blueteamnovel Chapter 17 – Clark's Dream and Luthor
Chapter 17 – Clark's Dream and Luthor
"David, Clark, we're going to the town market on the outskirts today to sell fruits. You guys need to help with loading the truck," came the rare call from their mother downstairs.
Walking down the wooden stairs, David responded to his mother's call while casually recalling what happened yesterday.
Greg, who had undergone a significant genetic mutation at school, seemed to have a much slower heartbeat than normal people. However, there were quite a few people with genetic mutations in this town, as long as they didn't provoke them, it was fine.
Sitting at the dining table, Jonathan soaked his cereal in milk and ate breakfast.
David didn't like cereal, so he ate the freshly baked bread and spread blueberry jam on it with a dining knife.
"Clark!" Martha shouted upstairs again when she saw her eldest son hadn't come down yet.
Bang!
A dull sound came from upstairs, accompanied by the sound of wood breaking.
It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".
"When did Clark become so grumpy in the morning?" Jonathan paused and asked.
He heard the sound of something being destroyed by Clark.
"Are you okay, Clark?" Martha shouted upstairs, knowing that her husband was just joking.
"I'm fine, Mother. I'll be down soon, it's just..." Clark's voice sounded a bit panicked from upstairs.
Before long, he sat at the dining table with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, feeling embarrassed like a child who had caused trouble.
"My bed in my room needs to be fixed."
"Your bed is broken? What happened?" Jonathan's eyes showed a hint of confusion.
The teenage years were a time of rapid physical development, could it be that his son's strength had once again increased uncontrollably and he couldn't control it?
"I woke up just now and found myself floating in mid-air. After being scared, I fell down and broke the bed leg," Clark frowned, his expression slightly resistant.
How could a person fly? Another ability that was different from ordinary people emerged, making him feel uncomfortable, reminding him once again that he was an alien and didn't belong to this family.
And would something uncontrollable happen to him next?
"Floating?"
From super strength, super defense, to super speed... Although the couple had already experienced this, they couldn't help but be surprised.
Flying has always been a dream of mankind since ancient times.
Martha, who was attentive and sensitive, noticed his emotions and grabbed her son's hand, her voice gentle, "Clark, no matter how many unique talents you have, you are still our son."
"Since it is a talent you were born with, you can control it, son." Jonathan's tone carried a hint of seriousness, wanting to give his son confidence. "Don't be afraid, there are more than just you who can fly in this world. Countless birds also freely enjoy the sky."
Young Superman seemed to be about to awaken his ability to fly, David said without surprise.
"It's a bit crowded. It's inconvenient for father to drive. You should sit in the back."
Just as Clark, who had finished his work, was about to climb in, David waved him off.
The front of the pickup truck only had one row of seats. It was just right for three people, but a bit cramped for four.
"Why isn't it you?"
Clark, who was stopped, widened his eyes.
"It's not very nice for an older brother to take his younger brother's seat, is it?"
David glanced at him, his tone puzzled.
"You..."
Looking at his matter-of-fact demeanor, Clark couldn't see any resemblance to a younger brother. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and reluctantly turned to the back.
Jonathan and Martha were a bit puzzled. In the past, whenever this situation occurred, Clark would always rush to the back first, fearing that David would fall off and get hurt.
What happened today? Were the two brothers having a disagreement?
With a chuckle, the key was turned and the car started.
In the back of the car, the future Superman, Clark, sat in the truck bed with a basket of apples, looking slightly frustrated.
They arrived at the market.
The Kent family found a spot near the center, set up a tent, and displayed boxes of fresh, tempting fruit.
Clark used his thumb to forcefully press a nail into a wooden stake, hanging up a sign that read "Kent Farm Fresh Fruit."
"You're using your powers secretly like this, aren't you afraid of being seen?"
Sitting in the stall, David looked up.
This suburban area was a great place for outings. A temporary market made up of tents had sprung up. On the green grass, there were stalls selling flowers, hot dogs, fruits... It was bustling with people coming and going.
"In terms of hiding abilities, I'm indeed not as good as you."
Clark, who had carefully observed that no one was paying attention before secretly using his powers, sat down next to him and watched the stall together.
"All these years, mom, dad, and I never noticed."
"Clark, I didn't expect to see you here."
Suddenly, a clear voice filled with laughter came.
Both of them looked up. David saw a bald head shining like a light bulb in the sunlight.
"Luthor?"