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  1. I'm glad I got that chapter out. To be honest I was dreading it. Exposition of this type -- especially on a muscle growth forum -- can be tricky to pull off. I had to go back to previous chapters to make sure I didn't fuck up the continuity. I gradually revealed through earlier chapters that 'New's father was a major c**t. Imagine if he'd gotten to Earth instead of his son. It would be the end of us all, I think. So now that's over, we can look forward to lots of hot action and more shocking reveals. Thank you, rippedstud79 for showing such an interest in my work.
  2. FOURTEEN. What I felt next is hard to describe, let alone explain. Imagine you’re underwater, and trying to swim to the surface of a pool, only the water around you has taken on a gelatinous consistency. As my limbs frantically thrashed through this ‘slick’, I felt myself unable to break the surface above. Further to this I felt cold, slimy tendrils of ‘fuck knows what’ entangle my feet and legs. I tried with all my might to fend them off, but I no longer had super powers. Not only that, I was no longer a man. Merely a… _______ ...I flung myself onto what had once been my bed from back home. In another room in our sprawling stately mansion I could hear my mother screaming abuse at my father in complete ignorance of the many strikes he had made to her face. Dramohol was a powerful intoxicant, and my mother had long since become addicted. It helped her to bear the pain of my father’s attacks, a vicious man who scared me far too many times for me to ever maintain any respect or love for him. My grandparents were good people — on both sides — but their children were awful people who brought out the worst in one another. And I was a product of their combined blood. It was no surprise that at just thirteen years old — having put up with a lifetime of their arguments and domestic violence — I felt as though I was the sum of everything that was bad in my parents. Still, I was just a child, with no siblings, only cousins. I didn’t see them very often, and when I did, we didn’t always get along. My drifting, unconscious mind had drawn me back to the night I finally fled from the torment I’d suffered due to my parents’ behaviour for as long as I could remember. My father had never been abusive to me before this night, but I guess since he’d killed my mother with his bare hands — and I watched him do it — his crazed brain elected me for his next and final victim. Our sun was about to go nova, which would annihilate our planet. Some of my world’s children — sons and daughters of the elite and the privileged — had already departed for Earth. I was due to go in just one day’s time. But an instability in the pod’s quantum matrix had yet to be corrected. An engineer was scheduled to arrive in the morning. I didn’t have that much time. My father had become enraged, drunk with power from those powders he often took to suppress his near-constant headaches. My mother had blamed the headaches on his constant plotting and scheming against his fellow High Councilmen, and the way he often grinded his teeth in order to punctuate a particular point or mood. Several doctors examined him and found nothing. It was decided that my father had a psychological imbalance, for which there was no treatment. Our planet was dying, therefore every effort was made to save as many people as possible. But resources had become extremely limited. Perhaps my father was planning to use the pod himself, although it had been coded to respond to my alphawave patterns and DNA profile. He could have rigged it to bypass these, I guess. I will never know what his motives were for strangling my mother with his bare hands, but it is an image I thought my mind had buried, never to be retrieved. But in this altered state of unconsciousness, I was suddenly privy to memories lost. For the sake of my sanity, I wish they had stayed inaccessible to me. I watched — my mouth agape but unable to make a sound — as my brute of a father crushed my mother’s windpipe with his hands, then tossed her over our grand dining table sending crockery and cutlery flying. He’d dismissed all of the staff earlier that day; the world was ending, so they could end their lives as anything other than servants to a Great House. I was alone, now, with only my crazed father present in our lonely mansion of rock and crystal. “Get back to bed,” he growled, seemingly unphased by the murder he’d just committed. I shivered, rooted to the spot, urine pooling at my feet. I was ashamed. I’d not lost control of my bladder since I was five. At least I hadn’t soiled my bed. And it was the urine, which ultimately, gave me the vital few seconds I needed to put some distance between us. I bolted when I saw my father reach for a large knife from the dining table. Used to cut meat, it would make short work of my supple, young flesh. I had begun my journey to manhood, that night. But would I live to see it through? I frantically tore through the halls of my home, passing great sculptures and tapestries, many of which would be duplicated on Earth within a codex created to preserve all memory of our culture. My father slipped on the pool of urine I’d left on the floor on the spot where I’d witnessed him murder my mother. I heard him cry out in pain, but I didn’t stop to assess the situation. I had to make it to the launch room, a great chamber at the top of the mansion where my pod was situated. The elevator that would take me to freedom was activated by a retinal scan. I wiped tears from my eyes so that the optical scanner would not misread me. Fortunately the doors opened and I was granted entrance. “GET BACK HERE, TAL!!!!” My father was back on his feet. He made it to the elevator just as the doors snapped shut, catching his hand. He screamed in pain, dropping the knife at my feet. The elevator doors opened again, and I could see that my father’s hand flopped uselessly at the wrist. Terrified, I picked up the knife from the floor and brandished it threateningly. “Stay away from me… I’m warning you, father. Keep back!!!!” I’d never felt so much fear before. But it empowered me, for which I was grateful. My father passed out from the pain of his hand. His prone body lay across the elevator’s threshold, therefore the doors wouldn’t close. I had no choice but to step over him, and make a break for the stairs winding upwards. I had three flights to take; why was our house so large? I cursed my family for its affluence. I eventually made it to the launch bay. The pod was in pre-flight mode and my flight suit was all ready for me. “Kreel, initiate launch sequence,” I stammered, activating my family’s AI. “Good evening, Master Tal. It is good to see you, however I cannot carry out your command. An instability in the pod’s quantum polarity matrix has yet to be corrected.” “Override. I have to leave NOW!!!!” “Override requires your father’s authorization code. If you can provide the code, I will be happy to override and grant you access.” I didn't’ know what to do. I didn’t know the code. That was it. It was over. Then… “TAL!!!! GET AWAY FROM THE LAUNCH CONSOLE!!!!” My father stormed into the launch bay; I can’t imagine how he might have recovered so soon. He was no longer armed, but his one remaining good hand looked claw-like, the way he’d bent his fingers menacingly. Something caught my eye. I saw it just for an instant. A blurred humanoid shape standing not far from the pod, at a peripheral console. It appeared to be moving crystals from one aperture to another, reconfiguring something. It might have been my imagination, but I could swear it had a black cape and equally black hood. It was spectral and ominous. I blinked a couple of times and then it was gone. Suddenly… “Override authorization code accepted. You may enter the pod, but travelling with a quantum polarity instability in the matrix is not recommended, Tal.” And then Kreel acknowledged my father: “Good evening, Lord Luk. It would appear you have sustained an injury. Please enter the autodoc