''What on earth is that?'' Victor said, stumbling upon the biggest footprint he'd seen in his life.

''Maybe it's bigfoot.''

''It isn't Bigfoot,'' Victor said coldly.

''Not like it matters.'' Jermey pulled his sniper close. ''If we see it, we kill it.''

Victor looked out onto the trail ahead of them. ''That is if it's an animal.''

''What else is it going to be?'' Jermey looked around them. ''You're thinking into it way too much.''

Victor dragged his gun across the footprint. ''I met an alien once.''

''It's not an alien.'' Jermey's tone was sarcastic, but he looked a little paler than before. ''You're just thinking about it way too much. It's probably just a bear or something.''

''Does that look like a bear to you?''

Nevertheless, they carried on through the forest, and it wouldn't be the last time they saw its footprints.

''Stop,'' Victor demanded.

''What now?'' Jeremy stopped, and stared at the finger nudged into the dirt below them. ''Oh.''

Victor pointed his gun ahead of them. ''Keep your eyes peeled.''

''Yeah,'' Jeremy whispered. ''Right. But what the hell is it? Maybe we should head back.''

''This is the only path to the city. Just stay alert.''

''But-'' Jeremy tried to say, but Victor put a finger to his lips.

''What?'' Jeremy whispered.

''Listen closely. Do you hear that?''

Jeremy waited, before finally squeezing his sniper. ''What is that… is that...''

Victor did not respond. They went around the tree and saw the most horrifying image of their life. A man was being eaten alive. There stood a creature, hunched. Giant and jagged. Blood-red eyes. Nightmarish. It was eating a man and did not stop even as there was no bone left.

Jeremy's mouth opened. Victor covered it and hissed. ''Quiet. If it sees us. We're dead.''

The creature dropped the man to the dirt and slowly turned to them.

''Fuck!'' Jeremy screamed. He shot the thing. It took the bullet head-on and roared.

''Run, Jeremy!''

The creature launched itself at them. Bringing a hand over Jeremy's face, covering it whole. Jeremy was lifted high up into the sky, and Victor could only watch as blood rained down, splattering his face.

Jeremy fell to the floor, limp and unrecognisable. With trembling hands, he pointed his gun at the creature.

This was his final stand.

''Do your best you big ugly son of a bitch.''

The drive to the Kent's was slow. Very slow.

''Are you feeling nervous?'' Clark asked, looking at him through the front view mirror.

''Why'd I be nervous?'' Harry asked sourly. ''I just don't see why we can't just run there. And why do you even have a car? Isn't that sort of useless when you have super speed?''

''Because people would get suspicious if I flew everywhere I went,'' Clark said. ''And I do enjoy driving''

''Mhm. Maybe. I'm not nervous though''

''I'm glad you're not.'' Clark smiled. ''And by the way, my mom told me my cousin is coming over today, so you should be meeting her today too.''

''Oh.'' He said. ''You've got a cousin?''

''I do.'' Clark glanced at him. ''She is like us.'''

''Oh,'' Harry said again. ''Okay, so. I've heard that you're an alien, but are you? I heard that you are, but you said you've got parents and a cousin.''

Clark waited a moment. ''I consider myself one, although I wasn't born here.''

He stared at the back of Clarks's head, waiting for him to elaborate.

''It's a long and complicated story. I have only ever known earth, and only found out about my heritage… when I was already an adult.''

''So I'm an alien?'' Harry asked. ''Part alien anyway. You know, that actually makes a lot of sense. Normal people don't like me, and I don't like them back.'' He smiled coldly, and just one thought crossed his mind.

I wonder what you'd think of me now Auntie.

''We're here.'' They drove into a farm. He saw cows, pigs and horses. They parked up in front of a small, wooded house. Clark got out first, and he only did after being asked to. He trailed behind Clark, staying a decent pace behind him.

As Clark climbed up the doorsteps, he positioned himself so that he was hidden behind his back. It worked, Harry thought. He was taller than most kids his age, but also pretty skinny, while Clark was both tall and large.

