Superman: The Last Son of Krypton Page #3

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- You think NASA's missing a kid?

- I don't care where he came from.

All I know is, he needs us, Jonathan.

Look how he's reaching out to you.

Cute little fella.

Got a good grip too.

What do you think of

the name Christopher?

Now, Martha, let's discuss this.

- Or Kevin?

- Martha!

Or Kirk?

I know. We can use my maiden name.

What do you think of...?

Clark!

Clark Kent!

Yes, Ms. Stevenson?

Looks like you daydreamed your way

to another perfect score.

Once again the boy genius

performs to his usual standards.

And so did you, Miss Lang.

For a guy who just aced his midterms,

you don't look too happy. What's wrong?

Oh, I don't know.

Lately I'm feeling kind of weird.

You've always been weird,

if you ask me.

Hey, it's Lana. The girl who's had

a crush on you since we were 3.

- You can tell me.

- It's just...

...in the last few months,

I've been hearing things.

Things I couldn't before.

Like over there.

Jenny's telling Pete Ross

her folks are out tonight.

That little tart! You heard that?

And I can see things too,

like in the gym.

Ms. Stevenson's putting up

decorations for the dance.

Someone should hold that ladder.

You're saying you can see through walls?

So how many times have you peeked

into the girls' locker room?

- Lana!

- I'm just kidding. Jeez!

It's not a joke, Lana.

I'm going through a bad time.

I thought if anybody'd

understand, it'd be...

- Listen!

- What is it?

Call an ambulance!

There's gonna be an accident!

How do you know? Clark!

Hey, stop!

- Mommy!

- Annie!

Help me! Mom and Daddy!

Oh, my God! Clark! Clark!

Mommy!

Annie!

You're not even burned. How...?

I don't know.

Getting stronger every day, Pa.

Hello?

And that's not the half of it. Look.

It's getting hot.

- All you did was look at it.

- I know.

Yes, dear, I'll tell him.

That was Lana.

Third time tonight, Clark.

Won't you talk to her?

What can I say, Ma?

I don't even know how it happened.

Suddenly I was running faster

than I've ever run in my life.

I ripped the camper apart like cardboard.

The fire never touched me.

I always felt different,

even before you told me I was adopted...

...but how is it possible to do this?

I think it's time, Martha.

We never showed you this, son.

I guess we didn't know

how to explain it.

Still don't.

You know how some babies

are found in baskets?

Well, this is how we found you.

You're kidding, right?

You're not.

- So where did I come from?

- We don't know.

There wasn't much inside,

just some blankets and this.

Never could get the darn thing open.

Maybe you've got the magic touch.

What's happening?

- Kal-EI?

- Who?

Hello, son. You've activated the message

we placed in your escape rocket.

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