#thisisclarkkent

General Faora Ul walked down the steps of her ship, having spent three years away from her home planet. It had been close to a decade since her promotion, Dru Zod having presented her with the honor himself. As excited as she had been eager to procure a crew and begin her tour of duty, Faora had been saddened by what she had left behind.

As you get older, it gets harder to have heroes, but it's sort of necessary. Ernest Hemmingway

They called him a hero, this thing in the red cape. But Claire had seen friends fall saving the world; hell, her own family had been torn apart to save the world. This so-called Superman would never know what it was like; she saw his powers, his so called "gifts", and knew. He was a monster. She didn't know what his game was with this hero schtick, but she was going to put an end to it.

She stood in a gaggle of breathless teenagers in Metropolis, smiling because they smiled. She had a copy of the Daily Planet in her hands; there was a picture of him on the front, and she shook her head. The squealing of the girls around her reached an almost unbearable pitch and she looked up.

"It's Superman!" Someone said breathlessly, and Claire watched him float down in front of them, smiling. well, she couldn't' say he wasn't good looking; but that was part of the game, wasn't? No one would trust the devil if he wasn't pretty. She stepped to him, smiling, wide eyed and trying to look like the other trembling girls.

//*waits patiently*