chamber for treatment.” “Belay that, Kreel. Restrain my son,” my father barked, all the time shuffling toward me with a relentless fury. “Tal has done nothing to require restraint, Lord Luk. A full restart of my primary systems is required to reset authorization to your command.” I frantically grabbed my flight suit and climbed up the steps to the launch cradle supporting my pod. I was terrified. My father was still in pursuit. Snarling like an enraged alpha-male filak, he came at me in a last ditch attempt to prevent my escape. Just as I was about to climb into the cockpit… ...he grabbed my ankle and began to pull me towards him. “Get away from me… I hate you. I hate everything you are. You murdered my mother!!” I used every last bit of strength I had to pull my foot free of his grasp. Then I used it to pound him in the face, once… twice… three times!!! Growling in rage and malice, my father lost his balance and toppled backwards, tumbling down the steps from the cradle to the launch bay floor below. I hastily and clumsily donned my flight suit, not caring if I’d done it correctly. It was way too big for me. I realised my father had swapped it for one of his own. I had to leave immediately. My world had only hours left. I started the launch sequence. My world had grown dark, along with its sun, so there would never be another sunrise. I wondered if, when I got to Earth, if any others would make it. However, it had been made clear to us from the start that of the sixty pods built to take noble children to Earth, less than five had a chance of making it there. I looked back at the house in which I’d grown from infancy to the beginning of adolescence. For just a second I thought I saw a hulking black shape — the same apparition I’d seen at the peripheral console? — dart towards the prone form of my father and bend him into an impossible shape. Horrified, I rubbed my eyes and the ‘entity’ was no longer there. My pod ascended to the launch doors in the great domed ceiling above. I could see our dying sun entering its final moments. Strange, I thought I still had hours left. There it was again; the black figure; hurtling towards the sun. Nothing appeared on my scanners, so perhaps as a result of the effects of a traumatic escape from my father’s clutches, my mind began registering things that weren’t real. I was a frightened child. I had no idea what lay ahead. In my mind’s eye I saw that dark ghost emit powerful rays of light from where its eyes might be situated. It was helping my world to commit suicide, levelling edifices both artificial and naturally-occurring with emotionless abandon. “Warning. Quantum polarity matrix instability at 14 percent and rising. Warning…” I envied Kreel’s lack of emotion or concern. I wished I could be more like an AI. How was I capable of seeing this ghost flying towards our sun and rushing to its core in order to hasten its collapse? I had to be dreaming; I knew this couldn’t be real. My head was spinning. The pods were designed to dampen any inertia sustained as they soared through the layers of atmosphere and into space. I’d been trained for this. My breath quickened and I was glad that I’d emptied my bladder back at the mansion. The sun suddenly went black before collapsing in on itself. For a moment all was still. Was that it? Seriously? The pod continued to rocket away from my home, finally breaking free of the last layer of scorched atmosphere, where it was welcomed into the open arms of an infinite void. We’d been told in training that some of us might lose consciousness briefly as our pods switched from kinetic propulsion to ionic. Others might experience nosebleeds. I experienced both. When I awakened my pod’s viewing pane was opaque from condensation. I wiped away some of this, just enough to watch my home planet explode as a great wave of outgoing energy from our collapsed sun struck it along with its moons and other non-habitable planets in the system. It was all too much to take in. I’d never felt so alone. Strangely, my fear was abating. I needed to focus on reality, and not allow phantoms to cloud my judgment. Before I lost consciousness, I thought my scanners detected other escape craft from my world. Maybe others made it. Would I have compatriots on Earth once I’d arrived? Only time would tell. I passed out once again, but soon entered a state of awareness that grasped onto the periphery of what a conscious mind could accept as real. I saw my planet reforming, as a powerful force drew all of the debris and matter inward, as if to reform the planetary body anew. I saw an energy wave powerful enough to destroy a solar system get sucked back into the star that had generated it as its dying, final breath. I saw my planet’s sun grow bright and strong again. What? I passed out. When I came to, my pod was being bombarded with strange green rocks. They glowed bright and looked very pretty. My pod made a million+ course corrections through the rocks, some no bigger than my hand, others larger than the pod itself. Something struck the port side of my pod. A warning siren sounded along with: “Warning. Quantum polarity matrix instability exceeding safety tolerance. Life support is dropping. Currently rerouting power from nonessential systems to boost life support. Manual control and weapons systems deactivated. Deflectors at half power…” Kreel continued to deliver a dirge of information I failed to fully digest. I’d seen my world and sun reborn, but only for an instant. Then I was unconscious again, only to regain my awareness enough to see the fragments of my planet pummelling my pod. Nothing made sense anymore. I once again passed out. When I came awake, the green glowing meteor bombardment had ceased. I was in open space, although warning lights still blinked on and off on the readouts before me. “Life support is at minimum. Recommend initiation of stasis protocols whilst I attempt to stabilise quantum polarity matrix.” My mind was already reeling, jumping from dreams to reality, both of which seemed to have combined into an unsettling surreal soup. I was content to let my senses drift and melt away, and if there was a reality waiting for me when I again came awake, then that would be nice. Everything else was irrelevant. And so I went into stasis, for how long I didn’t know. Before my body was shut down, I thought I heard a voice whispering in my ear, as if some... ‘thing’... sat behind me in the pod. Ridiculous; the pod could only support one. The voice said simply: “Sleep, brother.” I slept. I awakened to find no warning flashes on the readouts. I looked out of my pod viewing pane and saw myself in… in… Space was teeming with life, here. Spaceborne creatures the like of which I’d never seen before. They were squid-like, with interconnecting tentacles through which searingly bright blue energy coursed. There must have been thousands — nay, millions — of the creatures surrounding my pods. “Kuh-Kreel! What’s going on?” I screamed. “Please refine inquiry.” “What are those things outside?” “Sensors are unable to identif—” One of the creatures materialised inside the pod, right in front of me. It hovered before my eyes, blue-glowing, apparently curious as to what I was. I couldn’t breathe. The last scream I would make inside my pod was cut short when the creature surged into my mouth and down my throat. Darkness took me once again. ________ I snapped awake with a scream. I looked all about and at first had no idea where I was. My hair was sodden with sweat and my skin was clammy. Was I back home in my bedroom not far from my father beating my mother senseless, or was I still in the pod, surrounded by lifeforms my people had never before encountered? Wait, I was covered in straw, for I was in the hayloft back on the farm where John once lived, before time and reality became so twisted out of shape. I was on Earth. And I was a man. That could mean only one thing. I had my super powers back.
  3. That was amazing. I especially loved when Superman destroyed an entire star with one ejaculation. And I thought MY supermen were strong.
