Alright! On to chapter 2. BAM! Guess who's going to show up in this chapter? A bit of language in this one guys.

Jena walked down the street to "Big Joe's", the diner she worked at. She hated the late shift, but she was lucky to get that. It's hard to get a job it the big city. Way too many people. When she crossed the street Jena noticed two men behind her. She didn't think much of it, but just in case. Jena casually put her hand in her purse and grabbed her mace.

Unfortunately for her the entrance was down a dark, creepy alley. She knew that no one would be using it any time soon since it was so late. And the only other person there would be Clara, the waitress, and she was seventy-three. Jena did a light jog down the alley. She looked behind her and saw no one thank goodness. But as she turned back around, one of the men that had been following her was now in front of her. Jena slowly took a step back and bumped into something hard. She quickly turned and saw the second man that had been following her.

Oh dear.

"Well lookie here Jack. I think we've got ourselves a little mouse cornered." He said snidely.

Jack said back, "I wonder where she could be going so late at night?"

"Don't you know that big, bad, things lurk in dark?" The big one, that was not Jack, whispered in her ear.

Jena had a death grip on her mace and was waiting for the right time to use it. She didn't want to get one and not the other.

"Y...You guys need to leave right n…now!" Jena said in the strongest voice she could (which wasn't very strong considering). The big one made a grab for her arm and Jena instinctively brought out the mace and sprayed him right in the face. Jena started running for the diner door, then Jack, the one that hadn't been maced, captured both her arms and took her precious mace out of her hands and threw it down on the ground. The big one came up to her (with red eyes of course) and smacked her across the face.

"Bitch!" he screamed at her. "You think you can get away with that and not face the consequences?" He asked deafeningly. He back handed Jena across the face again. And again. And again.

Jena was getting dizzy and was barely holding on to consciousness. It couldn't end like this could it. Suddenly new life sprang in her. She started kicking and screaming like there was no tomorrow (if she didn't do that she may not have one).

"HELP!" Jena shouted, as loud as she could, over and over. The big one had stopped smacking her. She had been closing her eyes the entire time to block out the pain. Then her hands were released and she heard Jack making funny noises. She opened her eyes slowly and saw that the big man was crumbled next to her feet unconscious. She turned around and saw Jack dangling over seven feet in the air looking, with a pained expression, down at the man holding him up.

"I believe you own this young lady an apology."

Jack looked at Jena and whispered through his constricted air pipe, "I'm very sorry". He then started to plead and whine for his life. And as he realized he wasn't going to die, just go to jail, he fainted.

All this time Jena had been staring with her mouth hung open in shock and awe. Her rescuer came over to her.

"Are you alright Miss?" He asked in caring voice.

Jena didn't cry often, mostly because she didn't have time, but this incident broke the dam. She cried for tonight, she cried for her pathetic life, she cried because she was alone, and she cried because she just wanted to cry.

As her sobs started to subside she noticed it was pleasantly warm on what should have been a cold night. Then Jena noticed the arms around her. And her head was leaning on a (very) hard chest.

"I'm being held be Superman!" Jena thought with wonder. How many women wanted to be here? Would pay to be here? Jena felt her shock slowly receding. As it was, she noted that the Man of Steel had a peculiar smell. Sure the manly smell was there. But he also smelled like…a new book. She couldn't place it. Just that smell that made her happy when she started reading a brand-new book. Hmm. She'd think on that later, she better disentangle herself from him before he thought she would never let go.

As she stepped back he said once again, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking. And thank you for…that." Jena said softly. She didn't know if she was referring to him saving her or his holding her while she cried.

"It's all part of the job Miss." He answered back, making me even more confused. What did he mean? Did he mean saving her of holding her. Ooh. Her head hurt. Must be from all the smacking.

He turned ready to fly off again. Probably to save more helpless people. But before he went he turned back and said,

"Saving people, I mean." He smiled and flew off.

Jena stood there and waited till the police showed up. Apparently, Clara had seen what was happening and called. Jena gave her statement, and then headed to into the diner.

"You shouldn't be working after such an experience." Clara said, astonished she was still able to think. "You should be at the hospital."

"I will go, but I need the money right now so I can't afford to miss a night." Jena stated. She hated that that was the way life had to be. Oh well.

When she finished up that night she headed home. She was about to go to bed but thought of a better idea. She went over to Sara's apartment and knocked. A groggy and confused Sara opened the door.

"What do you want at four thirty in the morning?" She moaned.

Jena told her what had happened and if she could help. Sara was a nurse at the local hospital, but had to send most of her money to her brother in New Jersey, for some reason she never tells. That's why she lives in this dump. Sara checked Jena over and said she was fine and lucky to be so.

"So what was he like?" She asked hopefully.

Jena wasn't sure what to say. "He was everything we've seen on the news. He has kind and strong. And very good looking in tights." Jena put this in there to hear her friend squeal on delight.

"Oh I wish I could meet him." She said dreamily

Jena didn't tell her about what happened after he had saved her. She didn't want to share that with anyone. She finally went to bed and all she could dream about was red capes and blue tights.

When she woke up quite a few hours later and was sitting at her kitchen table, eating a turkey sandwich, again, her cell phone started to ring. Jena looked at the number and couldn't recognize it. She went ahead and answered anyway, thinking it might be the police.

"Hello?" She asked hesitantly.

"Hello. Am I speaking to a miss Jena Bret?" A male voice asked.

"Yes, this is she." Jena answered him.

"Good afternoon Miss Bret. This is Clark Kent from the Daily Planet and I was hoping to get an interview from you about last night's events." He stated pleasantly.