Not Crazy yet [Comprehensive British and American]

Eric gently stroked the back of the knife in his hand.

He is 14 years old this year and has grown a lot taller than last year.This is his third foster home, and Eric came to Metropolis to skip a grade to a better high school.

The black boy's index finger rested on the blade.Let the blade cut your own finger flesh.Blood flowed down obliquely, taking away his anger.

Only the cold killing intent filled his heart.

He's going to kill that son of a bitch.

Eric flipped his hands over and hid the bloody knife in his sleeve.

He'll make sure it's done without anyone noticing.Let that brute die like it was robbed by a junkie nearby...he's going to kill him.

The adrenaline of determination made the boy temporarily forget his fear.He knew that bitch would go for a drive to a nearby farm every morning.Eric knew his way, and he'd wait for the bitch to cross the alley, then come around the corner and deliver the killing blow.He also wore an extra large coat for this, in case the blood was splashed on him and left evidence-

Eric heard the familiar and messy footsteps.The boy froze for a moment, and heard the beast's almost crying request from a distance——

"Jonathan, Jonathan, you can't do that! I beg you, we grew up together—" A sound of something falling woke Eric up.The boy cautiously did not come out to check the situation immediately.He knows the name.Jonathan Kent.He brings his son over to play with them every month, he's a friend of the beast...a stupid farmer.

"You fell by yourself."

Eric heard the voice that seemed to belong to Clark Kent speak calmly.Then it was covered up in the anger of old Kent.

"You have the guts to say we're friends—Ed! Ed—you fucking pervert, you deserve hell—" The pedantic American man suppressed the self-evident expletive...  Rick was really curious, he quietly looked in the direction of the voice.

The trash can in the alley was dumped beside the brute.And that bitch fell to the ground in embarrassment, crying bitterly.He looked damn funny and ridiculous, that bitch put his head in his hands, as if he finally realized that he should face the world with shame...

Eric was a little surprised.

Did Jonathan Kent find out what that bitch was up to?

This really surprised the boy.Old Kent was the animal's friend growing up, and that bitch was very well behaved in front of old Kent... How could this old America find out about the son of a bitch?

But it's not like that hasn't happened.

The boy realizes that he's holding his hand too tightly - is he expecting something?Do not make jokes……

This is not unheard of.

Their neighbors are a 'nice old man' couple who are over [-] years old.Before he got here, Celia had asked them for help... But what happened in the end?Did anything change?

According to the girl, there was nothing.

That bitch's crimes were tolerated.And the suffering of girls is tacitly accepted.

— and this is what utterly pissed Eric off.

And now, quietly staring in that direction... at one of the old white men he hated the most... Eric staring at Jonathan Kent.From the direction he was in, he could see a side face of the old man.Old Kent was always serious and never pretended to be kind.But he had never seen such a terrifying expression on his face... The farmer bent down and stretched out his hand.Well-trained muscles swelled angrily... He tugged on the animal by the collar and pulled him up.The expression on Old Kent's face seemed to want to kill him directly.

"You have the face to beg me—you have the face to see me! I am a father, and I have children—! I thought you were the one who could understand me best, you damned criminal, you Despicable liar!"

Eric heard crying.He thought he would mock the mistrustful old white man in his heart.But he couldn't recall such a mood at the moment.

The black boy unknowingly stood out from the shadows.He stared into old Kent's red eyes, his angry, sad expression.

"If it wasn't for my son by my side, I'd have handed you the gelding knife, crushed your pelvis so you couldn't get out of bed... I've let you go, Ai Germany."

There was despair and determination in the man's voice.For a moment even Eric thought he was crazy... but he wasn't.There was an indescribable pain in Jonathan Kent's expression.He was even shaking.

Eric was fascinated to watch.So much so that he was discovered.

Jonathan realized something was looking in his direction.Eric was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to avoid the sight.But the black boy's stubbornness and self-esteem suddenly supported him at this moment, and the boy just stood there to meet the gazes of the two Kents.

Eric was actually a little confused.He hid here with anger and determination, intending to kill that bitch... but he only watched a farce.Sounds like old Kent should call the police, sounds like old Kent will make sure that bitch gets punished...

This confused Eric.

In the past few years, the world just told him the only truth - no one cares about you.

No one cares about you.

No one cares about you orphans.No one cares about you black people.No one cares what you think, no one cares what happens to you.No one cares about any of you...

The black boy stared stiffly at old Kent.The old farmer who had always given him a bad impression just now really set up a tall image for himself.Eric looked at him complicatedly...

But old Kent backed away as if he had been burned by his gaze.Almost hit his son.This confused Eric.

And this kind of confusion turned into a scalding current in old Kent's expression of extreme guilt and loss.It made Eric feel sore along with the circles of his eyes, feeling lost.

Old Kent relaxed, but still held the beast.He turned his head and said something to little Kent, the white boy nodded and patted his father's arm.

Little Kent came up to him.

Eric thought he would want to run away.

But he didn't run away.

Clark Kent walked up to him, his blue eyes met his.

"Eric."

Little Kent had always been an oddball.

"Come with us. The police are here."

Clark went to grab Eric's hand.The boy dodged for a while, but was still pulled by him reluctantly.The white boy's palm is not small, and conveys a strange warmth.

"You hurt yourself." Eric heard Kent Jr. speaking smoothly.For a moment, he couldn't react to what the weird boy was saying. "Don't do it again, okay?"

ah.knife wound.

Eric should be upset.

But he didn't.

He was dragged by Clark to Jonathan.The farmer lowered his head, but the bitch was still sobbing and didn't dare to look up.

Eric's scalp tingled.

"I'm sorry, boy"

He heard old Kent apologizing to him.

Why do you apologize?

"I'm sorry... for letting you see this..."

Old Kent seemed to be in tears.But the old man turned his head away, not wanting to be seen by the boy and his son.

This made Eric freeze.

This confuses him.

Past experiences never lie.The malice he suffered, the injustice he suffered...the violence he suffered, the unreasonable discrimination...all screamed to remind him how disgusting this world is.

But at this moment, there is an old American, an old white man...apologizing to him in tears.

Eric was in disarray.Jonathan fell into grief.

And Ed Derry.The cunning pedophile seized this opportunity accurately, and the tearful man shook off Jonathan's hand desperately, and ran out of the alley with a skillful hand he had never had before—he would rather run to the street and greet passers-by. Call for help—and never go back to a real trial—he knew Jonathan had a bad leg.It may not be possible to catch up with him.He wants to get out of here.He will do it all over again.He can't bear the infamy in this city where his ancestors have always lived, he can't pay for those things, he can't...

In Jonathan, before Eric could react.Clark's anger and sense of humor finally drove the boy to act.His father's legs hadn't been great, and Eric's paranoia made it even more difficult for the black boy to have anything to do with the guy.The Son of Krypton casually copied the lid of the trash can next to him, and threw it towards Derry like a frisbee.

There was a muffled sound, followed by the tooth-piercing back-and-forth crash of the metal cover falling to the ground.

Ed Derry fell to the ground, moaning and continuing to cry.He was in so much pain that he thought he had broken his ribs.

This crime of pedophilia will end today.

The nightmare is over.