  4. So kind. I can always rely on you for the nicest comments. I'm almost scared what to do next. 'New's dark doppel is out of control. The International Space Station; a fairground massacre, an oil tanker dropped on the Fortress; what's he going to do next? If you want to private message me some ideas, feel free. I'd love to hear them. Next chapter will feature something of a big reveal, clearing some of the fog surrounding 'New's past. I've written about a page of it so far, so it should be up in a day or two.
  5. THIRTEEN. The modular orbiting edifice actually looked beautiful as it began melting into a conflagration of yellows, oranges… finally molten white. Helped along by the station’s internal pressure, hydrogen, and oxygen fuel tanks, my doppel’s heat vision simply reduced the space station to atoms, leaving just parts of its solar ray collectors floating haphazardly in what had just become a grave. I had no idea how many lives he’d snuffed out of existence, but my empty screams of despair couldn’t be heard through the vacuum of this now terrible emptiness. In this void pure evil reigned without consideration for the fragility of human life. They really were so helpless against the likes of us. No… I’m nothing like… like… HIM!!! And in my mind: You don’t seem entirely sure about that, brother. These words seared through me; tortured me. I darted about space, not knowing what to do. I thought about John; I’d left him alone back at the Fortress. He was in terrible danger, along with every other human on planet Earth. I looked down at my hands. They were stained red. But how could I bleed? Wait, it wasn’t blood. I was covered in some kind of dust left from the destruction of the space station. My suit was black… or at least I thought it was when I brushed more of the dust off myself. I decided that a trip to the sun would get me clean. We’d learned in school that it is perfectly safe for us to fly into the heart of Earth’s star; it would augment us and cleanse any impurities we may sustain from our adventures. And so I flew into the sun. It took mere minutes for me to get there. I barely felt any heat at all as I purified myself. Even my suit didn’t burn up. My people had learned that our bodies — when powered by a yellow sun — would not only be invulnerable, but we could extend that invulnerability beyond us, thus protecting our clothing and allowing us to breathe inside an air bubble formed around us. We truly could be gods on Earth. But this ‘other’... this part of me that had somehow branched off when I turned back the Earth to save John, there was nothing godly about him. He was pure malevolence. And he had to be stopped. And even here, during my ‘sun bath’, my doppel continued to play with me. “Feels good, doesn’t it!” He appeared before me in a flash, basking in the nourishing energy of the sun and pumping himself up to his huge, muscled self. He was arrogant and overconfident. I wondered if I could exploit this trait in him, and somehow turn it against him. Instinct forced me to lash out at him. I rushed towards him in a rage, intending to punch him into the next galaxy, but my fists met with emptiness instead. “Careful brother. You really shouldn’t fly into a rage inside the sun. You might make it become atomically unstable. It is one massive nuclear bomb, after all.” He was right, I should probably leave. And so I flew away from the sun and back nearer to the Earth. My doppel was nowhere to be seen. I frantically scanned the solar system for signs of him; he could have been on any moon of any planet in the system. He might even have jumped back in time again; it was obvious he had the power to do so, but not by turning back the Earth. Something else must be responsible. I heard him in my head again: Connect the dots, Tal-Luk. The answer is out there… possibly… closer than you think! I needed Kara’s help, and to check on John. So I flew down to Earth and to the Amazon rainforest. Things seemed okay since I’d last been here. I checked the stasis chamber; John was unharmed and no longer undergoing any changes, thankfully. I activated Kara again and used her view screens to witness the many news reports happening around the world in response to the destruction of the International Space Station. It was terrible. There had been six people on the station at the time of its destruction, including a wealthy female celebrity whose face now dominated screens across the world. I caught a few words from a broadcast from a channel called CNN: “... impossible to ascertain at this time what could have caused the disaster; all systems had checked out at Mission Control. An anomalous element is being considered, but until we can recover wreckage for analysis, only speculation exists at this time. We’ve been told that nearby satellite feeds are currently being examined. More to come as new information arrives. Of course, our heartfelt condolences go out to the families of those that lost their lives today. Back to you in the st—” I curled my fingers into fists, letting my nails dig into my palms as my knuckles flared white with rage. Of course, I couldn’t draw blood, but I felt my heartbeat quicken and the veins on my temples throb. I was enraged, but I had to keep a level head. “Kara… have my people ever come into contact with space-borne anomalies which might affect the flow of time?” “Processing. There are no known anomalies catalogued in my database, ‘New’.” “I witnessed time-altering effects happening right in front of me. Speculate how I could obtain the knowledge to reverse the orbit of the Earth in order to turn time in the opposite direction.” I was grasping at straws, to use an Earth idiom. “Working. There is no previous account of this occurrence on Earth as a direct result of non-terrestrial intervention. You are the first to perform such a feat.” There had to be something else. Think, man… think. “Kara scan my body for temporal scarring. I can remember things before the changes my other self orchestrated. This shouldn’t be. There has to be something in my physiology responsible.” “Please specify ‘temporal scarring’, ‘New’.” “Oh… I don’t know what to call it. I think… um… something alien to my physiology that may prevent me from changing along with a shifting timeline as a result of temporal meddling.” “Working. One anomaly detected.” I held my breath and felt my blood run cold. I’d almost mistook Kara’s response as ‘no anomaly detected’. My heart quickened further. “Kara can you identify this anoma—?” Before I could finish, the crystal displays in front of me flashed an alert to more of my doppel’s handiwork. “... from right here in the Action News helicopter, I’m witnessing — and I can’t believe what I’m seeing, Anne — what appears to be a human figure flying… yes flying amid the panic and the devastation. We’ll try to get in close, although this is truly a terrifying and unexplainable scene unfolding…” I watched, transfixed, as my doppel flew about a fairground full of hundreds of people — including children — running for their lives as exhibits and stands and rides were each and every one either set on fire via heat vision, or smashed to pieces with super-powered fists. People scattered, many covered in blood, running in terror, but with no place to go. I had to help. I made to flee the Fortress, but a crashing sound came from John’s stasis chamber. I dashed at super speed through the draughty halls of the Fortress and reached John’s stasis chamber, only to find ruination. “Smashed to pieces. But no… John… where are you?” John was nowhere to be found. And in my head: What’s it to be, brother? John’s life… or the lives of these pathetic, flimsy creatures you suddenly seem to care about so much? What is the worth of so many insignificant lives against that of the man you claim to love so much and yet barely know? “I’ll KILL YOU!!!!” I raged. I couldn’t let him kill any more innocent people. He was right about one thing; I barely knew John. He was the first human male I’d laid eyes on, and that stuck with me. I was sexually attracted to him, yes. But I’d watched him change before my eyes, as my doppel interfered with the natural progression of past time; he’d become something foreign to