Who: Kon! Open if anyone wants to tag, but otherwise it's fine as a narrative! What: Kids are dead. Kon gets more stress and more split Luthor personalities. :D When: Today Where: Said orphanage Cade wiped out. On the roof. Warnings: THE BOY HAS ISSUES. [ooc note] Also Kon probably won't show up at the complex at all tonight following this. :D Feel free to notice if anyone tries his apartment.
Kon hadn't slept in days since Cade went psycho and attacked Allana. He did very little but patrol. He was very good about hiding his real emotion lately until Cade started taking it upon himself to play God. Clark had always taught him not to get emotionally involved, but he couldn't help it anymore. There were dead bodies and pieces of victims sewn through the orphanage. Searching it had taken every last ounce of super strength and will power he had not to leave. Clark had to him to look for clues to see where Cade might go next, but Kon found nothing. It just figured. He couldn't find a clue, he couldn't find Cade, saying his week sucked was pretty much the understatement of the century.
Add onto the physical aspect of the sucky week the mental that he was struggling with and Kon firmly believed that if he made it through the week without snapping Cade's neck then he deserved a medal. That was where his mind was at. It genuinely scared him. Clark said it was wrong to want to violently harm him, Kon had been taught right from wrong before. So why was he still leaning on the edge of the unknown? His Clark had always taught him that the reason they wore the House of El symbols was to bring people hope, not for vengeance and fear. People needed something to believe in, but what about super people? What did he believe in? What was he supposed to believe in when innocent children were thrown into the equation.
Kon had called the police from the roof of the orphanage. He knew he should leave, but it felt like everything was going in slow motion. Like his legs were bricks keeping him on the ground. Beneath him in that building were the barely recognizable bodies of children who didn't deserve to be a part of this. Who could have been saved if he were fast enough to find Cade. He should have found him. The sirens grew closer, and Kon sank down to his knees on the roof top, out of sight and simply out of mind. Those images would be burned into his memory forever. Nobody had the right to play god. Nobody. Luthor had done it with him. Created him to be a weapon.
Children were slaughtered with no rhyme or reason, and Kon took it personally. He'd failed to find Cade and cost them their future. The sounds of sirens were echoing in his ears thanks to the super hearing, but he didn't move. He couldn't anymore.