In response to one of your reviews, I never wanted to write a fic to show a four-year-old superhero. I wanted to write a fic to show a frightened future-super-hero, who just needs a mother's love, as any other child.

Hoping you enjoy this end part,

Thanks for all your comments.

Kisses from Saeshmea.

Mummy - 2

When Jonathan arrived to the town there was a lot of police in the street and a lot of people too.

"What's on there?" asked to Nell who had closed the shop and run outside.

"Some guy's are holding up the bank" answered her.

"Oh God! Martha's come to the town earlier with Clark, have you seen them?"

"They came before, she asked me for some flowers, I said her I would have them for this afternoon… maybe they're already home, Johnathan…" said her caressing his strong arm.

"Can I use the phone of your shop?"

"Yeah, of course… here're the keys"

Jonathan walked fast to the shop at the other side of the street and opened the door with Nell's keys. His hands are trembling… something was telling him that it wasn't necessary that he called.

Nobody answered after he dialled the number. "Oh, come'on, dear, take the phone…" whispered to himself "Please… please…" He was wishing with all his soul that her wife and the boy were just arriving home… but a shoot stopped his thoughts and he came back to real world… They must be there, and they were in danger.

Martha was sitting on the floor, as the rest of the hostages, and Clark was on her arms, with his little head on her shoulder, not crying, but very scared. His little eyes could just see the wall where the woman had her back against to; Martha didn't want him to see the guns, the man who still bleeding on the floor instead he was already dead… and neither the panic that every face of the hostages reflected… No, she didn't want her little boy to see that, she wanted him to believe that it was just a nightmare, a bad dream which they were going to wake up from really soon…

The three men had already taken all the money they could, and also all the jewels that the people who was there wore.

"Now, we would need somebody to come with us for a while…" began one of the three guys "… because there's a lot of police outside and they're not letting us to leave if we don't take a guest with us…"

Martha hugged Clark harder… they wouldn't take her baby if that was their idea.

There were nearly fifteen persons sitting on the floor. And the kidnappers began to look close at everyone as if they were waiting for a volunteer.

"What about him?" asked one, pointing one of the bank's workers.

"No, he's too old, he's going to make as walk too slowly…"

"What about her?" asked another in front of a girl of nearly ten years old who was holding hard her father's hand.

"No. Children just take more problems.

Martha closed her eyes wishing that to finish when she opened them, when she felt Clark's little hands grasping hard the back material of her jumper… Then she whispered at his ear "All's fine, sweetheart, the nightmare's going to finish soon. Mummy's with you… don't worry… mummy's not going anywhere…"

"What about YOU?" asked the man, ducking to Martha's eyes level. "You speak too much…" added him.

"No… please…" begged Martha.

"Leave the boy and stand up, come on!" ordered him rising himself and aiming Clark.

Martha hold Clark's arms a while to release him. "Don't open your eyes, dear… Mummy has to leave a while, but when you open them again she'll be here, ok? Think on what you want today for lunch…" She left the boy kneeling down with his eyes closed and kissed his forehead before stand up.

The guy grasped her arms and pulled her with him to the front door of the bank.

"We're going to leave…" he shouted "… with a hostage! If you try anything we're going to kill her, have you understand?"

TO BE CONTINUED…