''Oh, Clark.'' The door flung open and a greying woman pulled Clark into a tight hug. ''It's so good to see you.''

''It's good to see you too, Mom.''

Harry watched them with his hands deep inside his pockets.

''And you must be Harry.'' Martha let go of Clark and met him with a broad smile.

''Yeah,'' He said stiffly.

''Come on Harry,'' Clark whispered, not unkindly.

Harry walked up beside Clark, who pulled an arm around his shoulder.

''Harry, this is my mother. Your grandmother.''

Martha took a step forward and drew him into a tight hug.

''Oh, you look so much like your father when he was your age.''

''I do?'' Harry asked.

''Oh yes, you do.'' Martha let him go. ''Why don't you two come on in, It's getting cold.''

Harry followed Martha and Clark through the house. As they entered the living room, he stayed by the door and watched as a man and Clark shook hands.

''Son. The drive wasn't as bad as last time, I hope.''

''Not at all. I thought it would be far worse.'' Clark looked at Harry from the corner of his eye. ''Harry.''

He sighed, but joined Clark's side and looked up at Jonathon silently.

''It's nice to finally meet you,'' Jonathan said after a moment. ''Although I'm wondering why it's only happening now.''

''Yes,'' Martha said sharply. ''I would like to know that too.''

''It's complicated,'' Clark said, as he took his seat on the coach. ''His mother never told me about him.''

Harry watched the three adults converse, while he stood halfway across the room from them.

''Don't you want to sit down, honey?'' Martha asked.

''I prefer to stand.'' He said, crossing his arms.

Clark sent him a look, before saying. ''Mom, didn't you say Kara was going to be here?''

''Oh yes. She came back from college on Thursday.'' Martha looked at the door. ''She should be back soon.''

As if hearing her words, a voice rang out. ''I'm home.''

A girl walked into the room, who could only be Kara. She looked to be around 19, with hair the colour of beaten gold and eyes blue as his own. She looked across at him, and Harry immediately wished he never come.

''It's you.'' She said accusatorially

''...Kara?'' Martha whispered. ''Is everything alright? We did tell you about Clark's son last night, didn't we?''

''That's Clark's kid?'' Kara looked in between the three of them. ''You're joking.''

''What's going on Kara?'' Clark asked. ''Have you two met before?''

Harry studied at Kara. Apparently, she had powers just like him and Clark, with hair as blonde as Supergirls.

''I have actually. I had to stop him from kicking someone's head in.''

Clark looked at him. ''Harry, is that true?''

Harry scowled at Kara or rather Supergirl. ''They deserved it.''

''I see,'' Clark said quietly. ''We'll talk about this at home.''

His scowl turned to Clark. No, we won't, Harry thought angrily. As he got up and went for the door, Clark said, ''Harry-''

''I'm just going to the toilet.''

Before the door could close completely, he zoomed out of the room fast enough that Martha and Jonathan probably didn't know what happened.

Inside the bathroom, he locked himself in and counted the patterns on the ceiling.

'Harry, I'm not angry at you. Can we talk?'' Clark asked, knocking against the door lightly.

''I'm just going to the toilet!'' Harry yelled. ''Can't you just leave me alone for a second?''

There was a long silence.

''I will just be downstairs.''

He did not follow.

''I'm sorry about Harry,'' Clark said, as he sat down next to his mother.

''You don't have to say sorry about anything,'' Martha said.

''So did he inherit your powers, Clark?'' Jonathan asked.

''He did.'' Clark nodded slowly. ''Can you tell me what happened, Kara''

''I already did. I had to stop him from attacking this other kid.''

Clark inhaled. ''I see. Was anyone else there?''

''I don't think so. It was school time.'' Kara said. ''No offence, but what's up with him? I didn't even know you had a kid.''

Clark felt all the eyes in the room drawn on him.

