"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."
_____________
A/N- Read 50 Chapters ahead on Patreon. I also post three chapters a day there.
Chapters are uploaded Bi-weekly, meaning twice a week. Each update is 10,000 words, 20,000 in the week. Enjoy!
You can read here— Patreon.com/Renzu0
30% discount going on as well, here's the code— 44444