me. He’d earlier thanked me for ‘fixing a lie’. Now his life — our existence together — seemed like an even greater lie. I made my decision. I had to intervene at the fairground. I used my super hearing to home in on the carnage. The fairground was in a place called Dayton, Ohio. I flew there in less time than it took to draw a breath. All I found was utter devastation in the form of hundreds of dead bodies, columns of dark smoke rising into an otherwise unblemished sky from the many fires my doppel had created from his eyes. I used super breath to put them out. Then I found a survivor; a terrified woman clutching a dead child. She was covered in blood and soot. Above her, a helicopter was fused to the top of a large wheel-shaped contraption. Half in/half out of the machine a lifeless body dangled; that of the pilot, or the camera operator who’d reported for the news channel. My doppel must have flung the helicopter at the round mechanical structure. I looked closer and saw ‘baskets’ or containers depending from intervals along the inside circumference of the great wheel. There were dead bodies in each an every one. This was some sort of ride, not unlike attractions from my dead world. The entire structure was about to come down right on top of the lone survivor. I swooped down and pulled the helicopter wreckage from the top of the wheel and set it down to make it safe. Then I went to the woman. She was safe, but in a state of shock, rocking her dead child to and fro in her soiled arms. It was unbearable to see this. I wanted to help her get away from this place, but when I tried, she suddenly snapped alert. Panicking, she frantically clambered through the ruination to escape me, still with her dead child in her arm. “YOU! GET AWAY FROM MY BABY!!!! YOU DID THIS!!!!!” Her screams tore through me like a million glass shards through mortal flesh. I was momentarily stunned. I looked down at myself. My suit was blackened with soot and detritus. My senses darted about skittishly. I was unsure of myself, or what to do. My super hearing picked up sirens closing in. The emergency services had been dispatched. In less than a minute the area would be swarming with police, military, paramedics, and fire trucks. There was nothing more I could do here. I’d managed to save one life, and it wasn’t John’s. I decided to fly back to the Fortress of Solitude. But when I got there, more horror awaited me. The Fortress was aflame; I thought nothing could affect it. I guess I was wrong. A huge mass of mangled steel burned amidst a conflagration so intense, that not even the moist air of the rainforest could help to suppress it. It was an oil tanker, dropped from the sky to rain its sticky black fire down on my only refuge on Earth. I could still hear people screaming inside the giant vessel. I managed to get three of the ship’s crew to safety — out of hundreds — although they would need immediate hospitalisation. The problem was that the Fortress was burning, with much of the ship’s superstructure collapsing around it.. If I could get to the stasis room I could use the remaining pods to freeze the survivors until I could get them medical attention. I did my best to clear the wrecked ship away from the Fortress. But the damage inside was near-total. The sticky oil-fueled fire clung to every surface. When I finally got the fire out everything had been destroyed. The Fortress had the ability to regenerate, but it would take time. How long, I couldn’t guess. The three survivors — all men — didn’t make it. I buried them deep in the jungle where they would never be found or eaten by predators. I flew far away, not having a destination in mind. But something drew me back to where it had all began for me: the farm where I’d originally encountered John, asleep in bed beside his wife, Elise. Of course, the timeline had been altered so much, I couldn’t tell real from unreal anymore. There were people inside, casually eating dinner. Obviously the news of the fairground disaster and missing oil tanker hadn’t reached them. I would not disturb them. But instead I went into one of the barns and climbed into a hayloft. It smelt like bovines, but I didn’t care. If I closed my eyes and concentrated hard enough, I could pretend I was back in my grandmother’s Filak ranch as a boy during the all too brief summers the changing climate of my world had effected. I soon fell into an unsettling slumber. It was cold and black, even blacker than the suit that clung to my impregnable muscular flesh.
  6. Thank you. Twists and turning points are aplenty coming up. I'll try not to have you all scratching your heads, however. Next chapter will be a shocker!!!!!
  7. Thanks a million for the comment. Things are really hotting up in this story. I don't even know what's coming, and I'm the writer. Well, I kinda have an idea. I had fun with that chapter, especially the nods to the DC Universe. I think a super-fit Lois Lane having a crush on a Kryptonian other than Kal-El, who's masquerading as a personal trainer/bodybuilder in a gym is a story unto itself that I may have to re-visit in the future. Margot Kidder with a six-pack could be fun.
  8. TWELVE. My “doppelganger” had to be responsible for the change in John. Before I’d turned back time to save John’s life, he had feared me to the point of risking it all to get away from me. Now that I had given his life back to him things were very different. I needed answers, and also clothing. I knew where to get both, however there was one problem. My sub-dermal locator — a surgical implant given to all of my people visiting Earth — wasn’t working. I mentally chided myself for forgetting I even had the thing. I tapped my heavily-veined and muscular forearm three times to activate the device. But so far nothing. John seemed curious about this. And so I explained: “It should generate a three-dimensional holographic map above my arm with coordinates to the nearest safehouse. Previous visitors from my world to yours built them as a means of preserving something of our culture on Earth. But mine isn’t working.” I continued to tap my arm in the hope of waking up the device. “Maybe all your big muscles broke it,” John offered by way of a simple explanation. He snuggled into me on the beach and I flexed my muscles in response to his touch. I loved the feeling of his hands roaming about my beautiful, godly body. “Perhaps you’re right. All this muscle-growth; I’m not prepared for it. We’re not meant to grow stronger and stronger, John.” I tried to keep my face from making a worried frown. My forearms and biceps were enormous, easily three times the thickness of John’s chiselled arms. “You get your muscles from working the land of your farm, but mine come from mystery and uncertainty,” I mused. John stopped snuggling and eyed me with a modicum of unease. “Come again? Farm? Er… I spent my childhood on a farm, but when my father died, my mother remarried and moved to Metropolis. I do CrossFit.” John proudly flexed his plump little biceps for me, and my penis began to take notice again. I felt a chill run down my massively broad back. “But… you have a wife… and son…” Before I could finish. “Whoa… you’re starting to creep me out, Tal,” said John, referring to my original name. He got up from me and walked away for a moment. Then: "Why would a gay guy like me want a wife and kid? I don't even like kids." I remembered taking his wife to the medical center. I sent a message to the child’s grandparents to come get him. I remembered John speaking to his father on his phone back at the ranger station. I had complete memory of John’s previous life. But everything was different now. “You said to me earlier that I fixed a lie. Your life was a lie? And I fixed it?” “Things are foggy in my head, but I’m starting to remember stuff. Like how we met. It was two years ago, at a bar. You weren’t as big as you are now, so you could still get around in your mild-mannered civilian garb. I really love it when you don the specs. You’re like a big muscle nerd.” John brightened up. I felt far from relieved to hear any of this. I’d been barely a day on this planet, yet John and I suddenly had a history that went back two years. “Tell me more,” I