Part Three

Clark stood alongside his mother Martha at the funeral; He held onto her as they lay roses on the casket. When all paid their last respects and departed, Clark remained behind. His fingers ran along the casket gently, “I’m sorry father… ” he sobbed and then laid a red satin like material on the casket. It was neatly folded and he stood and watched as the casket was being lowered into the ground.

 

“Clark.” His mother had called, approaching him her much aged hand rested on his back. After noticing what he had placed on the casket, her emerald eyes gazed into his, “Clark… wha…?”

 

“I can’t!” he looked away and shook his head. And he removed his glasses and paused, slowly he turned to her, “I can’t do this anymore mother! I can’t bare it…” he sobbed.

 

“Clark.” Martha said in a soft voice, removing what he had placed on the casket. She held it in her hands briefly before she turned to him and put one hand to his face caressing it. Her face, lined with wrinkles, gave him a tender smile, “People die all the time my boy; that’s just the way life is. You can’t save everyone and everything. All things eventually die Clark. It’s the cycle of life.”

 

After a moment reflecting back, he wiped his running nose with the back of his hand, and then he looked at himself in the mirror. “If I couldn’t save my own father from death, what makes them think I can save theirs? I have failed… my father.” And those visions of his impending fate hit him in waves and those words his mother spoke circle his head, “All things eventually die Clark…” the cries of the people bring tears to his eyes as he squeezes them shut trying to block them out. “What good are you if you fear this thing?” Clark said as he looked at himself in the mirror. Tears streaming down his face, “You call yourself the man of steel, yet you stand by watching and listening to them die. You are a disgrace to mankind; you are a disgrace to KRYPTONIONS!” he roared and punched the mirror and the building shook as the walls caved in. Looking at his hands, “What have I done…” he sobbed, and with his great speed, he vanished from the Daily Planet through the wall he crumbled.

 

The city is in chaos as car alarms sound followed by small explosions, people are screaming. A battle rages, and the world is watching as it unfolds on television networks. The beast lets out a ghastly roar, and then we see Metropolis from above in destruction and soon we see earth from space. We set on the moon behind a caped figure. His head facing downward, cries for help are audible. Slowly he lifts his head gazing on earth as it looks like a half marble.

 

“I have failed my father, the people of earth. I have failed my purpose. For that, I can no longer be, Superman.”

Reviews

[...]

This one is actually very touching. I don't know too much about Superman and his stories. So I don't know if this is typical or atypical. But at least for me this is quiet turning point. To show real emotions and to show own weak side. I think that's quite powerful. Cause often tough guys never show their weak sides. In the way it's can actually make Superman more human. This dialogues go quiet deep. We can feel lost and sorrow with very intense way but not too over board. It's cycle of life can sound like a phrase but it's quiet powerful statement and sometimes we forget one day we have to die and maybe return. When there is that self blame at mirror it's still quiet powerful. Mirrors can be symbol of our soul and our deeds what we did at past. Sometimes there was not chance to do something more and we still blaming our self for it. I think some people doing this quiet often . Then that ending with explosions and mayhem at way it's little reminds me The Joker. That doubts about own power was use it several times at past. But again every human had this situation so people can relate to this feelings. I am sure Superman will be back cause we cannot live without our heroes sometimes our heroes give up but then return cause we again believing at miracles.

[lawrence bear]

Wow. I love this review. Deep. Thanks fkr reading.

[lawrence bear]

For is what i meant to say. Not that fkr. I type to fast. Well try to be fast. Haha anyway thank you for your reviews

[...]

Thanks . When i give reviews i want to be focus on writing what i reviewing . I think that show of weakness what actually what woke my interest at comics stories. I think when i saw first spiderman movies i was quiet impress . I mean that first version by Sam Raimi. I don't want to just try to say what people usually saying like good write you are awesome etc. I will be probably not give reviews how i was thought. You know spring time and garden calling.

[...]

Whoa this is quiet chaotic response .
Well that's how my mind works .