I was surprised that Laura Lang didn't call the cops at first, then I realized that she would be the most suspicious person in her husband's sudden disappearance.
Plus, there was no easily noticeable evidence. I broke into their place several more times to try and remove all the evidence I left behind, nothing really pointing towards me specifically, but I'm talking about pieces of brain matter and not-quite vaporized bone residue. I was really thorough.
As for the body and the clothes he was wearing? I was way too sloppy.
After my second and more serious bout of post-nut clarity, also hunting down and eliminating my escaped ejaculate, I decided to deal with the corpse more seriously.
Let's be honest, the police are never gonna find anything. Lex Luthor would scold me for being careless, but he wouldn't really care one way or the other about me killing some dude by accident.
To be totally honest, my biggest concern is Batman. Nobody else would actually care that much. Only Batman would be quite that autistic. Batman didn't even know me, yet.
But he would know me sooner or later and I didn't wanna have to deal with his self-righteous bullshit if I could avoid it.
Plus, by destroying the evidence of Lewis Lang's death, then I could prevent Laura and Lana to a certain extent.
I did feel kinda bad about killing the girl's father. Regardless of whether he was biological or not, he raised the girl and she probably loved him. Didn't want a potential Witch to have a grudge against me…
At least her father didn't haunt me like Lena's Mom back then.
Not sure whether it was Lana's mother or father who had magical ancestry though. Either way, I practiced my heat-vision and control by finding and annihilating the guy's clothes and what was left of his biological tissues.
The impact splattered his whole body across the frozen lake. Fish, crabs and other creatures in the lake would take care of a lot of the biological tissues. The shattered bones would need my personal attention to destroy. Same with the pieces of clothing.
It took what felt like days, but the sun still hadn't come up yet by the time I was finished. Then I sat on Lana's roof and sighed, listening to the hysterically crying little girl being comforted by her surprisingly calm mother.
"Lana, listen to me." Once the girl finally calmed down, her mother told her seriously, "Everything you saw tonight… You have to pretend like it never happened. We don't know what happened to your father."
"He's dead! A monster came and killed him, then ate him!" Lana wasn't exactly wrong in a sense.
"Lana, promise me. You can't tell anyone about any of this." Hearing her mother say that, I looked down through the house and saw the two of them on a large bed.
They weren't naked anymore, obviously. Wearing some sweatpants and sweatshirts. The woman was holding her daughter's face and her own expression was warped by the damage her husband had done earlier in the night, "Lana, look at me."
"I-I'm looking! Mommy, is it true that Daddy isn't my real Daddy?" The little girl changed the subject.
"Yes." Laura explained, "Your Daddy and I were broken up for a few years, then we got back together. But I wasn't really sure whether he was your father or not."
"Is that why Daddy hated me? Because he always thought I wasn't his real daughter?"
"Lana, your father was an asshole. Look what he did to my face!" The woman was obviously very angry, though I don't blame her, "If that monster didn't kill him, he would have killed me first!"
*Sniffle~!* The little girl hugged her mother, "I'm sorry Mommy, I'm sorry for making the monster kill Daddy!"
"Lana, you didn't do anything. And your Daddy didn't die. He just disappeared. Nobody knows what happened to him. Neither do we. So… Never tell anyone about this, okay?"
"Mnn-hmnn…" She nodded against her mother's chest and I pulled my vision back. Breathing out a long, hot, frosty sigh, I was honestly kinda relieved. I mean, they'd both probably need therapy in the future, but if I didn't kill the bastard, he might have killed them both.
I'm not Batman. I'm not even Superman, yet.
I probably wouldn't have killed the dude. Simply because I didn't have enough information, I didn't know enough about him or their situation. I still don't. But I also don't really care enough to find out more.
Do I know anything about the bastards that kidnapped Lena back then? The ones I killed… Nope. No fucking clue who they were. I never even saw their faces.
Amanda Waller however, the one with plot armor out of the group… Yeah, I know who she is, now. I didn't 100% recognize her back then.
Had to create an image of her face based on my memory and then use facial recognition software to scan through government databases of personnel to figure out who she was… With the help of Lex and Lena, obviously.
