Not Crazy yet [Comprehensive British and American]

Clark moaned uncontrollably.

He let out a big mouthful of hot air, trembling slightly.His consciousness was falling into an inescapable chaos, no matter how hard he tried, he never succeeded... He never really broke free from this chaos.But Clark never gave up struggling.Not once did I try to make an effort.He doesn't like it, he hates it.

He is dreaming.

A piece of fine white light slowly replaced the chaos.The emotions in the white light tugged at Clark...the pain, the disappointment, the anger...the confusion.

Clark felt the same way.Clark was relieved.

It's Hernan.

—the one who influenced Clark the most by the self he witnessed... Hernan was of Mexican descent, and he was extremely... different.

Clark witnessed his loss, his depression.Clark witnessed those bad things happen to Hernan, he witnessed that he could no longer endure... He witnessed Hernan's loss and pain, faith and unbelief.

The last time he saw Hernan finally made a big fuss and finally left home...

He couldn't stay at home any longer.His anger and confusion should never be poured out on his family... Hernan's choice is so helpless, so he has no choice... Just looking at him, Clark knows how, how lucky he is...

At this moment, he stared at 'himself' like a ghost in the gap of time.Gazing at some possibility, some destiny.He saw him give up and leave the earth, he saw him travel around the United States, around the world... He witnessed poverty with himself, experienced bullets together, joined the Chamber of Commerce together, and set foot on the South Pole together...

Clark sincerely admires Hernan.How repressed and restrained he is.It made up his arrogance, it fixed his rage...he was still so lost, he didn't want to hurt anyone...

Clark felt stuck in his throat.

Compared to him, Clark is really just moaning.

Hernan drank bottle after bottle of alcohol, trying to get drunk...but how do Kryptonians get drunk?The pain of being lost, the uneasiness of not knowing where to go... This feeling haunts Clark, making him want to rush forward and tell Hernan that he is not alone...no one is alone.But Clark can't do anything.He was only allowed to watch all this, watch these broken fates...

Clark wanted to scream angrily.

——then Chaos hit him hard on the head like a heavy hammer.For a moment Clark thought he was going to be sent away...he was going to be kicked out.The boy couldn't be reconciled—he couldn't decide when to enter this damned nightmare, and he couldn't decide when to quit... He was so damn worried, he so damn wanted to know what choice Hernan made...

His compatriots, the fate he missed...how would he choose?

But the chaos didn't drive Clark away... it's just that the pale white light was turning, gradually, blood red... Clark panicked, he knew, he knew... he knew what the color meant.he has seen...

He had seen himself kill.

The small town boy couldn't make a sound, he couldn't moan, he couldn't scream.He trembled, he wanted to cry.

Hernan heard a piercing explosion.He storms out of the bar...someone has kidnapped a girl.But the damn bastard wasn't content to just kidnap the one girl he needed... that bastard kidnapped a school bus full of girls...

Hernan has seen the world.The world is broken.There is no cure.He can't save everyone.He already knew.

But he watched the girl's picture appear on the big screen.

Clark wanted to cry.

Hernan thought of his sister.

...his sister.his family.

Hernan went on a killing spree.He burned his eyes red, reduced those mortals to ashes... He rescued the girl from the school bus.He finally shot to save... finally killed to save.

Clark wanted to cry.

He knows.He gets it.He finally witnessed:

Superman was born.

………………

This should have been a normal day.

The weather is so clear, the sky is cloudless, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant outside.The temperature of the air conditioner in the bank is just right.

This should have been a normal day.

Jimmy put his head in his hands and squatted on the ground.He couldn't help trembling slightly... But the boy still tried his best to block his mother with his body as much as possible.Jimmy prays that nothing happens...he likes the news, he likes the news.He knew that ordinary bank robbers would not harm the hostages, because unnecessary casualties would only lead to stronger police pursuit... Jimmy trembled, and he kept, kept praying.

God, please don't...

so cruel.

But God probably didn't hear Jimmy's prayer.The robber at the gate suddenly laughed softly... The companion next to him cursed uneasily, but failed to get a response.

The weeping in the hall grew louder.The robber guarding the hostages spat and cursed loudly:

"Shut the fuck up, you bastards—hey! j! You're fucking high, aren't you? You bitch—"

Three shots were fired.Jimmy's mind went blank.Jimmy didn't even have time to scream.

oh.God.

He heard piercing screams.The robbers guarding them were shot.He saw blood...he fainted.But is he dizzy?why he feels weak...

Jimmy collapsed suddenly.He struggled in confusion... His mother was screaming, crying his name.Jimmy found himself unable to struggle... The boy touched his right leg, which was inexplicably aching.

One hand is bright red.

