A/N: Hi, everyone! I'm sorry I forgot yesterday when I posted the first chapter, but here is the very first A/N for this story. I'm shocked and amazed at the response I've gotten so far, I mean it only had one chapter! I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, faved, or alerted this story, and I hope to add more of you to that list soon!

I'm sorry this is so short, but it's what I've got, and I thought the next chapter will best be separate, as I plan on it returning to Supergirl's POV, or at least centering her in it.

Please keep in mind that I'm not too good at keeping up with DC comics, shows, and all that stuff. I'm usually more of a Marvel girl, but I'll do my best to keep everything correct, where I can.

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Superboy was training with the others, but it was obvious he was off his game. The last few weeks he had been having dreams of giant white robots, an empty metal room, and a strange girl. She was always in his dreams, fighting robots, training on bags and obstacle courses, being fed information by G-gnomes, but then there were the worse ones.

Sometimes he would see her strapped down on a cold metal table, while scientists stabbed her with needles. There were times when he was forced to watch her get slashed again and again with knives while she bit her lips to hold back screams. She was cut up by lasers, injected with strange mixtures that seemed to cause her pain, and forced again and again to fight and train against foes she couldn't beat. But in his latest dream... She had finally beaten the training program. He didn't know what would happen next.

Superboy was punching a bag, practicing holding back his powers to fit in. He had to hold back his super strength, but still make it look like a real punch. Black Canary had given up on trying to make him not cause trouble at school, so instead she was teaching him to make normal trouble, instead of super trouble. Which, unluckily for him, included toning down his punches, not denting furniture or anything else, and keeping his anger in check.

The whole team came over to watch him after they finished their workouts, and he was still going. Wally was munching on an energy bar, leaning his shoulder on M'gann, who was staring at Superboy as usual, but this time she seemed almost... worried. Artemis was talking with Kaldur and Robin, who were looking even more serious than usual. Everyone was in uniform, and they were acting strange. Even for them.

Superboy stopped thinking about his friends and thought more on the girl. He didn't know who she was, or if she was even real. If she was, why was he seeing her in his dreams, and where was she? She obviously had powers, but where did they come from, and can she control them? He had so many questions, and he wasn't even close to getting the answers.

"Heeeyaa!" The bag was knocked bag into the far wall with a Bang, his friends staring in shock at Superboy, who just stood there panting from the effort of both holding back then switching strength so suddenly.

"What was-"

"Superboy-"

"Wait!-"

"Conner com-"

But he ignored them all, storming out of the training room, heading straight for his bedroom. He slammed the door to his room behind him, going over to sit on the foot of his bed. Superboy buried his head in his hands, raising them to look at his palms. My anger is getting out of control. I need to find out more about her. I need to know who she is, and why I keep seeing her. But for now, I need to get some sleep.

Superboy lay back on his bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. What he didn't know was that he would get his answers all too soon. And he wouldn't like them one bit.

In a dark room, giant TV screens displayed blurry white images, with only the vague outlines of creatures, some humanoid, some...not. There were seven all told, and the blue/green backgrounds faintly glowed, as did the white figures. They were The Light, and they were in charge of Cadmus. And Cadmus was in charge of Project Superclone.

"How is Project Superclone doing?" One asked.

"Extremely well. It should be able to destroy the Justice League and their pathetic sidekicks soon. I have just one more test for it. The Justice League simulation. The robots have been made especially to think, act, and fight like the Justice League. I can choose from thousands of places to make the simulation room turn into. If it can beat them in their own cities, their own places of power and refuge, it will be able to do what none have done before. Destroy the Justice League, and bring their bodies to us. Imagine the clones we could make, the tests and DNA we could use and create! It will recapture Project Kr, and the two of them will be our perfect weapons. It is an amazing fighter, considering it has only a limited amount of Superman's strength and invincibility. The Superboy is for charging into the fight and punching them till they stop fighting. The Supergirl is for darting in and out, taking down the toughest of opponents with speed and skill alone, and so far, it has excelled at that. In a few more days, we can unleash it on the world. And the world will be ours!" Another answered, the one in charge of supervising Project Superclone.

"Heeheeheeheehee!"

"Haahahaahaahaaaha!" The Light laughed, and it echoed around the big room, haunting and creepy, as they celebrated the end of the world as everyone knew it. The world better hope they were celebrating too soon.