Amanda Waller was pretty famous as an antagonist for the most part. A scummy government agent who eventually was put in charge of either Cadmus or A.R.G.U.S. depending on the timeline.
Usually related to the Suicide Squad, or Taskforce X. Not sure whether she'll still rise that high in the ranks after fucking up that badly with Lena.
Then again, it's the government. Most of the people in high positions have committed way worse fuck ups on the regular. Plus, she wasn't the leader of the operation.
Knowing Lex, those higher ups are likely dead or replaced by his own people by now. So maybe Amanda was doing pretty well?
Plot won't save her next time though. Okay, I'm not gonna jinx myself. Plot can save or destroy anyone or anything in this fucking multiverse. Including the multiverse itself.
I hopped up off the roof gently and landed on the snowy ground with my bare feet. I felt so insanely light. It was honestly unreal. I've been a Kryptonian for 9 years now but it's only getting more and more ridiculous.
*Wosh~!* I was suddenly up in the sky. Hundreds of meters were nothing to me. I wanted to fly. But I just couldn't figure it out yet.
So I took a step in the air. I couldn't figure out how to do it quietly, so it probably sounded like a thunder crack as I shot higher up into the sky. Hundreds of meters higher, still less than a kilometer from the surface.
Another step and then another. Until I passed through the thick clouds and could see the starry sky. I spread my arms and stretched my biological forcefield to the limits.
It was like I had massive wings holding me up in the sky, allowing me to glide downwards into the clouds again! I flapped my imaginary wings, which probably looked dumb since it was just my arms. I also kicked my feet to speed up even faster!
The clouds were torn apart as I spun. Maybe rotation? It's not as easy as it sounds though. Controlling the forcefield to create a swirling drill of air that constantly pushed me forward…
"No, it can't be that simple." I was focusing too much on the powers I already possessed to achieve a similar appearance of Superman's flight.
I know one of the comic-book answers was that he could manipulate gravitons, so he would basically have anti-gravity and artificial gravity?
But I haven't really studied that field much yet. I mean, this is DC, so the concept of manipulating gravity wasn't too ridiculous. I'm sure there are scientists who have made similar shit already. But Lex and Lena haven't gotten there yet.
"No, I can't fall to temptation." I know it sounds dumb coming from someone who just came on his Mom earlier, twice, but I really was pretty good at resisting temptation.
After all, I was tempted to not bother trying so hard to hide the evidence of that manslaughter. Not really murder, because it was an accident.
Anyway, gravity manipulation would explain a lot. My body is naturally stronger and lighter than an ordinary human, even under Red Sunlight.
But I can use my biological forcefield to give myself leverage when necessary. Without leverage, I can't exert my strength properly.
I spun through the air and kicked upwards, sending myself towards the ground like a meteor! As I was getting closer to the ground, I sucked in my forefield and made it cling to my body tightly! It made me stronger and I couldn't help imagining that it made me denser, heavier…
*Boom!* Then I punched the ground so hard that my hand and arm actually kinda hurt. The fucking ground exploded like a bomb went off, but it wasn't too ridiculous. I crawled out of the small crater and looked around at the snowy mountains.
"Colorado?" I wasn't really paying attention, but it made sense. I went to the west about a few hundred miles.
It was freezing cold here too. Even colder actually, because it was up in the mountains. But then again, I'm a Kryptonian, so I didn't really give a fuck.
"Looks like I'm getting better at controlling myself." I noticed that I didn't even lose my underwear this time. I didn't have a shirt, but that wasn't a big deal.
"I really do need to start making super-suits though. In a real fight, I won't be able to spare the mental or physical energy to protect my clothes." I was still wondering whether I should go full Superman and not even bother with a mask or be like literally every other superhero and cover my fucking face…
*Rumble~!* The ground was shaking. The noise was so loud too. I looked up behind me quickly and saw the avalanche slowly coming down the mountain.
Then I looked around at the birds escaping from the trees, the deer and elk running for their lives, chipmunks and rabbits were also pretty scared. Down at the bottom of the mountain were a few houses in the valley below.
I could see some people sleeping inside, well, one dude was jacking off, another girl was fucking her dog, and a few others were just making breakfast or playing video games.
