Who: Kon-El [Narrative] What:Panicking kryptonian is panicking. Oh yeah, and losing control of a power. When:Today! Where: Mr.Cooper's sixth period English Class, and then outside the city. Anyone in that class feel free to notice o.O...kinda hard to miss. Warnings:none.
English class, whoever came up with this idea obviously hates children everywhere. Kon thought dully as he stared blankly down at a white sheet of lined paper on his desk. What did we do to deserve an hour of writing and the MLA format? Chewing the end of his pencil, Kon looked impatiently up at the clock. The needle hadn't even moved. Was it broken? Someone really should fix that hunk of junk. He was sure it had been there since the stone age. Honestly that would make since because he was fairly sure so had the teacher Mr.Cooper.
A paper all about me. Past, present, or future huh? Kon put his pencil down on the paper and began to doodle idly in the margins as he tried to think of what to write. I can't talk about the past. What would I say? Luthor Corp science experiment, escaped Cadmus labs..yeah right. He would just think I'd been watching too many sci-fy movies. Kon sighed in annoyance. Okay present. "I really shouldn't be here. But there is this matter of an Apocalyptic future, so here I am. Sitting in your English class waiting for the end of the world." That was cheerful. Future.. To be honest Kon hadn't given much thought to his future. Especially not after the week he'd had. He wondered if it should be the opposite. If dying should have created some kind of mortality crisis effect where he questioned where he was going and what was going to happen, but it didn't. Then again he didn't fully remember. He tried for Clark, but he couldn't do it. The memory just wasn't there.
Looking up at the clock for the five hundredth time, he smirked at the doodle on the page. It was a dinosaur sort of. Chomping one of the hole punch marks as if it were it's pray. Can I just draw this assignment? Why can't we draw in English class. It's how the Egyptians did it. I swear Hieroglyphics were just created because a kid didn't want to write an essay. His mind wandered on a tangent as he went back to chewing the end of his pencil and looking hopelessly at the white sheet infront of him. Everyone around him had already begun. When he looked at his classmates Kon could see them furiously scribbling away as if their asses were on fire and the survival of it depended on the completion of that assignment. Kon really didn't want to think about himself. He hadn't since he came back and it was working out just fine. It meant he didn't have to think about the fight with Clark, or remember the fact that they'd nearly broken the city under them. Or that alternate Clark was an experiment like him. He could have ended up that way if he hadn't joined up with the Teen Titans and met Tim Drake. He could have been Luthor's little pet Kryptonian weapon and the very thought was sickening.
Kon put down his pencil and slouched slightly in his chair as he looked up at Mr.Cooper who was staring square at him with disapproval. Kon opened his super hearing to the city, hoping to hear a crisis or cat in a tree needing to be rescued, anything. Alas he was stuck in English class. No reasonable excuse to leave. If he wanted out he would have to come up with his own excuse, and his weren't very good. He was bad at lying. He blamed Clark for that really. Tim could lie without breaking a sweat or raising an eyebrow. At least the Batman had taught him something useful, what did Clark teach him? Farmboy values? How to fail at shucking corn and get Mr. Kent angry? Or was it how to fight for his own survival incase Clark went rogue.
Kon sighed and stared down at his assignment. His head resting in his hands, he glared at that paper. He hated Kansas. In that moment he hated everything. Clark had killed him, rationally he knew it wasn't his Clark but it was still a Clark. It still had Clark's face and that had been the last thing before dying that he remembered seeing. His brows furrowed and his eyes began to turn a deep red hue as he stared at the blank paper infront of him. He'd trusted Clark, he trusted anything he said and Clark killed him. He remembered it all. Dying, seeing the rage in that other Clark's eyes and the worst part of it all was being left to die alone. Clark had disowned and abandoned him, and then killed him. It was all true, that's why everyone ept blank posting at him. That was why they acted like they were walking on eggshells around him. He'd failed. He didn't know which was worse being killed by Clark or failing Clark.
Mr.Cooper was staring with shock in Kon's direction. Kon hadn't realized his eyes were red with anger. He didn't even realize the teacher was staring at him in all honesty, he was furiously trying to work through his own death and how to deal with the fact that it'd been Clark's face that did it to give a damn about anyone else. He felt a sudden blast of heat pour from his eyes and shatter the desk beneath him. Pieces of the desk broke off and caught fire causing every single eye in the room to move directly to him. "I..." He couldn't even think up an excuse. The fire was small and controlled, easily sprayed out by even a panicking Mr.Cooper. Kon didn't even stop to look back, he left his stuff and took off for the hallway. Leaning against a row of lockers for a minute, he felt his eyes burn again. He looking around to make sure nobody had followed, he bolted. He took off at super speed before anyone could even ask what the hell.
He didn't stop running until he was out of the city and his heat vision couldn't hurt anyone. It was there that he looked up into the sky and let it go. A single steady beam of fire into the sky that extinguished in mid air. Kon breathed in a shaky breath as it finished and his eyes stopped burning for a second. I trusted you. He thought as he sank down to his knees and stared down at his hands he could feel tears forming for the first time. He'd never cried before.