Dad's gonna be so fucking pissed. Mom's gonna be pissed too. I'm really pissed off too though!
Five hours. They fucking helicopter took five hours to finally land. We were going northwest for five hours, five hundred or so miles from Smallville. I think we might be in Upstate New York or even Canada. I don't know the exact direction though. Kinda zoned out a few times.
"Yes, Sir. We've secured the target and we're bringing her to you now." The black woman was wearing a purple jacket and long skirt, with a bright yellow shirt underneath. She was kinda fat and smoking a cigarette. She looked like was unarmed, but considering the circumstances, I didn't think she would actually be defenseless. Besides, there were three tall men who got out of the chopper behind her that were carrying assault rifles and wearing full black tactical gear.
"Let go of me! Let go!" Lena screamed as the giant woman carried her like a baby, though I guess a normal four year old is pretty damn small compared to a chubby 5'10" woman? Anyway, the kid couldn't resist the adult. She wasn't a Kryptonian.
"Shhh, it's gonna be alright Babe, just be good and we won't have to hurt you more than necessary." The woman said something like that, so obviously the child didn't calm down.
"Lex! Lex~! Save me! Dad! Waaaah~!" Lena cried out for the only family she still had left in the world, but obviously they weren't there to save her… Instead, it was her dead Mom that manipulated a four year old boy to do the work.
I saw the sketchy concrete structure up ahead and decided not to push my luck any farther than this. I stealthily approached behind the big black dude in the back. I jumped up and grabbed the pistol off his hip. It was almost like they were all moving in slow motion, while my heart felt like it would explode!
*Bang-bang-bang!* Three shots, the farthest ones in the back were shot in the back of the neck where their helmets didn't cover. The last one was shot through his left eye-socket before he could even lift his weapon. As they fell to the ground, the last woman actually reacted by throwing the child at me!
"Fuck!" I cursed and quickly grabbed the screaming girl, then felt a sharp pain in my back as I spun around with the kid in my arms!
*Pop!* The bitch fucking shot me in the back! I don't think it broke the skin, but it still hurt pretty bad!
*Bang-bang-bang~!* I fired in her direction, but I was afraid to look and lose an eye. Besides, I had to get Lena out of there. That was the most important thing.
I jumped into the back of the helicopter and tossed the girl onto the floor, then closed the door to block a few more bullets. I pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against the pilot's throat and told him, "Fly us the fuck outta here or you die."
*Bang!* Then I shot him in the throat when he tried to resist. The bullet passed through but the windows were bulletproof, so it just kinda got stuck there with the blood splatter. I stared at the blood for a moment as my head was pounding.
"Fuck." I opened the door and pushed the corpse outside, then I looked at the controls. Foot pedals I couldn't reach, a joystick, some buttons on the dash I didn't really understand…
"Clark!" Lena pulled herself onto the seat next to me, "I knew you'd save me again!" The brat kissed my cheek and giggled, "Go down and use the pedals, I'll drive!"
"You know how to drive a helicopter?" I doubted it for a second and then remembered that she was a fucking super-genius Luthor…
"Yep! Now hurry up! That mean lady said she was gonna use me in some scary experiment! If they catch us, we'll both turn into lab rats!" She stood on the seat and pushed some buttons, then sat down and operated the joystick, "Push the right one! Yeah! Like that! Good job!"
"Do you think they recorded my face?" I was worried about being tracked down afterwards. It was way too early to go to war with the US Government or whatever sketchy organization these fuckers are supposed to be.
"I don't know. Probably not? But they knew who I was…" She sat down with her feet on my shoulders. She didn't have shoes on and she was wearing a cute pink onesie. Lena looked down at my face and smiled, revealing her baby teeth. "Don't worry, I'll protect you now."
I felt the helicopter shaking violently and smiled wryly, "I'll be relying on you then, Cutie."
The brat giggled happily as she piloted the helicopter while humming a random song. Kinda sounded like Backstreet Boys? Sometimes I forget that I'm in the 90's.
Once we were moving, she started using the radio and found a certain frequency, "Lex! This is Lena!"
*Shhhhh~!* There was static for a while, but eventually a deep voice came from the other side of the radio, "Lena! Where are you?! What happened?!"
"I got kidnapped by baddies! I'm flying a helicopter now!" The little kid bragged, "I'm flying away from the bad guy's lair, but I don't know if I have enough fuel to make it home!"
"You don't need to worry about fuel. Your bigger concern should be whether they'll shoot you down." Lex seemed to calm down a lot, "Find a place in the mountains to land. Then find somewhere to hide. Keep this channel open. I'm working on tracking it down."
This was the fucking 90's, but it was the comic 90's with all kinds of sci-fi bullshittery. I had no doubts that Lex Luthor could track us down by a radio frequency on a moving helicopter.