said, worriedly. John was changing by the second. Could it be that my doppelganger was continuing to change the timeline in the past so that John and I were leaping from one paradoxical existence to the next? Furthermore, how could I remember everything prior to these changes? In less than a minute his muscle mass increased considerably. His voice was deeper. Tattoos appeared on his front and back, and arms. His right pectoral became emblazoned with an insignia I recognised as my family’s crest. My duplicate was making more changes in the past which were reflected in John’s physique. It happened right in front of me. John didn’t seem to notice. “So you came to me looking for a job. My step-dad owns half a dozen hardcore gyms in Central City; he got sick, so I couldn’t manage them all and concentrate on my training. You applied for the job. I liked the look of you and hired you on the spot. Fucked you right there in my office, too. How was that for an interview?” He’d become cocky; it didn’t suit him. And I certainly didn’t care for it. Wait, hadn’t he first mentioned living in a place called ‘Metropolis’? Now it had changed to ‘Central City’. I looked down at myself and suddenly had clothing. The garment was clearly from my dead world. I stood up to better get a look down at myself. The bodysuit was primarily red, with a gold belt and blue boots. Billowing out behind me, caught in the sea breeze, a fine blue cape finished off the ensemble. My chest sported the same insignia as the tattoo on John’s chest: a blue ‘N’ symbol — my family crest which coincidentally resembled an Earth ‘N’, and also my self-appointed name since arriving here — set in a blue diamond shield with a gold background. A myriad of ‘alien’ memories suddenly washed across the screen of my mind. Two years of a past I shouldn’t have suddenly existed. I was the hero of this world, a superman known only as ‘New’. Things once again changed. John’s hair was now platinum blonde. He was massively muscular; not as big as myself, but not far off. He was dressed in loose-fitting exercise pants called ‘joggers’ and an upper garment I recognised as a ‘stringer tank’. My head spun; I actually had a headache. I wasn’t supposed to get headaches on Earth. We were taught in school that we’d be invulnerable to sickness and disease. John continued to fill me in on a past that was constantly changing: “So anyhoo, Bruce Wayne has this big bash to celebrate health and fitness in Gotham, and of course yours truly here is asked to speak at it. I’m telling you, Tal, that guy is sweet on me. You’ll have to put him in his place in case he seduces me into the sack. I know… guys are always throwing themselves at me, but I only have eyes for you, babe.” He winked at me before throwing his arms up to perform a ritualistic ‘double biceps’ pose. I’d heard enough. This wasn’t John. He’d changed too much, and in just a matter of moments. He was literally a different person, now. Yes, I will admit to finding him insanely attractive, with his blonde hair, and massive musculature; I even liked the body art. But reality itself had been shattered; I felt somehow responsible. Another version of me was out there, with the ability to change the past and therefore alter the present. So much knowledge flooded my head, and I frantically searched through it for a solution. It came in the form of a kiss. A little trick I’d learned to help conceal my identity, should it ever be revealed that Kirk Alyn (my Earth name) was ‘New’. I’d done it before, seemingly, when working at one of John’s gyms, to ease a person with a crush on me off the pain of my rejection. Her name was Lois and she was a reporter. She’d been injured on the job and came to me to train to get strong. I spent time devising a program for her, and over the course of several months she got strong and fit. She’d fallen in love with me, but I had to let her down gently; I was with John, after all. I granted her one kiss, during which I was able to erase her memory of being in love with me. I don’t know how I did this; maybe it was born out of a deep need to spare the woman any pain. When I took my lips from hers, she lingered in a kind of limbo for a moment, before becoming lucid again. She then smiled at me and got on with her training. That was that. I never spoke to her again and she seemed okay with it. I knew this to be a memory from a life I’d never lived. This stopped… now! I caught John in my arms and loved how his muscles felt. I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him deeply and lovingly. He became caught in the same deep reverie as with Lois previously. And then he seemed to drift in a transfixed state for a time. I didn’t want him to forget me, however; just to forget about all this crazy shifting of timelines. While he lingered in limbo, I flew him to the Fortress of Solitude, which I apparently created deep in the Amazon rainforest using crystals from my homeworld. And, yes…this time my pod remained relatively intact when I crash-landed, with enough salvageable technology to create one ‘fucker’ of a ‘man-cave’ here on Earth. Strange, now I could use human curse words. I took off into the sky with John in my arms. The trip to the Fortress took four minutes, or thereabouts. I descended through a miasma of mist that seemed to hang over the forest canopy and helped to conceal the ancient-looking pyramid from interlopers. Not that anyone could gain entry. The entrance only responded to my alpha waves. It was strange, entering a vast edifice I’d never been to before, and yet had supposedly created this not long after I arrived on Earth. It was kind of a reverse déjà vu, a feeling I disliked immensely. I decided to place John in stasis whilst I figured out what to do next. I roamed the capacious halls of my ‘home’, wondering why I needed all this space just to come here now and again to get away from it all, and to think about stuff. I made a soufflé using my heat vision, but only ate a few bites. Then I went to the computer room to get some answers. I deftly chose the correct crystals, rearranging them across the control panel in order to fire up the Fortress’s AI. “Greetings, ‘New’. How may I assist you today?” “Kara, I want you to scan the planet for DNA identical to mine.” Yup, her name is ‘Kara’. I’d considered ‘Siri’, ‘Alexa’, and ‘Assistant’, but Kara was my paternal grandmother’s name, a kind woman who’d shown me more love than my parents had ever been capable of. At least my memory of them hadn’t changed. My father was still a caustic ‘bully’ of a man, and my mother; well, she imbibed way too much dramohol to ever have much of a maternal instinct. How they’d even maintained Chairs on the Council made no sense to me. “No DNA match found, ‘New’. Would you like me to extend the search to Earth’s Sol System?” “Please do. Specifically focus your search on Earth’s moon.” “One match found. Is there anything else I can assist you with to— ?” I was out of there before Kara could finish speaking. The flight to the moon took two minutes. I was way stronger, now, than I was when I turned the Earth in the wrong direction. When I arrived on the moon’s bright side, I found more giant lettering etched into a small hill, about twelve kilometres from the moon landing site. The carvings created by heat vision looked fresh. This time they read: “CAN’T CATCH ME!” Dammit! I flew into a rage and considered shattering the moon into a billion pieces, but that would probably have destroyed the Earth. I needed to vent anger at something. I zipped about the solar system using my fists to pound meteors to atoms. That seemed to help. Then my super vision spotted something hovering near the International Space Station. At first I thought it was a rocket bringing supplies to the residents there. But it was too small to be a rocket. And too large to be a human space-walking in a space-suit. I zoomed in with my super vision, just in time to see a glowing pair of eyes firing up. It was my doppelganger, now clad in a black suit similar to my own, only his chest logo revealed a reverse ‘N’. At first I thought he was going to fire two lethal rays at me. But I was wrong. He smiled smugly at me before turning his gaze to the space station.