Just a bunch of random innocent bystanders living dangerously close to a mountain that could have an avalanche at any time. No, wait, it wasn't just this mountain.
I saw some mountains across from me that were similar, just not as extreme.
"Motherfucker." And it was probably caused by my crash landing here. I took a breath and then sighed dramatically. Thankfully I was still full of energy.
Stopping an avalanche isn't impossible if you're Superman. Unfortunately, I didn't have my full skill-set and I wasn't fast enough to just run around punching it until it stopped. I also wasn't fast enough to move every animal and person out of the path of the snow.
Also, this wasn't the Himalayas or some shit. It was the Rocky Mountains after a snowstorm passed through.
The houses in the valley might not even be affected that much.
Birds would fly for the most part. A lot of other animals could just dig themselves out of the snow afterwards pretty easily, so they wouldn't really die regardless of what I did.
The dangers weren't as severe as I initially thought. Yanking a bunch of people out of their homes at random, into the sub-zero temperatures of the Rocky Mountains, would not be saving them.
Though I can imagine how a fledgeling superhero might make that kinda silly mistake.
If I flew around loudly, it would likely cause more avalanches farther away. So I just ran around saving baby deer and other critters for the most part. Then I saw a man who was hiking with what I assume was his young son.
The two of them were obviously terrified. I could see their expressions pretty easily through their masks and goggles.
I grabbed one in each hand and sprinted up the mountain. Well, they were headed that direction anyway, so I might as well send them there, right?
I made it past the wave of snow, over to the peak. It was still snowy there of course, but a lot of the snow and ice was already gone.
I didn't plan on leaving them there permanently, but they could wait a few minutes or so while I checked for other crazy bastards hiking in the mountains before the sun came up.
Nope, they were the only ones. I did save a few cats and dogs that were left outside by their shitty owners.
At least I think those people owned the animals? I guess they could be wild animals and I might have just put them inside people's houses at random, but uh… It'll probably be fine?
"Phew~! Haah~! Haah~! Holy fucking shitballs that was exhausting." I sat down on a western mountain peak that was particularly high and watched the avalanche continue downwards into the valley slowly. It felt slow, even at normal speed.
As I suspected, it kinda fizzled out before it could do too much damage. Only a couple houses were partially buried in snow, but that was normal around here. I'd shovel the snow for them later.
For now…
"Fuck, I love the sun." I spread my arms and enjoyed the sunrise bombarding me with solar radiation. In an instant, it was like all the fatigue and muscle strain was gone.
I could breathe easily and calmly, my whole body was full of energy again. I was even more energetic than before I accidentally killed that dude.
"Maybe I should take a nap though." I thought it was awesome how I could literally just lay down on the top of an icy mountain and sleep without worrying about anything.
My body was energized, but my mind was kinda exhausted. It would've been the equivalent of staying awake for a week from my perspective.
My brain needed to compile the memories into important and unimportant folders, then file them away into the endless abyss of my mind.
"Dad!" And then I opened my eyes, bolting down one mountain and up the other. I reached the peak and saw the son holding his father's hand on the edge of a cliff.
Then I pulled them both up and carried them back down the mountain. I cleared the snow and ice from the front of a random house, then placed the two of them in front of the door.
I even checked inside the house to make sure there wasn't some crazy old dude with a shotgun about to shoot them.
It was just that one girl who was recording herself getting fucked in the ass by a pitbull… Just to be on the safe side, I picked a different house.
What if she was some kinda shapeshifting werewolf and attacked them for finding out her secret dog-fucking habits?
Either way, I had to shovel snow from a bunch of other houses. I left the father and son at a gas station instead. I'm sure they'll be fine…
The gas station was getting robbed. I took his gun apart and tied his wrists together with zip ties, then went back to clearing snow. When I came back, the robber was getting beaten half to death by the angry gas station woman.
The father was having a heart attack and the son was crying hysterically. He tried to use a cellphone to call an ambulance, but he didn't have any service.
"Goddamn it. Why the fuck is it so goddamn hard to actually save people?!" I was honestly starting to wonder if there was some Supervillain fucking with me at that point, but nothing too unreasonable was happening.
It was just a series of extremely inconvenient and annoying events that were now related to me, because I got involved.
