How do you prepare for life in an entirely different world? The answer is relatively simple. You don’t. For the past three months, the most bizarre situation that Clark had found himself in was finding out that he was not the last surviving member of his race. He had grown used to the powers, the heroics, the life and death battles. He’d only just now gotten used to the fact that there may be more of him. But this? This was still beyond anything he could mentally handle.
He had arrived with more questions than answers. And the questions grew more plentiful with every second. Back on his earth, he was the sole hero of planet earth. At least, as far as he had known. Now he found himself surrounded by posters, newspaper articles and commercials centered around costumed crime fighters. It was too much to take in. Especially when he could hardly even remember the events that led to him arriving here.
But this world would not accommodate him so readily. The first thing he saw on the faces of others was fear. Not towards him, but towards another. A child, who for some reason was surrounded by floating orbs of light. And before him, a group of men. Heavily armed in clothing that could only be described as fanatic. Had he known more, perhaps he could have stopped what transpired next. Various slurs. Sermons of God. The word ‘Purifiers’. And the flash of a gun. He was forced to watch someone gun down an innocent boy. Context wasn’t needed to determine that that was unforgivable.
“Put the weapons down, now. Before I put you down instead.”
Figure things out later. Stop crazy fanatics now.
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