  9. Yes, eleven chapters in and John and 'New' are naked. Super suit is coming.
  10. You have no idea how much these comments mean to me. Thank you so much.
  11. Thank you so much. It's always a risk putting out a story that's light on muscle-growth and sexual content compared with my other series', but this is getting more readers and comments. So maybe I'm doing something right. It's refreshing to think that folks don't just come here to 'get off'. There is still power in narrative. Of course, I can't take full credit for this. We all know what this story is based on; I'm just not saying it outright.
  12. ELEVEN. I had no idea where I’d taken John. It was a remote mass of land totally surrounded by ocean. The breeze was moist and tasted salty. The sun had already set, so by my reckoning we had to be somewhere in the Earth’s southern hemisphere. Words failed to pass between us for a time. I noticed John was shivering, so I gathered wood and made a fire with my heat vision. The island was rife with fruits and such, so I quickly gathered some. I offered the bounty to John, for which he was grateful. His skin looked radiant in the heat of the campfire. His musculature was nowhere near the level of mine (which was still increasing), but I was smitten by his handsomeness. I didn’t dwell on fact that his hand was no longer injured (had my turning back of time erased that, too?) I cared more, however, for his vulnerability. Like all humans he was powerless against me. I could do anything I wanted to him and he would be unable to resist. Something dark stirred me from within. I felt my penis stiffening once again, but I didn’t want to scare John. So much had happened in such a short time. I had literally brought him back to life. But in so doing I set uncertain events in motion of which I had little understanding. In this respect I felt just as vulnerable as John. Although, unlike myself at this time, John had the luxury of being unable to recall what had happened during my turning back of time. Wait… that wasn’t right. He thanked me for saving him. But how could he know I’d even done that? He’d been unconscious. Then he was dead. I cancelled out his death; therefore he had to have no recollection of events. “What do you remember,” I asked him after I could bear the silence no longer. John looked up from his cooking of a marine animal I’d caught, skewered on a twig which he held over the flame of the campfire. I could easily have cooked it with my heat vision, but I enjoyed watching him partake of human practices that probably originated thousands of years ago. “Something wasn’t right. You fixed it,” he replied, somewhat vaguely. He broke off some of the meat and offered it to me. I didn’t feel like eating, although I should be ravenous. I probably hadn’t eaten in years. It was nice to know that he now felt comfortable enough in my company to offer me something to eat. We were no longer captor and captive. We were… “I don’t understand, John. What did I fix?” “A lie.” He hesitated before placing a morsel of meat into his mouth. I couldn’t make sense of what he was imparting. But I decided to try something: “Do you remember shooting me back at the ranger station?” “Why would I do something like that, ‘New’? I love you. I would never try to hurt you,” he replied. Hearing this was like a blow to my chest, although one that was simultaneously pleasant and excruciating. He put down his meat-on-a-stick, and edged around the campfire so that we were close enough to… “Your muscles are magnetic to me. How I can bear being apart from you for more than a minute is punishment like no other. Do I deserve to be punished?” He began exploring my taut, bulging physique with abandon; I really couldn’t stop him because it felt so right. He wasn’t anything like the John he’d been before his ‘death’. Was I the cause of this? All I wanted to do was save his life; but had I taken one life away, only to replace it with… another? His hands should have been rough from years of hard toil on the land. But his touch was soft, like that of someone who’d been protected throughout his life. His body looked different than before; I could see it now. His muscles were more sculpted, with emphasis on beauty at its most masculine. The ruggedness from before was no longer there. It was as if he got this body from doing anything but working a farm. In saving his life by turning back time, I had changed his past, too. Perhaps I’d turned the Earth in the opposite direction a little too much? A working theory, but that’s all I had at this time. The image of my time-turning ‘twin’ came to me again. His smug salute seemed more to mock me, now that I perceived it differently. He looked like me, but he was nothing like me. Or… perhaps… he was everything like me… and more. I should have stood up and stepped away, soaring into the night sky before shooting off to a far-off place. John would be alone, but at least he’d be spared my further meddling in his life. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave him; I wanted his hands to touch me in other places, too. I grew more erect. I noticed he, too, was hard. I was much bigger than him, so I helped him to my lips by scooping him up in my arms. He didn’t try to resist. And I was able to truly taste his lips, now that they were full of life, instead of desperately trying to get his heart pumping again back at the lake. He put his arms around me as I tasted him, and I, too, locked him into a deeper embrace. I moaned with delight when I felt the muscles of my back bunching and shifting as his eager hands roamed the vast delta spread I now sported. He’d asked me if he deserved to be punished. I didn’t know the answer to that. Of course he didn’t, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something within me didn’t entirely think as I did. John pushed me onto the sand; he actually pushed me? Forget super powers; I was just a man at this time. Everything I’d been up to this point; every event that led to me existing in this place at this time, was immaterial. All that mattered was John loving me. I had no experience doing anything like this, even though I’d learned so much from speed-scanning the internet. I couldn’t take the lead in this. That was John’s job. And so for the time being, he was the superman, and I his damsel in distress. But if this was how distress felt, then I never wanted it to stop. We rolled around on the beach, exploring each other’s bodies with reckless abandon. I didn't resist when John gained the upper hand and straddled me in a fitful display of brutish domination. His sudden lean towards aggression was primal, undiluted, and ultimately irresistible. This was my first time to experience an act of passion, therefore it had to be special. He had me pinned to the beach, and I liked it a lot. My bulging chest heaved with an energy fed by anxiety, man-lust, and fear of the unknown. John seemed to wax larger before me as he pitched forward to roll his tongue inside my mouth. But in reality it just seemed like he was getting bigger, because I effortlessly lifted him upwards and closer to me with every breath I took. He pinned my arms to the sand and alternated between exploring my mouth and lips further, and taking his mouth to other places; my neck, shoulders and