''Well, the last time I saw his mother was before he was born.''

''She didn't tell you anything about him?'' Martha asked. ''Nothing at all?''

Clark shook his head. ''I have not spoken to her in over a decade.

''Over a decade?'' Martha breathed. ''She should have told you.''

''That long and she just told you now? I'm guessing something happened. His powers?'' Kara said.

''Harry didn't know who his mother was until I told him. She has not been in his life.'' Clark clasped his hands together. ''From what I can understand, he has lived with his aunt and uncle most of his life.''

''So she-'' Kara stopped midway. ''They told you then.''

''They didn't. He ran away from them.''

''What do you mean?'' Jonathan asked carefully.

''Why would a little boy run away?'' Martha asked. ''Clark?''

''I don't know the details, but I do know that his life with his aunt and uncle was… not the best.''

''Not the best?'' Kara squinted at Clark. ''What do you mean by that?''

''I don't know. Harry avoids the subject, but I know it wasn't great.''

''Those rotten, good for nothing-'' Martha said. ''Where are they known.''

''The last I heard they were still in England,'' Clark said.

''England? That explains his accent.'' Martha said before Kara added. ''I feel like there's something else though.''

There was a long silence.

''When I first found Harry, he was in some... legal trouble.''

''Legal troubles, what legal troubles?'' Asked Martha.

There was another silence.

''Because he lost control of his powers against his uncle.''

Finally, Harry exited the bathroom. He didn't go downstairs. Instead, he stayed by the staircase. An idea tugged at his mind. Perhaps they were saying something along the lines of, ''Oh no, he shouldn't have done that.'' He felt something hot rise from within him.

The thoughts burnt until he finally let in and used his super hearing. He listened. He listened as Clark told them about his aunt and uncle. He stopped listening then.

Just shut up. Harry thought. Why did he tell them, why did he need to?

He stayed by the staircase until a dazzling flash of red darted up the stairs. Harry got up. Backed up, but did not drop his eyes. ''What do you want.''

Kara's blue eyes flashed. ''You're lucky you're still a kid.''

His eyes flickered into a bright red. ''Don't call me a kid.''

Supergirl's eyes fell into the same shade of red. ''Are you really trying to scare me? I fight things every day that are scarier than you. Drop the heat vision.''

''Or what? Only because you're some big shot hero, doesn't mean I'm scared of you.''

''Okay, calm down. I'm not going to fight you. I'm just here to talk.''

It took several seconds, but his eyes eventually returned to their usual blue.

''About what? Are you going to try to tell me what I did the other day was bad? Or maybe it's about my uncle.''

Kara's eyes froze on him.

''Yeah, I heard what Clark told you.''

''You call your dad by his name?'' Kara drawled.

''I've known him for two weeks. Do you really think I'm going to call someone I've known for two weeks, Dad? Not that it's really any of your business.''

''Oh, shut up.'' Kara crossed her arms. ''Are you ever not a little brat.''

Harry glowered. ''Shut up. I'm not a brat.''

''Yeah, you are. And you take the cake.''

''Say that again.''

''I said threatening me isn't going to work.''

Harry gave Kara one long look. He took his hat off and let it fall by his side. He hurled himself at her, scything his right hand back. The walls around them cracked slightly. It missed and she took ahold of his wrist as if he were just a normal eleven-year-old boy.

''Okay, calm down,'' Kara demanded. ''I'm not here to fight you. Seriously, I just wanted to talk.

Harry ripped his hand free. ''Well, I don't want to talk to you.''

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Harry heard footsteps trail up the stairs.

''I heard shouting,'' Clark said calmly. ''Are you two alright?''

His scowl drifted. ''Why did you tell them.''

''Why did I tell them what, Harry?''

''You know what. I heard what you were talking about downstairs.'' Harry whirled around, picked his hat back up and stomped off to the toilet. ''You know what, I don't care. Call me when we're leaving.''

