"Your a bum Clark. A bum, ya hear me!" Mr White screamed as he tossed a box of junk onto the floor ahead of him.

Standing outside The Daily Planet, Clark staggered toward his belongings now spread evenly across the street by a blustering wind. He mumbled profanities into his chest, chasing after various photographs and paperwork that seemed to flee on approach. He continued in this way for some time receiving spare change from passers by at random intervals. Oh How he wanted to burn that Mr White. So he'd been drinking on the job. So what! Jimmy was a total piss head! had been for years! why wasn’t he fired! One glance, just one glance at that bloody Mr White and he'd have been the one who was fired! A pile of smoking ash to be exact. Clarke calmed himself as the voices returned.

"Help, help, somebody help me!"

He ignored it for a while, but became increasingly agitated by the shrill whining of some stupid cow that had probably fallen off some building. With a long sigh he walked over to a nearby phone booth, tripping slightly over his own feet. The phone booth door gentle shut behind him as he pulled off his trousers and shirt, breathing heavily in exhaustion as he done so. Bumbling through his tattered briefcase he pulled out a blue and red suit. Outside an elderly woman screamed as Clark stood naked in the phone booth. He ignored the old bag as he struggled with the suit, tugging and forcing it over his rounded stomach. Now Sweating furiously he stepped out from the phone booth and heaved a heavy arm toward the sky. He stood there for a few moments before a rather slow takeoff.

He peered back down toward the ground, not one soul looked toward him. He missed the days when the crowds would gather and scream "Look its Superman!" Now it seemed that he'd lost his novelty. Now its seemed people were more interested in the latest ipod. Even the young boy who lived next door to him played with Batman toys. Clark bloody hated Batman!

Casting these thoughts aside he chugged through the air following the fait screams for help. He began to descend back down to earth to find a woman spread crooked on the floor. She had apparently fallen out of a building in a desperate attempt to swat a fly that had been disturbing her workplace. Clark had thought as much, and more so of leaving the dumb ass to think about what she had done. Though, she looked into the sunken eyes of his chubby face with a certain worship that Clark remembered. He struggled with the woman for a while, attempting to prop her on his shoulder. She screamed as he jolted her already busted limbs. Adjusting her once again Clark then raised a hand toward the heavens. The two floated from the floor as they bounced forward. They drifted down the street only a few feet from the floor knocking and shoving citizens as they went. Clark sympathetically apologised as they went, whilst the woman insisted she be put down.

RATE THIS BRANCH!