A day has passed since Jean saw The Steel Man for the first time; Jean is sleeping on her parents couch with a blanket covering her entire body and a icebag is over her forehead that has a imprint impression of the trash can’s lid that resembled a clover strangely.
Her parents and Austin are in the living room waiting for Jean to awaken, they had been told by the police the two were attacked by thugs and the entire intent went bad.
“Austin,” Mr Clock said,turning his head towards the man as his wife is worried for their daughter. “you know her well, should we tell her about Blake’s condition?
“We should tell her.” He says, nodding his head..
Jean begin awakening from her unconscious sleep and sits up holding the ice bag on her head, while emitting a groan.
“What happend?” She begins asking, shooting out questions. “Where’s Blake? How did I get he--” Jean sniffs her foot. “Why do my feet smell like flowers?”
All three people could not stand to contain their laughter,so the room became filled of good laughs within minutes of being heard.
“H-h-h-h-h-e's in the hospital, “ Her mother said, managing to speak in between her laughter. “Blake will be out in two months,thank goodness he wasn't beaten up.”
They fought? Jean thought, her mind spinning around. Are they like brothers? Maybe they could be kings of a far-way land called Heavenalot. They could enemies fighting over a long waged war for like decades and decades and so on!
“Jean, do you remember what the attackers looked like?” Mrs Alice Clock asks her daughter, after they all finished laughing.
Our attackers? Hm...I may have to spoof my own lie.
“They wore dark gray long sleeved shirts, one of them had a dragon tattoo from their hand, and they had black pants.” Jean describes, turning her head to Austin. “Did you get his text?’
Austin nods.
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Two hours later..
Jean is looking at her bedroom mirror, slightly annoyed about her forehead being the intended target once agian. She does not like clovers. How could fate decide my head needs another visit from a object?She thought to herself, frowning.
Jean sighs, turning her head to the dark blue laptop outlined in silver rubber at the edge.
I can get some answers through the internet,it will make my curiosity a less obstacle course than it is. Jean thinks, opening her laptop lid by the rubber and moved her hand lightly on the keypad. Research, here I go!
The Yahoo main page cleared from the dark screen, where the first words to be typed were: ‘transparent silver-like men metal and electrical’
“Good grief.” She said, leaning against her chair at the big screen of pictures and articls. “This will take all night, so I will take out just ‘silver’ and ’like’ from my search.”
One website popped up from changing the keywords, though the background is a mystery black decorated with stars and the background bares a striking similerarity to a old tree spreading empty dark brown branches to the sky.
On the right hand side is a portrait of a vividly identical man similar to The Steel Man without the costume.
“Dedicated to solving The Steel Man Mystery.” She repeats the website title, a smile grew on her face. “Lets see...where were you before New Jersey?”
Jean opens her media player, immediately playing the dramatic action music played on the first Spiderman movie. She reads the blogs submitted by everyday people from The United States to Ireland, each of these blogger reports had been translated into English for Americans understand.
“Where did he first appear?” She asks herself out loud, biting the tip of her pencil. “All the bloggers mention seeing from 1960 to 2012. Some of them go very far back.”
One of the blogs caught Jeans eye, mentioning The Steel Man's weakness.
Blogger: I ceedogs, submited 2011.
My son and I were chasing after his run away kite during a windy day, It was getting dark out but I sure became worried when nobody was there. Florida is really active for the beaches. I already told my son we would get it back after the wind died down.
My son is one of those kids who want to get their kites back from a tree or a roof, He kept insisting to get that thing back.
I noticed a stranger standing at the jewlyery store window, oddest thing is that his HEAD bore a steel-like appearance. He had no hair. he didn’t have a hat on. This man had on a trench coat and could have had a gun for all I care!
My son quickly got my attention by tugging my hand and informed he retrieved his kite from beneath a bench.
The sky above us became dark, so we began when a lightning strike sound echoed from where the man stood. The back of his head melted a layer, but still he had a Steel head and We both knew right then this wasn’t ordinary person.
We fled and went home.
P.S.: The Steel Man is weak to electricity.
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