A Slow Process

Chapter 6

For the past few weeks, the team has been searching nonstop for Persephone Jackson.

So far, they've found nothing.

If you asked Conner about it, he thought that they should just give up. Everyone's been scrounging for the tiniest bit of information about the girl.

At first, they thought that it would be easy to find her.

It wasn't.

It was like she just disappeared off of the face of the Earth.

The articles about her spoke of kidnappings and explosions. But a lot of them focused on her beauty.

In a weird way, she reminded him of the pictures of Wonder Woman and Aquaman. Conner hasn't had the chance to talk to them yet.

Like Superman, they tended to stay away from Mount Justice. He doesn't know if they just don't like the hideout in general or if they avoided it because of him.

Conner knew that his upbringing wasn't the most... ideal. He was a clone, after all, created by a villain.

Conner was supposed to be a weapon that Luthor could use against the Justice League. It was pure luck that Robin and the others found him first.

He didn't blame Superman for staying away from him, he really didn't. He just wished that the Kryptonian could teach him how to control his powers.

It was hard.

And Conner was scared. They were treating him cautiously enough. What if he loses control and hurts one of his friends? Or worse, what if he accidentally kills someone?

He wouldn't be able to live with himself. Conner needed to convince Superman to help train him.

He stared at the ruined wall, before it was too late.

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Percy doesn't know how long she's been in her father's kingdom. Time passed differently underwater...

Just like in Tartarus.

It's been a few days since Percy last fell asleep. She knew that she needed to rest soon but it was so hard.

Percy knew that mortals often said that sleep was one of the only times where they can feel peaceful. When they're asleep, they either dream about nothing or dream about a time where the world was brighter. A time where they were happier.

Percy did not have that blessing.

Whenever she fell asleep, she could hear the pained screams of each member of the seven.

She would hear them whisper about how it was all her fault. They would taunt her— if only she'd been faster. If only she'd been stronger. It was all her fault.

And they were right, Percy let them all down.

If Percy tried hard enough, then maybe... maybe she would've been able to save one more person.

She knows that the thoughts she's been having aren't healthy. It didn't take a genius to know that you shouldn't dwell on the maybes.

But no matter how hard she tried to stop, it was like someone was making her think all these thoughts.

Percy scoffed, the fates never got tired of her.

Her life was like a game to them. She wouldn't be surprised if they had a competition called, "Who could make Percy's life harder?" every Sunday or something.

Why couldn't she have a break?

Percy was a fool to think that she could ever have one. It's just-