Chapter 2: Shooting Stars are Bad Luck!

There are some things in life that a person will come to know.

Guns kill.

COD lobbies are fun....

Dark souls suck... not just because I'm bad at it...

Whishing on shooting stars grants wishes.

No clue where the last one came from, and honestly, I would like to point out that it's bullshit.

Why you might ask?

Well, it was a normal chilling November morning. Yes, even in Australia, in the middle of bum fuck nowhere it gets cold. Sure, it was hot like 9 months of the year in some place, but damn it got cold out here.

With the best heaters money could buy and a bunker I didn't really have to worry about that.

But back to my morning.

I got up, showered, cleaned my teeth and decided to do what I usually do.

Anything I bloody want.

God, I love being rich.

With an indoor gym, high spec computer and one of the best entertainment systems that money could buy, the only down side of living out here was the fact I couldn't really order junk food and well....

It gets a little lonely out here by myself.

But the protection from all those super powered catastrophes made it worth it.

It was just on the news recently that Gotham, yes, the main stay of the Batman himself had some type of Joker gas terrorism attack and that shit seemed to happen nearly every week!

The fact that people found that shit normal was honestly insane!

Anyways, I just cooked myself a premade pizza, Hawaiian, yes, it's a damn pizza all nay-sayers can piss off!

For some stupid reason I thought it would be a good idea to eat out on the porch. The bug were a minus but the fresh air, calming breeze and sound of nature were a good trade off. ,

Low and behold it was as I was about to take the first bite that I saw it,

A shooting star.

I was already old enough to know it was just a metorite burning up in the atmosphere so didn't think much about it.

My mind like many others also drifted to the whole make a wish and it'll come true nonsense. But seeing as I was already rich, had basically everything I wanted in my life and didn't need anything else, I put it to the back of my mind.

It was as I was turning back to take that ohh soo good cheesy bite that I realised that the shooting star was surprisingly coming closer.

Like way too close!

"What type of cosmic karma shit is this?!"

Throwing my food to the side I almost dived back into my house as I closed the door and watched as the meteorite got closer. Looking to the side to one of the electronic panels scattered about my house, I nodded when my automated defence started up.

What?

You think I moved into the outback, made a mansion and bunker with millions of dollars and then didn't put in some type of security system.

Hell no!

I had guns motherfucker!

Of course, I couldn't get anything like an anti-air craft system, or any type of missiles, this was Australia. But I could get some automatic turrets thought the amount of money I had to use to bribe people was insane.

Hooking them up to a sensor system I got connected up to a multitude of sensors littered about my property and nothing was getting here without me knowing about. Though it was tricker to get my system hooked up to a radar system that tracked objects flying close to my area.

Thank God for Lex Corp and their hate of superman, it was a pricey package, but one a person could buy if they were paranoid enough.

Though I do think the sales rep said I was the only one he had ever seen actually buy the package.

At least it would stop anyone thinking that they could rob some eccentric maniac in the middle of nowhere.

Seeing the meteor getting closer and closer to my house, I was contemplating rushing into my bunker in the unlikely instance that it actually hits my house.

What type of odds would that be?

But it looked like I didn't have to worry, after watching it for a good minute the meteor slowly started to dip off. It wasn't going to hit. But shit it was going to get close.

Though my house was reinforced, I still backed up and made sure I was sitting on the ground for when it would hit.

*Bang*

I felt the house tremor as it made land, and quickly moved back over to the window. It was a lot closer than I thought it would be, I would say almost 1km away. Meaning I could fricking see the impact site! And by lord it wasn't small. I could see the edge of the crater it created from re-entry!

Now there were two choice in front of me at that moment.

A.

I could go out there and see what was going on. It wasn;t everyday that a bloody meteor crashed into your front yard.

or

B.

Stay here, go into my bunker and wait out what ever may happen.

I wasn't fricking stupid, after the invasion and with Superman running around it was pretty obvious that alien's exist.

I would be the rest of my ludicrous savings that whatever that was, that just landed, was an alien, or something similar.

So, I did what any sensible, paranoid, hermit with a state of the art bunker would do.

I immediately retreated to my bunker and hunkered down, setting my security system to defcon 1!

Nothing was getting within 200 meters without me knowing and my turrents fiering all the round I had on offer.

It was a bit of a fitful sleep but peaceful., when I finally calmed down, whatever was outside didn't trip the sensors by 3am which is when I started to relax. Though I would be waken up if anything did happen.

If it really was an Alien threat, though I dreaded any of 'them' coming down here, I was sure that the Justice league would show up to take it away.

Wasn't that thought comforting, glad that the people you were afraid of would come to protect you....

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It was when next morning came and nothing happened that I made my biggest mistake yet and confirmed that indeed, wishing on stars was bullshit. If anything, it was actually bad luck that followed.

With none of the justice league showing up after so many hours, no sign of movement from the crater, I decide to head down and have a look. I of course took a buggy... just in case.

It was when I peeked over the cusp of the crater and caught sight of the blond laying in the centre of the impact zone that I knew the universe was fucking with me.

I wasn't the brightest lightbulb in the shed, but that right there looked like Supergirl.

AKA, Super-man's baby cousin.

AKA, a Kryptonian.

AKA, the whole damn reason I made this led lined, state of the art, doomsday bunker!

I looked at the badly bruised, battered and was that also...yeap, also bleeding heroine and once again did what any sensible person would do.

I noped the heck back to my bunker!

End Notes:

Hey guys, so I decided to release another chapter of Retreat of the lost, compared to all my other novels I find that I write this novel different. Like a completely different writing style. I find it harder, but also fun. I hope you enjoy.

Who can guess, who is actually in the crater?