''I see,'' Clark said, upon Kara telling him what just transpired. ''Maybe it was too early to bring him here.''

''Well, I'm sorry,'' Kara said. ''I could have handled it a bit better. Arguing with an eleven year was petty of me.''

''If anyone should apologise, it's me, Kara. I have tried to be easy on him, but I think we need to have a long talk when we get home.'' Clark knocked on the door again. ''Harry, can you come on out? We're leaving soon.''

''Are you sure he's still even in there?'' Kara asked.

Clark's forehead creased. ''I'm sure.''

''Well, I can't hear anything.''

Clark stopped. He looked at the door, and this time he used his Supervision. Harry was nowhere to be seen, and the window was wide open.

''Oh.''

It couldn't get any worse.

Laura was muddied. She had been ditched an hour ago. And she was lost.

She sat on a log, hunched over. ''I should have never even gone with them. Why would you even do that, Laura?''

A crunch came from beside her. She froze, but once she turned around all her worries faded.

It was a boy her age. Fairly tall, with tuffs of dark hair poking out through his hat. He looked the type to be popular in school if it wasn't for his scowl and cold, blue eyes.

''Hey!'' She called. ''I didn't think anyone else was out here!''

The boy sparred her one glance, before walking onwards.

''Okay then.'' She muttered. ''What are you doing out here?''

''Why would I tell you?''

Laura frowned but still got up from the log and tried to keep up with him. ''So, I'm kind of lost. Do you know the way out?''

The boy sighed. ''How do you not even know the way out?''

''Well, I do, sort of. But I've been here for hours, and this forest is really big.''

''I don't know.'' The boy said without even looking at her. ''Why are you following me?''

''Why are you such a jerk? I'm trying to be nice.''

''Okay. Then will you stop following me?''

She pointed her finger at him, ready to unload, but suddenly, the clouds rumbled and rain began to come down heavily.

''I swear to god, this day can't get any worse!'' She yelled, and had no hood, or hat for that matter to protect her from the rain. ''But do you actually know your way out?''

She was ignored again.

''Can you stop ignoring me?''

The boy seemed to have gone still, staring at something. She looked too and felt herself grow cold. Trees were splattered in blood.

''Oh my god...''

All the boy did was sniff the air. He looked away, up at the tree branches, and the sight was enough to make her scream.

''What is that!'' Rain matted her hair and filled her shoes. ''No, no, this can't be real.'' She finally glanced at him, who acted as if nothing had happened. Cold as ice, he studied the corpses which hung from the trees. ''How are you so calm?''

''Right, like freaking out would be better.''

''I–I – we need to call the police.''

''You can.''

He bent down, trailing his fingers against the biggest footprints she'd seen in her life.

''Okay, okay, okay! We… we need to get help.''

No longer studying the footprints, he got up and stared out into the forest.

''I said we need to get help, are you listening to me?''

''Get out.'' He growled. ''Get out now.''

''Get out – get out? What do you mean get out?''

''I said get out.'' He demanded ''Just - you know what, I don't care. If you want to die then stay here.''

She squeaked. ''Die?''

A creature stepped out from the shadows, its red eyes glimmering angrily.

''Get out now!''

''What… no… what is that?''

It went for the boy first. Sending him flying through at least half a dozen trees.

''No.'' Laura croaked. ''No. I'm sorry. Please don't.'' She shot to her feet. It chased Laura, reaching out to her with its massive, spiked hands, but a tree suddenly pierced through the air. It snapped on impact, but the creature was no longer going for her.''

''I told you to get out.''

As impossible as it was, the boy appeared from the shadows, undamaged apart from the single trail of blood that ran from his nose.

''You're alive.'' She gasped. ''How. you're a superhero, aren't you?''

''No, I'm not a Superhero.'' He marched towards the creature. ''Now get out.''

''I'll… call for help.''

The creature growled.

''Just leave already!''

She whirled on her heel and sprinted off in the opposite direction, leaving the boy to fight the creature alone.