chest. He was insatiable; and I feared even I couldn’t satisfy his sudden cravings. My body steamed with musk and soon I was giving off heat warmer than the dying campfire next to us. Thankfully this heat wasn’t coming out of my eyes, so no damage could be done. Between further kissing motions, John managed to release more words: “I… asked… you… if… I should… be… punished. I don’t… think you’re suddenly… capable of that.” His fervent oral explorations of my superhuman body continued, and John began to shift down lower with intent to fire things up below my navel. I did not complain. I had given him complete reign over me; I didn’t want this to ever end. A fleeting, if somewhat amusing, notion flashed across the screen of my mind, that I could easily rotate the Earth clockwise again if I wanted to, if only to revisit this special moment with John again, and again. He took me in his mouth and my entire body bucked. I gasped audibly, arching my back up from the sand. I tensed like never before. This wasn’t like back home, when the beginnings of puberty had me ‘experimenting’ with myself when I should have been quietly sleeping in my bed. I felt my penis growing larger and larger, far beyond what any mortal man’s anatomy was capable of. And yet, John was able to take me without complaint, for which I could never be more thankful. The sensations coursing through me were new, but they felt right, but only if delivered by John. He was the first male human I’d come across after crash landing on Earth; from here on I knew that no other man would measure up to what he was capable of giving to me. I would ultimately receive of him and thus be improved by him. I needed to substantiate our union further. John was the experienced one; I was just along for the ride. I changed my position, giving myself over completely to innate instincts that drove me to comply to John's expert dominion over me. I still hadn’t answered him with regard to his deserving of punishment. How could someone capable of providing such pleasure deserve to suffer for it? I fleetingly thought about his wife and son; the former recovering from life-saving surgery; as for the latter? I had denied a young boy a life with his father. Was I any better than my own father, who at his best was a despicable would-be-autocrat with more power in our planet’s hierarchy than any one man deserved to wield? Perhaps it was merciful that my world was no more; should my father have managed to topple a Council in crisis, in order to gain complete control over the masses, would my people have suffered a far worse fate? My mind was reeling from so many conflicting thoughts now; I needed to bring myself back to the moment. John was my ruler at this time. That was all that mattered. “How… can… one so powerless as I punish his… master?” I finally managed to answer him, as his oral journey around me continued, however the words came out as gasps and groans in the heat of a moment I hoped would never end. John had been galvanised by my yearning to be dominated — ‘broken in’ — made truly a man. I was more than any human man could ever be — even the sum of all mankind couldn’t topple me — but I would never truly be a man made whole, until I allowed another in. “Is… that… how… you… see me? As your master?” John spoke as he guided himself into me. It seemed like an eternity ago — another life, even — since John had been an abductee by a confused alien being, scared witless and wetting himself. That version of John, despite having a damaged hand, had risked life and limb to climb down a mountain to get back to his family and away from the monster that he thought I was. I would be deceiving myself if I said I didn’t like John playing the role of master. “Yessss,” I rasped. Hearing this goaded him further. And so he mastered me for a time in which an eternity could have passed and I wouldn’t have cared. He pulsed into me, repeatedly, and at first I went with him; but I then learned to resist and push back, making the entire experience that much more pleasurable. No amount of internet research could have prepared me for this. I gave myself to him in my entirety; although I still had my powers, I chose not to use them at this time. I was almost ashamed for experiencing orgasm so soon. I should have made the moment last. But it was my first time; I was inexperienced. As John continued to ride me with no sign of tiring, I felt my issue release into the sand below. My rigid penis pulsed my cream into the earth, and I screamed in a mixture of fear and ecstasy. John had left me gasping, and then he, too climaxed, perhaps finishing early so as to maintain as much synchronicity with me as possible. It was good of him to put my considerations before his own. He sat up from my ‘servicing’ and regarded me astutely, his fervour quickly diminishing. “A man with your abilities needs to be kept in check. Best that someone who loves you be given that task. There is as much horror in this world as there is beauty. You need me to help you see only the beauty. There is a darkness in you, ‘New’. But together we can keep it locked away where it can’t do any harm.” John didn’t sound like himself. Then again, a lot had changed in the blink of an eye. He got to his feet and reached down to take my hand. I half-rose using my power, and half-allowed John to take the rest of my weight. Together we had me on my feet from which John took me in his arms. I loved him. I loved how he was in charge, and I was content to be his subordinate. I allowed him to hold me tight, from where he then smiled at me before looking to the stars in the night sky above. “Hold on,” he said, and I would not defy him. I held him firmly but not uncomfortably so. I trusted him unconditionally. And so he bore us both aloft. John carried me upwards. We soared vertically for a time that seemed without end. In reality, I was doing the flying, but it felt wonderful to pretend that our roles had somehow reversed. We hovered at a comfortable height; it wasn’t too cold, or taxing to John’s lungs. We were entwined, softly spinning in a way that must have seemed majestic to watch from afar. Our aerial ballet took us far out over an ocean made scintillant by reflections of a nurturing moon. All was peaceful. But it wasn’t to last. I drew back from kissing John, if only to allow him to draw a breath. Over his shoulder I saw something dark and disturbing. It was the silhouette of a man, hovering above us, distant, and with a super moon in all its radiance at his back. I zoomed in on him with my super vision, but I only just caught the briefest glimpse of him before he was gone. I’d encountered him before, of course, back in the maelstrom of my making, the vortex of speed and power I’d generated by turning back the Earth and the time that made it tick. He had saluted me with a finger to the side of his head; a once military gesture of respect to a superior long since diluted by casual social human etiquette. But it had to have a special significance coming from him. Something caused me to zoom in on the moon itself. My eyes could work like the most powerful telescopes if I needed them to. He’d left me a message, letters hundreds of feet high, carved out of moon rock using heat vision comparable to my own. Two words. They read: “You’re Welcome”.
