Why am I here?

(Why am I still here? Just to suffer? Every night I can hear them... whispering... trying to take control of my mind.)

In the forest, a boy squatted down on the ground and clutched his head as he tried to resist the voices in his head.

This had happened many times in the past and each time resisting caused unbearable pain. Although resisting got a bit easier the pain never subsided.

But that wasn't the only source of pain for him.

His vision, he could see everything, he could see through walls, through people's skin, he could see from a bird's eye view like in Assassins Creed, he could see too much, he could hear too much. Usually, this would be under his control most of the time but when the voices started to try and take control his focus is broken and he can't control his powers.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" A cry like that of a beast reverberated throughout the forest as the boy's eyes started glowing red. A red beam of light like Superman's heat vision burst forth from his eyes but instead of burning everything down the beams of red destroyed and crushed everything in their way. A result of his Psionic abilities going haywire.

"SHUT UP!!!" He ordered and a shock wave burst forth from his body destroying the trees and rocks around him and turning them into dust and debris the voices slowly subsided and he fell to the ground gasping for air.

Every time this was about to happen he would go deep into the forest and subdue the voices so that he could avoid causing such destruction near people.

After a bit of rest, he then headed home, contemplating ways to end this misery of his. He tried taking his life but that didn't work.

Knives would break without a scratch on him, and hanging himself would only make his neck stiff, jumping off a cliff. The voice wouldn't let him kill himself either and save him through his own Psionic abilities.

He tried to get himself drunk with alcohol, which was pretty hard for a 6-year-old as he couldn't get his hand on alcohol that easily and when he did he couldn't even get drunk to find even a bit of solace.

His abilities were similar to Superman and ironically so was his name, Clark Carnel the only difference was that he had control over his abilities from an early age except the voices which could to an extent use his abilities by taking slight control over his body.

(Grandpa must be worried... I wonder what Aunt Marie will cook for dinner tonight.)

He arrived home, he was greeted by the sight of the woman who breastfed him while in infancy, cooking stew and an old man on the table drinking some ale.

"Ah! Clark, welcome home." The woman, Marie, greeted him as she put the pot of boiling hot stew on the table. "Where have you been? Your brother was worried for you, you know?"

"In the forest." Was the only reply he gave her before making his way into his room where his brother was reading a storybook about a Hero.

"That's the tenth time you have read that book Bell." He said as the boy looked at him with a smile. "Umu, the story is beautiful. Also, welcome back."

(Usually, I would be proud if someone liked my writing so much, but I am probably feeling guilty because I committed plagiarism.) He thought as he looked at the pieces of paper in Bell's hand.

The Epic of Gilgamesh.

Usually, in a hero's story, he gets a lover and friends, defeats a villain, and saves the world making him a hero but this story depicts the life of Gilgamesh who went from a tyrant ruler to having a friend and then holding the dead body of his friend, getting his weed stole by a snake which he found after a long an arduous journey in search of immortality and finally returning to Uruk after being enlightened by post-NTR clarity and becoming a wise ruler.

He even sold his works to merchants which lead to it spreading throughout the world due to its popularity because of how different it was.

"Bell, dinner is ready. Let's go." Bell nodded his head and the both of them went to the kitchen where Marie was trying to open a jar of pickles which she was failing at.

Seeing this, Clark simply deadpanned, took the jar from her, opened it and then handed it to her before sitting on the waiting for dinner.

"I almost forgot how strong you were." They knew of his inhumane strength since his early childhood. The first time it was displayed was when Bell was almost crushed by a horse but Clark immediately pushed it away.

"And John don't you think you're drinking a little bit too much," Marie asked the God of the Sky and the former head of the strongest familia in Orario who was raising his two grandsons under the alias John.

(A/N: I named Zeus, John in honour of Clark Kent's father Jonathan and since people with that name usually end up with the nickname John.)

"Bwahaha! Marie don't frown too much you will get wrinkles and look like an old hag." Hearing him tick marks appeared on Marie's forehead as she cracked her knuckles.

"Grandpa is done for." Even the innocent Bell knew how f**ked Zeus was right now, he just called a woman who was concerned about her beauty an old hag. But Zeus realized this too late and... let's just say by the time he was butchered Bell and Clark and already finished eating dinner.

It was time to go to sleep, something Clark wasn't looking forward to as he had to deal with nightmares but that night was different.

This night a new voice entered his mind. One that wasn't filled with malice like the others.

[Would you like to know who you truly are?]

The voice was suspicious but it offered what he wanted. He wanted to know who he was. He knew he wasn't human, so what was he? Where was he from? These were all questions he wanted to ask but didn't have the gut to ask his grandfather.

(What do you want in return?) He knew nothing came for free in this world, especially from a mysterious and shady voice.

[I would like you to take an audience with my creator. As an advance... he has offered you one night worth of peaceful sleep.]

(... This is a really sus situation but... worth a try. The future problems are for future me. Plus one night of peaceful sleep... doesn't... sound so... bad...) He drifted into the Kingdom of Dreams.