2 From here he lies, to here he rises!
On another side of the vast Urban metropolis.
Sonic boom sounds echo across the city from time to time and many people are in awe of this being.
But over time the saying "Not all capes are made the same" started to be voiced by the masses.
As this person does their best, but obviously, it's not the same result.
the incidents of the recent crime wave become more and more frequent in the city.
With the absence of its former 24-hour silent and imposing guardian, people are feeling insecure about living in this city.
The city feels vulnerable and it will never be the same sense of security as in the past, despite the replacements' best efforts.
But some still hope that a new peace can be created.
Whoosh!
like the caped figure who continued dashing across the city's sky, as a deterrent, but not as effective as the original.
***
After arriving at the mayday call site, the guest passengers dispatched that they had an incapacitated aviator heading straight toward a skyscraper.
Just as the wobbling helicopter rushed towards a tall commercial building it was suddenly stopped by a figure going so fast they were a blur.
the blur who rushed across the sky is non-other than Super Girl.
Super Girl catches the helicopter tail and drags it away with the pilot and the screaming passengers.
She lifted the chopper to a helipad on the nearest hotel roof.
The cause for the error was the pilot passing out due to a diabetic shock.
So supergirl, with her first aid knowledge training required for justice league heroes,
she just gives insulin to the pilot from a medical case on board the helicopter at incredible speeds.
She then calls the Justice League tower to alert local authorities to call an ambulance for the pilot & passengers before she leaves.
Without looking back super girl raised up into the sky immediately without saying hello or any goodbyes.
Super Girl has No time to Comfort the passengers.
Not because she's rude, but rather it's because this city is not giving her a break!
Not even for a second for exhaling, because after she landed and the out-of-control helicopter, two other emergencies were happening in the city.
she's already heard with her super hearing cries for help in two different places opposite of each other!
With gritted teeth, she made a decision.
she touches an earpiece and Super Girl said:
"tower will send aid to the east side of town, as I go west!"
She chose to go west as it had more screams for help that included children.
A Tough and long day ahead for her, she thought to herself as she was flying at mach speeds with a scrunched-up face & she whispers:
'How did you ever do this every day, cousin?" she pondered with a wry smile while thinking secretly that this city is a bit too accident-prone without her cousin's interference, right?
Adjusting her face & swiftly she whisked towards the closest cries for help in the distance, wishing to arrive in time.
***
On top of the planet's daily office building roof.
A beautiful woman in a white skirt and female blazer stood gazing toward the sky absent-mindedly.
She was without her high heel shoes as her Bare feet touched the cold roof tiles nearing the edge of the roof,
She was in a trance like state humming to herself.
Every foot tap closer to the edge,
closer to falling from the sky like she's done countless times before,
but this time it was different, as he wasn't there any longer to catch her.
She had wild thoughts looking over the boundary of the edge of the roof,
She wondered that if she dares to jump down,
would he dare to show up magically like always,
and if not, maybe she could go to where he was for once instead, forever.
Like this, she continues playing a game of chicken with herself.
this desolate and vulnerable figure is the infamous and famous, reporter, Lois Lane.
Suddenly A cold strong gust of wind blew across the building top and threatened to cast Lois Lane off the towering skyscraper with its inertia, and plummeting down below.
She panics and immediately jumps back safely behind the safety guard rails.
She reacts by Gripping the ground tile gaps fervently as the strong wind blows by.
After the sporadic wild wind gusts bypassed, Lois Lane was relieved as she panted with a pale face at how close she was to death and realized that the didn't want that because...
she looks downward clamping her lower abdomen with a noticeable belly bump in a lingering fear.
While gripping her plump stomach, tears fell as she further steps back away from the building edge railing even further.
How could she have had such a crazy idea?
She was left behind, but she's not alone.
Not anymore.
She has a responsibility for his unborn child, their child.
Just then she received a phone call.
She wanted to ignore it but it was from the justice league.
It's thanks to the justice league she's still alive until now.
It was the league who took care to look after her, In his honor.
after all 'he' had many enemies, who are still alive and vengefully kicking.
"Hello," she said in a tired tone.
Thinking about the words she just heard, her body stiffened.
"A-are you sure?" she asks unsure if she heard correctly.
Her eyes go wide from the response on the other side of the phone.
the phone slipped from her hand to the rooftop ground.
She stumbled back and took deep audible breaths to keep from fainting.
as she collected herself and she turn to run, to get out of here & go to get confirmation.
She Whispers out a name repeatedly as she leaves frantically proven by the inattention to her currently bare feet.
***
Before These events...and that shocking phone call to the grieving and 4 and a ¹/² month pregnant Lois Lane.
In a grand memorial site in Washington DC.
Security guards far away from the sealed-off area of the site, March & patrol the grounds seriously.
they, like the rest of the world, are unaware of the world-shaking phenomenon taking place 8 feet underground!
***
*Ba-Dump*
an increasing subtle heartbeat gets louder and louder and more steadily.
*ba-dump*..*ba-dump..
ba-dump*...*ba-dump*..*ba-dump*
*THUMP!*
*GASP*
Dry Coughs and gasps of breath drown out the sounds of a now regularly beating heart.
***
I open my eyes to darkness all around me and little air to breathe.
My mouth is too dry to speak or scream for help,
I'm too weak in strength to Move much,
I raised my hand slowly to touch the corners of my confinement,
I feel around to identify the confinement dimensions I'm in.
in the darkness, my eyes are adjusting to the condition surprisingly fast,
it's as I thought, I've been buried alive, this is a coffin!
Is this one of those medical stories I read on the Internet about fake death burials?
'Oh, I'm suing, EVERYONE!!!'
But my previous thoughts fade as I touch my burial attire, it's not a traditional suit.
