Chapter 4: Questions Unanswered

The two boys didn't have very far to run as the pod where Cye lay was in the pond next to Sage's pod. As they approached the pod they could hear Cye murmuring softly.

"No…no don't leave me…I need you…please don't go. No……" inside the pod, they could see a pool of blood surrounding Cye and Kento kneeling by his friends side.

"Come on…snap out of it Cye! You're stronger than this!" Kento said firmly as held his friend's hand in his own and gently slapped Cye's face, which seemed to bring Cye back. For moments later, the young boy was slowly pulling himself into a sitting position and looking around at his surroundings.

"Cye are you okay? You had us worried there bud." Rowen said in concern as Sage and Kento looked on in worry.

"I'll be fine, however my own injuries are nothing compared to Chiclaria's." here he paused for a moment as he stared ahead silently before continuing. "The poor girl has been through a lot already; emotionally, physically, and mentally. Although I couldn't read her mind to see what happened to her, I could tell that she's barely hanging on right now. We must go to her and see what we can do."

"I agree." A voice behind them said. The four young warriors looked around for the source of the voice and saw Ryo standing against the interior wall of the pod.

"So what are we waiting for?" Rowen asked as he looked at his friends. "Let's go!"

*Back at the Hospital*

As the five young warriors made their way to the hospital, the young woman was facing her own trials and tribulations: like why was she so different looking from everyone else, the truth behind her past, and what name to go by in this strange new world.

"I like the name Clara."

"The name suites you perfectly." Kayla smiled as she recalled how the girl predicted the birth of triplets in Hallway B Room #345. "And for a middle and last name how does Ann and Rishii sound? Ann Rishii was the name of a kindly old nurse who used to work here."

"Clara Ann Rishii…" the girl silently mused to herself and smiled at the way it sounded. "I like that name."

"Then Clara Ann Rishii it is!" Kayla said enthusiastically as she jotted down the name on the girl's hospital chart. "Don't forget you have therapy at 2 p.m. in the afternoon."

"I won't. Oh, and Kayla be on the lookout for a bulky redhead wearing a yellow trench coat. He has a gun with him and will try to kill someone of great importance in Hallway D Room #546."

"I'll keep an eye out Clara, thank you."

*Later on that day*

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

In the therapy room, Clara stood in between the walking handrails and proudly took a few steps forward on her own. Then suddenly without warning her foot turned inwards and she lunged forward as she tried to step forward with her other foot.

I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me

For a few moments she silently bit back the hot tears of frustration that threatened to spill forward from her eyes and pulled herself back up to her feet and took a few shaky steps forward.


Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd: but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed: but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

As she struggled to finish the journey to the other end without falling again, Clara couldn't help but wonder where she was from, why she looked so different compared to everyone else, who she was before she came here, and most importantly why she couldn't remember what happened before she came to this strange time.

Up, up and away: away from me
It's all right: You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy: or anything:

*Let them say I'm crazy…they can think what they want! But the answers to these questions must be found so I can understand the purpose of my existence in this world.*

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

For now these answers would have to wait for someone else to find them for her, someone who knew her.

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

*Maybe it's because I'm special that I don't know these things. Perhaps someday I will meet someone like me who can give me some answers to these questions. But until that person comes along I will be alone in this strange new world.*


It's not easy to be me.

-Authors Note: Superman is performed by Five for Fighting-