Jimmy stared blankly at the red liquid in his palm.

oh.He was shot.

He was shot.

The boy thought in confusion.Subconsciously pushed his mother.The situation is definitely out of control now... Jimmy thought.

Mother should take the opportunity to escape.

He thought blankly.

But the robber leader did not give the hostages this chance.He shot and killed the out-of-control robber at the gate, then fired a warning shot... He regained control of the situation.

Jimmy thought desperately.

He didn't have a good first aid class.But no matter how you look at the amount of bleeding, it should have hit an artery... Can he really wait until all this is over...

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes.

Don't be so cruel.This is too cruel... He doesn't want to die in front of his mother.

Anyone...anyone...where are the police...?He wants to live... save him...

——This should have been a normal action.

Nathaniel Tryon frowned tightly behind the hood.

Hold.The one shot in the hostages looks like a minor... now these cops are going to cum, damn it.

The boredom in his heart grew stronger.I am even more disappointed with these idiots who would have been silenced by him... These idiots are really incompetent to the point of inconceivable...

"You are a bunch of lunatics."

yes.What a bunch of stupid crazy...

Tryon reacted, turned around and shot in an instant—although his response speed and shooting ability were not as professional as they were, they were absolutely adequate.He only saw the big blue guy out of the corner of his eye, but he was sure he had shot him.

So when he turned his body completely, he found that the strong man in tights in front of him had his head bowed and was unharmed...he was stunned.He continued to fire and ran out of bullets.The distance was no more than five meters, and he saw that every bullet hit a vital point...then he was ejected, and was intercepted by afterimages...

what?

what?

He's out of his mind.But it doesn't matter.What matters is that he realizes that his companion has also run out of bullets and is screaming and pulling the empty trigger.Trion felt in a daze that he might have encountered a mutant vigilante... This is so funny.He wants to shout, he wants other companions to control the hostages, they won't lose, they won't...

Can't what?

Before Trion flew out, crashed into the gate, and broke four ribs...he couldn't finish his thoughts.Couldn't say it either.He was coughing up blood and it was so painful.It hurts so much... He wants to lose consciousness, just like the unlucky guy who flew over with him... But he is more unlucky than him, he is still conscious, he is still awake...

He heard an exclamation.He heard screams.The former from the hostages, the latter from his companions...his companions...oh well.His companions are all around him...

Trion coughed up another mouthful of blood.

This should have been a normal action.

He was angry, hated... staring at the big blue guy.He stared fiercely at the mutant who killed a thousand swords.he……

He saw a very young face.

………………

"You'll be fine." The handsome young man smiled. Regardless of the commotion of the crowd, he just knelt down on one knee and approached the boy who had been shot.He patted Jimmy's mother on the shoulder reassuringly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry...the tunnel west of the city collapsed. I went there first. I'm so sorry."

Jimmy looked at him confused.Look at those tender, compassionate eyes... look at those blue eyes with sincere apology.

Oh my goodness.

Jimmy was a little confused.He couldn't tell because he was too timid, he was too nervous.Or because he did lose a lot of blood... He just looked at the person who was slowly hugging him in a daze.

Oh my goodness.

Jimmy thought dazedly.

Who is he?

"I'm Kar-El."

It appears he spoke out.Then he heard screams... oh... they flew up...

Is he dreaming?He is hallucinating?Is he saved...?

They soared into the air, and the warm wind blew on Jim...for what seemed like just a moment...for a moment...

"I lost consciousness??? Me???" The orange-haired boy pulled his hair and exclaimed exaggeratedly.No matter how awake he was, he would already be in the hospital... The strong smell of disinfectant gave him a sense of security for the first time. "I lost consciousness?? I was saved by that, that Kal-El...that alien? I was saved by him—I was sent to the hospital by him!!!"

His quarrel made his mother's brain hurt.

"It's Superman. Superman," his mother added.For this reason, his son let out another long groan. "It's written in the newspaper... After sending you here, he sent the seriously injured ones of the robbers to the hospital... They've done it to themselves (whispers)"

"Did I miss it?? What did I miss?? He's 'Superman'? Ooh I vaguely saw that s... oh my god..." The boy writhed and was patted by his mother, beckoning him Should be responsible for his legs. "I haven't even had time to say thank you to him... oh my god... did you see him? oh my god he doesn't look a few years older than me...his eyes his eyes...his eyes are so …blue."

His mother rolled her eyes at him helplessly.Then silently fed the peeled and sliced ​​apples into her son's mouth.

"Okay Jimmy, I've asked your father to leave you news for the past few days... He is really kind and generous. Do you know how many people he saved just that day? You should really take a look..."

The mother and son in the ward were chattering normally.

It's going to be another normal day.