Title: A Hero Arrives (2/?): Sequel to 'A Fallen Hero'
Author: DCForever
Contact: dcforever23@yahoo.com
Feedback: Who doesn't want it? It is definitely welcomed.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama, Science Fiction
Archiving: Archiving is permitted as long as I know of where it will be posted and that all the above info stays intact.
Disclaimer: Lets get this straight...I'm not affiliated with anyone...don't have anything of major value. Think that about covers it.
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The next morning, Clark walked down the stairs leading to the lobby he entered the previous the night. Stepping through the doors, he turned to walk towards the front desk. The hotel was no where close to be inviting as say the Ritz, but it offered a cheap, one bedroom for Clark to rest the night away. As he approached the desk, he took in the decor of the lobby. The walls were wallpapered with a solid burgundy color paper and peeling throughout much of the room. The front desk was an antique brown with many years behind it...probably as many years as the desk clerk that rested in a louge chair behind the counter while watching tv.
Seeing the young man approaching his desk, the man stood up, grabbed his receipt book, and approached the backside of the desk.
"Good morning, young man. Was it Christopher...room 320?"
"Yes, sir...Christopher Clark." It was at that moment that Clark realized that he had accidentally used his real name when talking to the bus driver the previous day. He hoped that the small greeting with the driver wouldn't come back and haunt him. Clark knew that his identity as Clark Kent was no more so another identity was needed...that day, Christopher K. Clark was born.
As the clerk took Clark's money and wrote up his receipt, Clark scanned the counter top where his eyes came to a sudden halt. Reaching over and grabbing a copy of The Dailey Planet newspaper, he read the front page headline...'Thanks to the Unknown Hero.' Clark knew that it couldn't be about the events of the previous night. There was no way that the news could have spread that fast...at least not in time for a major newspaper such as The Dailey Planet.
Asking the clerk, "Do you happen to know anything about this?" Clark showed the man the article.
"Oh, yeah...that was what I've been watching all morning on tv. Every network in the city is covering the investigation of this incredible story. I've lived in Metropolis going on 42 years and in that time I can't recall a story as pure in heart, with the essence of blind justice, as this one."
"So what happened?"
"It seems that an unknown person saved a local college student from being raped last night. The attack was reportedly just a few blocks from here."
"So who was the girl?"
"I don't remember saying the student was a girl? Do you know som..."
Interrupting the clerk, "You mentioned rape...I only assumed it would have been a woman."
"Sorry, its just that a reward of 1 million dollars will go to a person that discovers the identity of the hero."
"Oh my...kind of wish it was me...I would turn myself in for that kind of lute."
The clerk chuckled. "Yeah, wouldn't we all. Oh yeah, you asked about the girl. Her name was Danielle Thomas. She's a student at Metropolis University and the daughter of the school's new president. He starts his reign this semester."
"So do the police have any leads on this hero character? Do they think the rape was pre-meditated?"
"What are you...a reporter? And who do you think I am...information central?"
"I'm sorry...its just a habit I tend to get when I find something that sparks my interest. So you said she goes to MU...pretty cool...that's where I'm headed this morning. Maybe I learn more about the incident from her fellow students and possibly some of her friends."
"Well, I do know one thing that might interest you."
"You got my attention."
"Mr. Thomas...he's the first president of the university not to be on the LuthorCorp payroll. Last month, I heard that Lionel Luthor himself paid Mr. Thomas a visit at his home and it wasn't a pretty sight. Those Luthors are so corrupt...I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them. I think Thomas feels the same. That could be the reason that he has insisted that the investigation continue."
That was news that Clark could have done without.
"Thanks for the room and the information, sir."
"Good luck at school and I hope you find the information you seek."
Clark knelt to pick up his two duffle bags and started for the door before turning back towards the front desk.
"Sir, can you tell me what happened to the men that tried to rape the girl?"
"Son, they didn't try to rape her...they did rape her. The police assume the rapist that was killed was the second on the scene...possibly the third. They found two different accounts of semen so they know for sure there was previous penetration." Clark dropped his head in hearing the news. He thought he had been in time...but indeed...he had been too late.
"Don't hang your head, son. You weren't there and neither was I. We can only wish the girl recovers and can find a way to forget what must have been a horrible experience. After hearing the news this morning, I immediately called my daughter in Seattle and told her that I loved her. I feel for what the Thomas family has had to endure."
Balling his hand into a tight fist, "So one was killed? What became of the other two?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head...the unknown person must have had some special forces or martial arts background because he broke the neck of the one and hospitalized the other two. They were admitted as being in critical condition. Both of their ribcages were shattered and they sustained some major internal injuries. One slipped into a coma earlier this morning and the other has basically been on life support since being admitted to the hospital. One of the doctors said that it looked as if they were hit with something extremely hard and powerful...yet, they were only hit once."
Shaking his head from side to side, "Oh, man...how is that possible? All that damage with one hit?"
"The police spectulate that they were hit by a metal rod or something. Its the only explanation they've been able to come up with. Personally, I think it would take a Mack truck to cause that serious of injuries to two indivduals, but I could careless in this instance. They got what they deserved...a taste of blind justice."
Staring the clerk down, "I don't believe in blind justice...just righting the wrong. Thanks again. Have a good day." The clerk shot Clark a quizzical look as the young man exited the hotel.
Clark retreated to the busy city sidewalk...much on his mind. He had finally arrived...Metropolis...the city the Luthors built...his new home.
