Just like I promised here's the next one! Chapter 6! have fun reading!

i-do-not-own-ANYTHING!!

"Bethany! Get to you room and get dressed, the buss will be here any minute!" Bethany cringed at the squeaky voice of their 'Aunt' Marcie. The old woman had a scowl on her face, and she looked about ready to kill.

Beth nodded and quickly ran down the hall to her room. She slowly sat down on her bed and stared at the floor. Why had she been put with this lady of all people? She was suppose to be an old friend of her parents, but Bethany had her doubts.

Her younger brother Carson, interrupted her thoughts as he solemnly entered her room. She studied him closely. His short and thin body showed no strength whatsoever, he looked nearly twelve, when he was really fourteen. Bethany shook her head as she thought about it, but she knew that, that little body had speed built up in it . . . A lot of speed. 'The pour boy just needs to eat more,' was always her first thought but she quickly dismissed it. He ate enough already. Even if that was so, she had never seen him so sad in his life. He came and sat by her on the bed, showing his sorrow with his slumping shoulders.

"Beth . . ." He said quietly then looked up at her. "I miss him." The words hit her hard. It had been at least a couple weeks since the incident and she had tried to put it out of her mind. But the story never seemed to go, and even now she could recall that entire morning . . .

Carson and Bethany Follter sat across from their uncle at the table finishing up their breakfast. The minute the bowl of cereal was set in front of the fourteen year old boy, it was gone. In a moment's time Carson had gobbled down the entire thing.

"Mm, you put extra sugar, didn't you, Uncle Perry?" He asked quickly then before the man could answer, he let out a large burp. His sister Bethany hit him in the arm.

"Ew, your so rude!" Bethany exclaimed. Though her brother was one of the most annoying boys she had ever known, they were closer than most siblings. If Carson got himself into trouble, like he always did, his fifteen year old sister was there to help him.

"Yeah, and you hit so hard I think you just broke my arm!" He said while rubbing his arm and putting on a mock expression of pain.

"So?"

"So! So why is my eating so fast rude!"

"That's not why I said you were rude! You're being rude when you burped!"

"Well-" Carson was interrupted when Uncle Perry stood up abruptly from his chair. His very thin grey and white hair and bright blue eyes looked very different from his niece ad nephew's blond hair and brown eyes, but as he stood up and stared at them angrily, all countenance of an old man left him and all that was left was a harsh wise man.

"Look you two, I'm tired of your bickering! I know being siblings, it's fun for you but right now I just need some peace and quiet right now. I have a killing headache, so could you please keep the noise down?" They both nodded and ended with a 'yes Uncle,' and left the room to get ready for school.

Once they were near the front of the house, they looked at each other with a smile on their faces, then burst into laughter.

"I heard that!" Their Uncle shouted from the other room with a little mirth in his voice, which only made them both laugh even more. Finally, when the laughter died down, Carson spoke.

"Hey, Beth, you wanna race to school?" Carson said with excitement in his voice.

"Oh, you know you would just wi-" This time Bethany was the one interrupted by a noise made by Uncle Perry, but this time it wasn't something they would ever want to hear.

A loud crash came from the kitchen where they had just eaten. They both went quickly to the other room to find Uncle Perry, on the floor, barely breathing. Bethany immediately rushed to his side.

"Uncle Perry! Carson quick call an ambulance!" Carson dashed over to the phone and called 911, while Bethany stayed next to her uncle.

"Be-Beth . . ." Perry grasped Bethany's sleeve still trying to get out labored breaths.

"I'm right here Uncle, you don't have-" He interrupted her as he spoke.

"It's-it's under the . . . The lartenen belt." His last words were garbled as he slowly lost all life within him. His head rolled to the side and his hand fell limp against her arm.

"Uncle?" She whispered, but she knew it was over. "Uncle! Uncle, please no! No!" She screamed as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

She grasped the old man's hand and cried. She looked up to see that Carson had dropped the phone and now stood near her just staring at the body, just staring. What could he do? He fell on his knees beside her as the tears began to flow. As the sound of ambulances rang in the back of their minds, Bethany pulled her younger brother in her arms, and together they cried together for the loss of their only family left.

Bethany sighed as a tear ran down her cheek. She still remembered. How could she forget? She turned to see tears in Carson's eyes as well, and she knew that he had just played it over in his mind.

"I miss him too, Car." She said softly and he couldn't help but let a smile slip with the sound of his old nickname. He nudged her softly.

"Hey, didn't I say not to call me a car anymore." He said with laughter in his voice. She couldn't help but smile at seeing his large shining grin again.

"So . . ." She began to float a couple inches off the ground. Yes, flying was her gift, and she loved it. There were many times where she almost got caught doing it too, but she didn't care; she would do it anyway.

"You wanna race to school?" Carson finished her sentence for her with a even bigger smile growing.

"Oh, you know you would just win."

"Oh, come on! Your faster when you fly!"

"Your fast enough yourself!"

"Not as fast as Flash! By the way did you see him on the news yesterday? He was awesome!" Carson retorted with excitement building up.

"No I didn't, and you always think Flash is awesome."

"So?"

"So . . .?"

"So . . . Ready, set, go!" Carson shouted and they both bolted down the hall in a rush. Just as they got to the door they slammed into the last person they expected to see, and running into this person nearly through them against the opposite wall.

"Ouch! What did we hit? A plane?" Carson said sarcastically as he got up off the floor to stand by his sister who had already gotten up.

"Close, very close." She responded not looking at him.

"What do you mean clo-" Carson stopped in mid sentence as he saw who now stood in front of him. His mouth was just to busy hanging open to finish his sentence. As soon as his jaw was hinged he spoke.

"Whoa! Superman!"

"Are you Bethany and Carson Follter?" Superman said with a smile, as he chuckled inwardly at Carson's reaction.

"Yeah, we are. Um, did we do something wrong . . . Superman?" Bethany asked trying her best to be calm.

"No, but you have been chosen to be able to audition to be a Justice League apprentice. You'll be able to stay in the watchtower and you'll train to become a hero. I met your guardian outside, she said it was fine. But if you don't make it you'll have to come back. Are you willing to try it out?" Superman asked them kindly, in his boy scout kind of way.

All of this sounded wonderful to the two teenage met humans. A chance to get away from this place and be able to live somewhere, where there wasn't an angry woman yelling at you 24/7. Even more, they could become heroes, that's all Carson and Bethany had ever dreamed of, which of course is what led to their answer.

"Yes!" Both answered.

"Alright then, let's go." He told them then told Mr. Terrific they were ready. Just before they were about to be transported to the watchtower, Carson couldn't help but ask one last thing.

"Could we really become heroes?"

"Yes, if you get through the auditions, and your training, you could be."

So tell me how I did with this one! I don't have anymore written right now so it might be a couple days before I update, but I WILL! So, just review and we'll see.