sputter out before he died. Gwen let out a cry of horror, as did most of the people. Adam clinched his teeth and looked up to the catwalk, the assassin was gone.