[b]March 13th 2020 New York, New York 6:00 P.M [/b] __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [i] "Good evening everyone, my name is Brian Williams host of New York's Evening News. It's been 3 months since the "Superman" incident right here, in our very city. Earlier this month, Hub's City Lady Arcana gave the people an insightful interview on who she is and her story. Many people ought to call her a hero, I agree. Our very own Superman however? Well...take a look for yourself" The images of the news host changed and played the various cell phone video recordings simply known as "The Superman Incident". Most of the videos were shaky but there was a common imagine, the sight of a black caped individual soaring through the eyes at incredible speeds towards what seemed to be flashes of light on the ground. Every once in a while the caped hero would dash at the ground, throwing punches or failed attempts to tackle and grab at the light. The speed and power projected from the hero was incredible but so was the damages. The ground shook, the skies roared... it was if an earthquake was shaking New York apart. Brian appeared back on the television speaking on queue "These images are disturbing. But they don't paint the whole picture. Perhaps first hand accounts of witnesses will help" Once more the images shifted and instead playing host to a variety of individuals being interviewed shortly after the incident took place. "He's vulgar! You saw him right? Comes out of nowhere, makes a big scene and starts talking all this junk to the television trying to be some big shot? And then what does he do? he starts chasing some other freak and starts putting everyone in danger!" "I mean yeah I think he's alright... he's dangerous but I think he's alright. I mean, uh... I don't know it was like a scene out of a movie but all the flying and stuff, yeah that was real, pretty spooky to be honest" "He DESTROYED my building! You saw that right? Whatever he was chasing simply dashed through some open door and out the other side, I don't know but than this moron flies THROUGH the building. Can you believe that? He flew THROUGH the building like there was nothing there. I'm tellin ya, I'm glad nobody got hurt but what type of 'hero' does that kind of thing!" "You know for a moment, I liked him. Sure he had some vulgarity but he sounded like a genuine good guy who wanted to do the right thing. He had this great smile, he was tall and handsome... he really looked like someone you could believe in you know? And then I don't know... I think he means well but I don't know, I think we all have the right to feel a little scared" As Brian spoke his last piece, the cameras instead never returned to him, instead all they did was survey the various aftermath images of the incident. "Is he a hero, or a criminal? People remain skeptical. What we can agree on is that the man who calls himself Superman is dangerous. Our efforts to contact the White House to see if they had any information on the Superman have fallen in vain. It seems ladies and gentlemen in an age of uncertainty, we are forced to come to grips that they are beings out there that cannot be controlled... Superman we know you are out there. If you are watching, the world wants to know... who are you? Why are you here?" [/i] ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Uncle Mike sneered at the television and turned it off, uttering "Pricks" as he took a long sip of his beer. Ever since the chase, since his official unveiling, John had been in complete hiding. He rarely went out and when he did, it was brief. New York was crazy about his story, the idea of some sort of super being with incredible speed and power living right here, somewhere in the city amazed but terrified people. With a deep sigh Joe lifted himself of the couch and headed towards the backyard where he saw his nephew just stand there, eyes to the sky in complete contemplation. "Having a good time?" Mike cracked, trying to get a reaction from his nephew but John didn't budge. John knew his uncle had to watch the little television special on him but Joe knew that John was listening to the whole thing. "I was close. Real close." John replied. "You sound more disappointed about not catching the guy instead about feeling sorry about the shit you actually did" Mike shot back stepping towards his nephew. "They were all accidents." The response from John caused Mike to grit his teeth. "Yeah but people got hurt John. What was it? Millions in damages throughout the East Coast? You put on a hell of a show sure but people could have died." There was frustration, disappointment. Joe didn't mean to give his nephew anymore unnecessary shit but he felt almost compelled to do so after being visibly reminded of just how destructive John could be. John clenched his fist for a moment in anger at his uncle's words but he knew his uncle was right. "Alright so I was a bit reckless." John's voice remained casual and his decision to purposely not look at Joe was gradually infuriating the smaller man. "Bit reckless? John you were stupid" Mike's voice voice considerably. After several moments of silence and a deep breath, he continued "Look you may not be the fastest like that one guy and you may not be charming like that Lady Arcana or whatever, but you definitely got some sort of special strength to ya. Look at the world we live in, these weird meta-whatevers are appearing and yet in a way, you stand out from them. But while people are cheering for some of them, you represented everything people are scared off... that if you wanted too, there was nothing we could do to stop you." This time it seemed like a plea. An honest attempt to reach someone. John was quiet for several moments before turning to face his uncle, a fire in his eyes and a slight change in posture that made all the difference. Standing tall and confident John locked eyes with Joe and with a slight intensity to his voice declared "I'll make things right. I heard what's been happening with the gangs. The Mob, Triads...people are dying out there. I can stop that" "John..." "What would you have me do uncle? I have to make amends somehow. Helping old ladies cross the street or saving cats from trees ain't going to cut it. All those other heroes out there, I can do what they do. I just... I'll be more careful" John sounded genuine sure but not perhaps not convincing enough. "John we all saw your little fight. You swung at nothing, grabbed and threw at nothing. If you wanted too you could have ripped the city apart and this was all because some sort of super speedster may you look stupid. The way he danced outside your reach, humiliated you. I couldn't see it but I know your movements and I knew what was happening. You really think your gonna keep your cool when entire gangs are shooting at you?" "I'm not a bad guy uncle. I'll make things right, I promise." John paused and looked in the direction of the city. The focus in his eyes intensified as if John was attempting to listen in on something in the distance. Within moments John raced towards the shed and emerged, wearing the Kryptonian black suit. It's been 3 months since he wore it, 3 months since he's appeared in the public eye. With the sound of thunder emitting around Brooklyn, Superman had taken off towards New York city towards what sounded to be like gunfire...