YYCHHAGARO LARUM GHHOL

“Just because something is true, doesn’t mean we have to say it. To everyone we come in contact with. There is always a time and place for everything.” @sinistersuperman​

Brandon sounded like a human name. Perhaps he was raised by humans and didn’t know his real name. “Did you have human parents, Brandon?” 

Lor stood there proudly to speak about his home from what his parents had taught him. “Krypton is a planet which orbits a red star. Before it hit destruction, it was home to a great civilization that boasted advanced science and technology.” He said, speaking with a neutral tone and continued to tell Brandon more about Krypton.  

“My father was a military general there that was proud to protect his kind. He would do anything possible to try to save his people. I have great respect for that.” As his father was a general, Lor was taught lessons about his race and to protect himself as well.

“Aliens are significantly better than humans. Humans, you can’t trust.” He looked over at the scene, then back at Brandon. “I did, and it was terrible.”

Brandon looked irritated at the mention of his parents. Not at Lor, but at their memory. “My cradle landed on their property. They told me they’d gotten me from an agency but they lied and I hate them. They tried to kill me because I got mad at them, so I killed them first.”

Brandon sits on the end of an ambulance, half-eaten cookie in hand, and a shock blanket around his shoulders - though he doesn’t look like he even needs it. He looks perfectly calm after what’s transpired.

He nods, swallowing the bite of cookie in his mouth. “They didn’t like my powers anymore and tried to kill me,” he tells the superhero, an idol of his, judging by the Seven merchandise that still decorates his now ruined, lasered in half bedroom. He could be talking about the weather with how even and casual his tone is.

Brandon points at the body bag containing his adoptive father as it passes, the man’s eyes burned from his skull. “He took me hunting and tried to shoot me, but it bounced off my head,” the child reports, tapping the spot where he’d felt it ricochet. “I came home to tell my mom, and then she attacked me too.” 

He’d dropped his mother from the clouds. The coroner is still trying to piece her back together inside the destroyed house. Brandon takes another bite of the cookie and shakes his head. “I don’t know who I can trust anymore,” he sighs, shrugging.

Watching the other males movements as he swept two officers off their feet, then dropping them from up above. The other didn’t seem to care much about the human race, which was a common interest. Lor took interest in the other male since he had similar powers like him and perhaps identical thoughts? Of course, he didn’t know him, so he would find out if they could potentially get along.

Lor didn’t care about many things, especially human beings. He thought of them as weak, less knowledgeable compared to Kryptonian’s and their technology. It was grand to meet someone greater than humans. However, he still wondered if the other was of the Kryptonian race too.

“My name is Lor Zod. My family came from a planet called Krypton,” Lor responded, standing boldly in his black Kryptonian attire. He then mirrored the other male’s questions back to him. “Who are you?" 

His cradle’s message grew slightly louder in the back of his mind. Brandon was silent for a moment, his gaze flicking over him curiously. “Brandon Breyer,” he finally said. He sounded less confident in his name. It was a human one. “Ychhagaro-” he mumbled suddenly, barely audibly. Involuntarily, almost.

Lor was flying up above in the sky when he oversaw trees falling within a few seconds with birds scattering out from the branches, not only that but two red laser beams leading from an individual, which caught his attention and halted in the air. There wasn’t a person who he knew that had that power rather than a Kryptonian. He slowly lowered himself near the male as his black cape fluttered in the night breeze. “Pitty, humans who are causing you trouble.” 

It wasn’t until a second later he heard someone load a weapon from behind a police car nearby. With a smirk, his eyes lit up and struck the vehicle’s gas tank with two powerful beams. Ka-Boom! “He’s no longer your problem anymore.”

Brandon raised his eyebrows in surprise at the beams. He’d thought he was alone, there was no one like him. Behind his mask, he opened his mouth to say something, but another car pulled up, and two officers pointed their guns at them. Brandon screamed again, flying towards them like a bullet and carrying them one handed into the sky to drop them from a height they wouldnt survive. The impact shattered and crushed the car. The action was over in seconds.

.     A bolt of pain shoots through him, and Philip curses aloud, before rearing back and swinging a meaty arm at the child. He carries the knife in his flesh, his muscles screaming as they hug the blade, exacerbated by him moving to hit the bastard that stabbed him. Blood soaks his shirt in a spreading, moist flower. 

“Little son of a bitch–”