You could say that if the girl beat the dude to death, he deserved it and she was an idiot, so she also deserved the prison sentence.
On the other hand, the man having the heart attack would most likely have died regardless of the avalanche. In fact, the father and son might have ended up accidentally causing the avalanche if I didn't crash land there randomly.
But I did. I got involved. And because I got involved, I was the source of disaster and devastation.
I potentially ruined multiple lives, because I became responsible for everything, instead of staying away and letting other people be responsible for their own stupidity.
Let's just say it was a learning experience and a crazy workout.
There was a hospital in the city on the other side of the mountain. I think it was actually Denver, but I wasn't really paying that much attention.
I just grabbed the father and the criminal, then bolted over the mountain and down the other side, then through some valleys and along a road, where I saw a family of four that were trapped in a flipped over SUV. I put the two people down, ran over and grabbed the vehicle. It was kinda heavy, but not that bad.
I carried the SUV over to the road and set it down carefully. Then went back to the two barely conscious men. Grabbed them, then sprinted down the road and thankfully didn't run into any other accidents. Once I entered the city limits, I tried not to pay attention to anything. I didn't wanna see or hear anything else. I just got those two people to the hospital. The criminal was probably gonna be fine, just had a busted nose and eyebrow. On the other hand, the dude having the heart attack needed emergency treatment immediately.
I thought about trying to save the dude myself, I definitely knew how, but in the end I just told an ICU nurse that the man was having a heart attack and ran away. If he died, he died. If the other dude died, I really didn't care either.
I just don't wanna accidentally kill people.
It feels so… Pathetic. Like I have the powers of a Kryptonian, basically a God, yet I can't even control them? I can't even protect some random motherfuckers that I put in danger in the first place? I can't save anyone without causing even more problems?
"I understand why Superman doesn't just save everyone now." I didn't really get it before. I mean, I kinda understood.
Logically, I knew it was impossible to really save everyone and I was way too lazy to fly around the world stopping every single crime that was happening all day, everyday.
Putting countless other superheroes out of a job.
Oh yeah, and police and firefighters, doctors, et cetera. I could do everything. I could be an omniscient, omnipresent God on Earth. Forcing everyone to stop dying so often and stupidly to everything.
I could do it physically. But I definitely couldn't do it mentally, emotionally or spiritually.
Most importantly… I didn't want to do that. I didn't want to be responsible for anyone or anything. What's the point in being a God if you have to be a 24/7 babysitter for Mortals?
I walked through the city streets with my eyesight and hearing to normal levels. People looked at me strangely because I was a 9 year old child walking around in subzero temperatures in only a pair of black boxers.
But nobody approached me or said anything. Nobody asked if I was lost or needed help. This was Denver, not Gotham or Starling City, yet people were still so… Indifferent.
"Child, where are your parents?" And just when I was trying to enter my Emo phase, a random middle-aged black dude intervened. I smiled wryly and looked up at his face, he looked kinda handsome, but obviously in his forties or fifties.
"Kansas." I responded casually and pointed towards the direction I was walking along the sidewalk. People were outside their houses shoveling snow and putting down salt. Though there were still plenty of cars that were still half-buried.
"Kansas? You're a long way from Kansas…" He put his hand on my shoulder and seemed shocked, "No wonder you're walking around in your underwear. You're burning up."
"Your body temperature is also abnormally high." I narrowed my eyes at the suspicious dude, but as far as I could tell, his bones, muscles and everything else looked normal. At most, his brain was a bit more active than it should be and his body temperature was weird.
"I run hot." The man chuckled and asked, "Why don't I take you home to your parents?"
"Do you realize how sketchy that sounds, right?" I rolled my eyes and he smiled wryly.
"I'm John. What's your name, Child?" He introduced himself and reached out for a handshake.
"Clark Kent." I took his hand and squeezed it as hard as I could, watching keep relatively calm, "It's funny. My Dad's name is Jonathan too."
"It's certainly a very strange coincidence." He looked around and people stopped staring at us, as if they didn't see or probably didn't even remember us, "Kansas, huh? That's a long drive. Plenty of time to get to know each other."
"I am literally a nine year old boy, John." I chuckled and let go of his hand, "And I'm not into old men."