Was I buried in clothing close to an open-water diver suit, or something?
What is this texture?
it's a material designed like a shark skin with many indented layers of materials slick like a divers suit.
strangely it's both densely thick like armor, oddly flexible on my body like spandex, but soft to my touch.
as time goes on I feel the weakness, I had felt initially fading away somewhat, and slowly my vision became better and clearer than before.
in this darkness, it was like I was seeing in the daylight.
I hear a low rumble, which turns out to be my stomach, I feel like I've never even eaten anything before now.
the hunger is so massive it feels like my body is starving, crying out for sustenance!
but I feel queasy as my mind feels cluttered by the flashing of images and visions all jumbled in a mess.
It was just then that my head had a piercing pain, but the coffin confinement is so small it doesn't allow me to grip my pained head!
after a while, the pain subsided,
I opened my eyes with half bewilderment,
& the other half is a understanding of my 'new' self and my situation.
I can focus & explore these details at a later time,
but for right now escaping is the most important goal, everything begins after that!
I try to focus all available stored or dormant energy in my body on two things.
Number one is breaking this coffin.
Number Two is having enough strength to escape the 7 feet of compressed dirt holding my lid down after I break the coffin.
I know from my inherited memories that everything will change once I'm in the light of day!
focusing on my fist, curling my fist back with all my strength and send a *one inch punch* of sorts towards the wooden boards above me.
ka-cha!
Crick-ka-cha
Poof!
a crack formed on the lid & I quickly ripped it open more with both hands pulling it from opposite sides while holding my breath.
!
I crawl with my hands through the sand falling upon me,
(my wildest dreams are for my taking) I thought in encouragement to my self, as I nearly drowned in the sand.
with loose sand, I have more room, so I *punch* the displacing dirt barely, but I quickly crawl up into that open space and continue to repeat the process.
(the sky isn't my limit, but my birthright to soar in it at my whims) I encourage myself again.
(no wind can stop me)
thrust punch, crawl,dig,
(no man can stop me)
thrust punch, crawl, dig,
(gravity is my bitch)
*thrust punch*
*BOOM*
Finally...a breach of the earth!
***
A dirty fisted hand extends from underneath the well kept grassed and soil.
the fisted hand slowly opens it's palm as if reaching toward the skies and suddenly closed its hands as if it was to grasped the morning sun rays!
After some time, the dirt-laced hand retracted to the underground,
then a subtle rumbling sound before the earth explodes into the air, as a figure leaped out of the soil of the ground to one knee both palms touching the ground landing in a semi-track & field running pose.
Silently the figure slowly raised up, straightened his back & tilted his head to Look directly at the sky, and then closed his eyes.
after some time, he Turned back to look at the distorted grave site grounds & his eyes were lingering on the headstone that was planted on the side, focusing his eyes he read it:
Here lays the headstone of-
with a face crumpled, his brow tightened as if he were trying to figure something out.
His eyes flicker flashing red.
Off and on they flickered sporadically, until they remained red.
then he focused his gaze on the tombstones date before him.
a thin line of red light escaped his vision crossing out the death date of the tombstone.
Looking at the glass memorial by 'his' grave, he still had his laser vision active and accidently shot another laser-focused beam into it's center.
The crystal glass memorial piller was Crush into pieces.
"Oops"
the eyes were flickering again until they return to their previously ocean blue pupils.
"I wish I could have used that in the grave, but my energy was beyond exhausted." he said complaining aloud to himself.
Mostly satisfied with his handy work, he smirks slightly.
But a sudden influx of sounds invaded his senses.
It was like a radio-switching on and changing channels repeatedly.
Gripping his head at the influx of sound information in his ears, he frowned.
he grimaced, then closed his eyes to settle the feeling down with some reflection.
he achieved his peaceful surroundings again.
but he had 'heard' voices and vehicles coming this way.
His early target practice was too loud.
Gazing at his surroundings, he squinted his eyes and he 'sees' people coming to inspect the commotion of him jumping out 'his' own grave had created!
Not eager to meet people in his mind-muddled state, he starts to focus.
He closed his eyes as if searching to recall something from the inherited memory.
opening his eyes and then he bent his knees into the ground, which forms spider web cracks on the ground.
in a jumping posture, he leaps to the sky with air time like no other.
but he fell back to the earth.
BOOM!
Dirt and dust flies as a small earthquakes & small holes are created.
he does it two more times staying longer in the air each time.
Until he doesn't fall,
this time he's floating in the air, spinning in place like a gyroscope.
He focused his body again, and the air thunders in a sonic boom because of the displacement of air from being kicked-off by him.
Suddenly he's jetting across the sky and piercing the clouds above, and left a cloudy trail in his wake, a speeding blue & red blur dashed into the distance.
***
Luckily he managed to leave just before authorities arrive at the memorial site and they are infuriated by the acts of vandalism they believe it to be.
"Do you think it's grave robbers?" asked a guard.
"but there are no trails or suspicious people around." said another guard.
perhaps...
they all share a glare in silence as their hearts throb at a ridiculous thought.
in silence, they continue to investigate quickly, until finally, they notice that the grave is truly empty.
A pair of Footprints is firmly indented into the ground acting as the epicenter as the grave plot surrounding are full of ground cracks.
After recovering the broken coffin, palm prints are present from the inside broken casket door!
The expensive glass memorial pillars that have been put up from citizen's donations, had been destroyed.
And the tombstone head on the grave was cut up to pieces with a date of death on it sizzled out, this part particular is glaring obvious to the investigators!
With all these clues, they all stopped in place with chaotic breathing thinking:
'no way, right?!'
'it can't be, could it?'
With tears, the youngest security guard falls to his knees saying what they all were Thinking inside out loud:
"H-He's back...S-Superman Is ALIVE!!!
End-
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