"Okay… But don't take too long, Lex. I wanna go home and go back to bed." The adorable little girl gave me a smirk as she used both hands to play with the joystick. Tilting the helicopter in various directions.
It was too loud. I couldn't hear whether we were being followed over the noise of our own engines and blades. In fact, my head felt like it was gonna explode a long time ago from overstimulation. I wanted some ibuprofen but I knew it would be useless. What I probably needed was rest and sunlight.
"Lex, do you think these people killed my Mom?" Lena asked something heavy randomly.
"Possibly." He responded succinctly. Then there was a long silence between them.
She glanced down at me from time to time, but mostly focused on flying. There was probably a GPS or tracking device in the helicopter. I mean, if it was the 2000's, I'd say definitely, but the 90's makes me wonder. Like I said though, comic book sci-fi bullshit was abundant, so who knows what kinda tech might be available to the 'bad guys' at this time.
"Is Clark there?" Lex suddenly asked that and I couldn't help frowning. It made sense that he'd know about me though. I doubt a 4 year old would hide something like that from her brother.
"Umm, why?" She actually didn't sell me out immediately!
"Lois said that Clark Kent was missing. I think I know who these people are. If it's them, then it makes sense why they would kidnap two special children." So he knew about me and probably thought I was just a regular Metahuman with super strength or some shit. How fucked up is this world that a 4 year old with superstrength or who can pilot a helicopter after escaping from armed soldiers is considred normal?
"Umm, hi. This is Clark. Can you tell my parents that I'm fine? I don't want them to worry too much." I looked up at the giggling little girl and then looked back down towards my bloody hands. I used a gun because I was trying to hide my abilities to a certain extent, but also because I'm just not that strong or fast yet. It's kinda silly how most superhumans tend to totally give up on using conventional weapons as soon as they gain superpowers.
With Superman it makes sense. Because by the time he started fighting crime or saving the world, he was already stupidly invincible. But half the time it's like some random dude that gains super accuracy, so he throws knives instead of using a gun? How does that make any sense?
"I'll tell Lois." Lex said that and then the radio went to static again for a few minutes.
"Clark, are you feeling okay?" Lena patted my head with her sweaty left hand, using the right to control the chopper.
"Not really. But I'll be fine." I smiled wryly, "You're really adorable."
"You're adorable too!" She giggled and pushed her little foot against my right shoulder, indicating that I should push my right foot down a little, then she lifted it a little and I did the same. I'm pretty sure she was turning every time she made me use the pedals.
"I found a good spot! Lex, I found a spot, I'm gonna land soon!" She shouted into the radio anxiously, but there was still just static. I looked up and saw her grimacing like she was about to start crying, "Clark, what should we do?"
"Do what he said. Pick a spot and land safely. Then we hide in the mountains until your brother sends a rescue team." Or until we get hunted down by whoever the fuck we stole this chopper from.
*Boom~!*
"Aaaah!" As she screamed an alarm was blaring and my head was pounding even worse than before.
"Fuck's sake." I breathed out a long sigh as we spun around rapidly. We were about to crash. I'd probably be fine. But I didn't really know how the fuck I could save Lena in this situation?
"Necklace." That voice whispered in my ear again. I looked up at the crying and screaming brat, then crawled up out of the hole and used my bloody hands to rip her nightgown open.
"What are you doing?!" Lena snapped out of her panic to grab the amulet I was holding, "Let go! That's my Mommy's!"
"I know." I squeezed tightly and crushed it! Then space seemed to crackle around us with energy!
*Poof~!* And nothing seemed to happen?
"You broke it! Why'd you break it?! I hate you!" She screamed at me, but I hugged her tightly against my chest and kicked open the door! I jumped outside as she screamed, noticing the helicopter in the sky above us. It shot out two rockets.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" I threw the little girl as hard as I could! She flew away faster than I expected. But then the helicopter exploded behind me and pieces of shrapnel smashed into my back, neck, the back of my head, legs… It fucking hurt like hell! Not to mention the heat basically burned my damn clothes off!
I flew out in the same direction I threw Lena. It was so fast that I actually managed to catch up to the little girl, but I started falling and she didn't… So I'm guessing it was some kinda slow-fall spell on the necklace?
*Crack~!* I hit a tree and snapped the top of it off, then hit some more branches and eventually smashed face-first into the dirt.
I didn't black out though. I'm motherfucking superman.
"Oww…" I groaned as I pushed myself off the ground and reached back to rub my bare back. It was burnt and kinda bloody. I actually bled?
"That's not good…" I looked around but didn't have super vision or laser eyes to deal with the lost blood and skin cells…
"Fuck my life." I started limping towards the direction of the screaming girl who was still floating off into the icy mountains of wherever the fuck we were. It was chilly, even for me. But then the sun started rising to my left. I closed my eyes and smirked. It felt so fucking good.
"Kryptonians are so goddamn overpowered."