(To be continued)
Author: DCForever
Contact: dcforever23@yahoo.com
Feedback: Who doesn't want it? It is definitely welcomed.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama, Science Fiction
Archiving: Archiving is permitted as long as I know of where it will be posted and that all the above info stays intact.
Disclaimer: Lets get this straight...I'm not affiliated with anyone...don't have anything of major value. Think that about covers it.
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The next morning, Clark walked down the stairs leading to the lobby he entered the previous the night. Stepping through the doors, he turned to walk towards the front desk. The hotel was no where close to be inviting as say the Ritz, but it offered a cheap, one bedroom for Clark to rest the night away. As he approached the desk, he took in the decor of the lobby. The walls were wallpapered with a solid burgundy color paper and peeling throughout much of the room. The front desk was an antique brown with many years behind it...probably as many years as the desk clerk that rested in a louge chair behind the counter while watching tv.
Seeing the young man approaching his desk, the man stood up, grabbed his receipt book, and approached the backside of the desk.
"Good morning, young man. Was it Christopher...room 320?"
"Yes, sir...Christopher Clark." It was at that moment that Clark realized that he had accidentally used his real name when talking to the bus driver the previous day. He hoped that the small greeting with the driver wouldn't come back and haunt him. Clark knew that his identity as Clark Kent was no more so another identity was needed...that day, Christopher K. Clark was born.
As the clerk took Clark's money and wrote up his receipt, Clark scanned the counter top where his eyes came to a sudden halt. Reaching over and grabbing a copy of The Dailey Planet newspaper, he read the front page headline...'Thanks to the Unknown Hero.' Clark knew that it couldn't be about the events of the previous night. There was no way that the news could have spread that fast...at least not in time for a major newspaper such as The Dailey Planet.
Asking the clerk, "Do you happen to know anything about this?" Clark showed the man the article.
"Oh, yeah...that was what I've been watching all morning on tv. Every network in the city is covering the investigation of this incredible story. I've lived in Metropolis going on 42 years and in that time I can't recall a story as pure in heart, with the essence of blind justice, as this one."
"So what happened?"
"It seems that an unknown person saved a local college student from being raped last night. The attack was reportedly just a few blocks from here."
"So who was the girl?"
"I don't remember saying the student was a girl? Do you know som..."
Interrupting the clerk, "You mentioned rape...I only assumed it would have been a woman."
"Sorry, its just that a reward of 1 million dollars will go to a person that discovers the identity of the hero."
"Oh my...kind of wish it was me...I would turn myself in for that kind of lute."
The clerk chuckled. "Yeah, wouldn't we all. Oh yeah, you asked about the girl. Her name was Danielle Thomas. She's a student at Metropolis University and the daughter of the school's new president. He starts his reign this semester."
"So do the police have any leads on this hero character? Do they think the rape was pre-meditated?"
"What are you...a reporter? And who do you think I am...information central?"
"I'm sorry...its just a habit I tend to get when I find something that sparks my interest. So you said she goes to MU...pretty cool...that's where I'm headed this morning. Maybe I learn more about the incident from her fellow students and possibly some of her friends."
"Well, I do know one thing that might interest you."
"You got my attention."
"Mr. Thomas...he's the first president of the university not to be on the LuthorCorp payroll. Last month, I heard that Lionel Luthor himself paid Mr. Thomas a visit at his home and it wasn't a pretty sight. Those Luthors are so corrupt...I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them. I think Thomas feels the same. That could be the reason that he has insisted that the investigation continue."
That was news that Clark could have done without.
"Thanks for the room and the information, sir."
"Good luck at school and I hope you find the information you seek."
Clark knelt to pick up his two duffle bags and started for the door before turning back towards the front desk.
"Sir, can you tell me what happened to the men that tried to rape the girl?"
"Son, they didn't try to rape her...they did rape her. The police assume the rapist that was killed was the second on the scene...possibly the third. They found two different accounts of semen so they know for sure there was previous penetration." Clark dropped his head in hearing the news. He thought he had been in time...but indeed...he had been too late.
"Don't hang your head, son. You weren't there and neither was I. We can only wish the girl recovers and can find a way to forget what must have been a horrible experience. After hearing the news this morning, I immediately called my daughter in Seattle and told her that I loved her. I feel for what the Thomas family has had to endure."
Balling his hand into a tight fist, "So one was killed? What became of the other two?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head...the unknown person must have had some special forces or martial arts background because he broke the neck of the one and hospitalized the other two. They were admitted as being in critical condition. Both of their ribcages were shattered and they sustained some major internal injuries. One slipped into a coma earlier this morning and the other has basically been on life support since being admitted to the hospital. One of the doctors said that it looked as if they were hit with something extremely hard and powerful...yet, they were only hit once."
Shaking his head from side to side, "Oh, man...how is that possible? All that damage with one hit?"
"The police spectulate that they were hit by a metal rod or something. Its the only explanation they've been able to come up with. Personally, I think it would take a Mack truck to cause that serious of injuries to two indivduals, but I could careless in this instance. They got what they deserved...a taste of blind justice."
Staring the clerk down, "I don't believe in blind justice...just righting the wrong. Thanks again. Have a good day." The clerk shot Clark a quizzical look as the young man exited the hotel.
Clark retreated to the busy city sidewalk...much on his mind. He had finally arrived...Metropolis...the city the Luthors built...his new home.
(To be continued)