THAT was my inspiration. Thank you, now enjoy. It took me 17 pages in my notebook. Rip my wrist. Leave a snitch.
And it's, like, so bad.
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Conner... Superboy - in the future.
One bomb.
Two birds.
And one cursed tower.
How did he even get into this mess?!
~||Conner the breakline||~
Not knowing where you're from is a bug problem. Not knowing who is an even bigger one. Both at the same time? It's a disaster, heavy on the 'dis'.
There was a gasp, an erratic, hectic breath and suddenly the world wasn't all black, or even green. But it was still dark. There was a lamp, hanging by only one side, cut currents letting out sparks. Some pipes were in the room too, a lot of them leading to...
... what was that,exactly? He came from it, of that he was sure. It looked like a tube and there still was a lot of green stuff - a fluid - spilled on the floor. Stamping carefully so he wouldn't touch it, he slipped through the door. There were guards running, shooting something at him, something that was supposed to hurt him but instead just bounced off his bare skin, tickling. He looked for an exit, knocking some bolder security members unconscious. His ears suddenly picked up a noise. One he didn't really know but it was kind of familiar. Then... well, you already know what happened then.
Krypto.
Running out and away.
Hiding from them. He was sure they had something to keep him down.
~||Conner the breakline||~
It was late night or early morning, he wasn't sure. He was laying in this all muddy alley, under some old newspapers that were used as a some kind of makeshift blanket. Krypto was soundly asleep next to him, sharing body heat. The boy's eyes were still sleepy and ajar, yet he could see a slim and tall silhouette standing a few meters before him. She, it was definitely a she, crunched slowly and at the same pace hold out her hand as if to help him up.