  13. TEN. Earth’s many varied landscapes, cities, and oceans, blurred into one beneath me as my speed gathered greater and greater momentum. It transformed everything below into a constantly-shifting kaleidoscope of variegated hues and textures. I adjusted my flight path so that I flew in a clockwise direction around the planet at its widest circumference. I don’t know how I knew this (again, I’d not paid enough attention back in school when learning about my future home’s planetary geography); call it ‘New’ instincts, or perhaps powers my mentors and previous visitors to Earth hadn’t experienced or anticipated. To help me concentrate, I timed each complete turn around the Earth in my head until numbers seemed to throb across the screen of my mind. I kept my focus and flew straight as an arrow, never deviating, never faltering. I cared not at this point that the muscles of my outstretched arms appeared to be thickening — with cuts and bulges becoming larger as the seconds rolled onward — and veins across my forearms and biceps looked more defined and tense than I’d been previously aware of. I used rage and grief and the determination not to fail to fuel my journey. I kept going… and going. My speed increased along with my concentration. I passed the same landmarks every thirty seconds or so, although at this altitude and speed, I could barely make anything out. Eventually everything below me blurred into the same grey haze, which was probably for the best, considering my revolutions around the planet were causing tremendous tidal and polar distress. In my attempt to halt, and even reverse the passage of time, my actions laid claim to hundreds of millions of lives. I shattered much of the polar ice caps; I caused plates in the Earth’s crust to shift and buckle, which sent massive tidal waves crashing over and swallowing whole cities in a matter of moments. But my screams brought on by the stress of my situation easily drowned out those of the population below me. I increased my speed, easily completing one turn around the planet in just a couple of seconds. Could my speed become infinite? And if it did, what would happen to the world; ultimately, what would happen to me? In my mind I saw my actions cause the planet to break apart, but I resigned this to the fiction section. I would not let this happen. I intended for my actions to be good and to benefit John and my newfound home. In my mind I saw myself slowing the rotation of the Earth to a point where it actually stopped spinning on its axis. But what did that mean for John and the billions of other humans he shared a world with? At this point something I can only describe as a ‘branching off’ seemed to occur. As I brought the rotation of Earth to a fleeting halt, I looked to my left and saw something — an afterimage? — but of what? It smiled at me; then saluted me with a finger, before zipping away at a speed only I could match. The image looked like me, but for the fraction of a second in which he managed to match my speed and flight path, I didn’t much care for the twisted look of conceit on his face. It could have just been my mind playing tricks. I was generating forces the like of which had never existed before. Or maybe they did exist, but had yet to be accessed and applied. I put it all out of my head and thought only of saving John. I had stopped the Earth from turning, but this wasn’t enough to save him. I had to get faster; I had to get stronger. And so I mustered more strength and speed. I don’t know how I managed this; I was in uncharted waters, despite the oceans below me evaporating entirely. At this point there didn’t seem to be anything left in existence bar myself. What had I done? WHAT HAD I DONE? “No! This is not how it must be! I need to get stronger!” I felt my body expanding, my muscles gorging on blood and space and the matter of creation itself. I drew in energy light and heat and gravitational stresses. I sucked up life and death and cancelled out both. For a microsecond nothing at all existed. And even that nothingness wasn’t spared consumption by every cell in my body. I grew as if to engulf the world — all of creation — and thus I became the Creator of All. The myriad life I had taken from this world, was thus returned. And it came back in its entirety as my power as a superman forced the Earth to begin once again rotating, only now in the completely opposite direction. I had succeeded. I will never know what possessed me to perform this unprecedented act. Many would call it a miracle. Perhaps it was. But now that I had the Earth spinning clockwise, I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop until all had been as before. I was completing rotations faster than I could blink, and I was turning failure into success. I had to succeed. The Earth appeared to re-form below me. The ice caps appeared to ‘patch’ up, and great fissures in the mantle healed up like wounds miraculously closing by themselves. Forests leveled and reduced to splinters were drawn back, the very matter from which they were formed seemed to regain shape and structure. Entire cities — flattened by my actions — were rebuilt in reverse time. Vehicles swallowed by the erupting Earth were returned to intact roads, where for a moment in shattered time there were only smouldering craters. Oceans settled down and all marine life supported by them felt their hearts — however big or minute — beat once more. A chorus of life breathed gasps of relief below me, and as I began to tire, I felt that chorus rise up and support me like billions of hands caressing my massively-muscled flesh. I could go on. I must finish this. Where was John? Would he exist once again? I continued to turn the Earth backwards, taking time in a direction it was never meant to travel. I felt like I was returning to that lakeshore where I had begun this. Familiar shapes and forms began to solidify below me out of a ‘soupy aether’ I had created. I felt the heat of a great fire devouring a forest gradually lose its bite and be drawn back to a point where a helicopter had fallen out of the sky — entirely my fault — and a voice in my head mocked me: They need machines to fly. Pathetic. It was my voice. Or more accurately his voice. For a microsecond I saw another version of myself. He was selfish and cold. He saluted me and flew away. I didn’t care for him. But he didn’t exist now, because I had reversed time to a point before he existed, right? My head was burning. I was in a new place; I shouldn’t exist there, but I did. Things continued to be restored. The helicopter was made whole again and returned to a point where it hovered over the same lake that had claimed the life of John. I had failed to save him before. But now I could save him this time. Because I owned time. I remade it. And so everything that existed because of time was remade. John was no longer on the shore of the lake. He was in the lake, and I felt myself reaching out to him. But now that I got to relive this moment, I saw that it was already too late. I couldn’t have saved him at this point. So I turned the Earth back further to before I’d flown John far too high into Earth’s thinner atmosphere as I struggled to regain control of my burgeoning powers. It was here that I intervened. I could see myself struggling in flight, with John held dearly in one arm whilst I punched myself repeatedly in the head. How many versions of me could exist at any one time? I suddenly had the ability to fly towards the other me who’d already lost consciousness from one too many blows to the head. John was limp in his grasp, but I took him away from the other me, and allowed my doppelganger to fall to the lake far below. I had John back. The Earth slowed once again. Now that I was no longer turning it in the opposite direction, it took over from me and set itself back to its correct rotation. It had taken just a few minutes for me to undo the world. Now it was back on course, and those minutes never got to be lived a second time. I flew both of us far away. I didn’t want to be anywhere near Reeve County for fear I’d repeat the events I worked so hard to erase from existence. The world was back turning as it should, and everything seemed beautiful. He was alive next to me. I could feel his heart beating through the connection of our fleshes. What he said to me before he settled into a gentle slumber in my arms, however, made the blood in my veins run cold. He said: “Thank you.”
  14. NINE. My growing powers became too much for a flimsy tower of wood and brick to resist. I held John close to me as I lifted him free of the crumbling edifice, and thus, my incredible abilities protected us and cast us aloft once again. It felt to me like John was shrinking inside my embrace; I found myself having to adjust my grip so as not to lose my hold on him. It was an unsettling experience, feeling myself getting bigger and stronger as I ascended further and further into the higher layers of Earth’s atmosphere. Should the air become too thin, John would struggle to breathe. I wanted to protect him , but the more I grew, the more he seemed to grow less significant in my possession. We were now both fully unclothed as my body grew too large for the remnants of my stolen clothing to contain. As unnatural as my transformation felt at this time, the fact that our bodies had been stripped down to their natural state and were entwined during this moment of uncertainty, seemed like a progression unto itself. It was as though this was meant to be; a union of two disparate beings intended to be made one. This could only be fully realised and brought to fruition if our pairing was through a complete physical contact of the skin. I was mindful of John’s fragile state. I could feel him shivering and gasping, and so I did my best to concentrate on getting my flight power under control. I looked above us and saw the sky growing dark, and the beginning of starlight. I was too high. John would die if I didn’t do something drastic, and soon. I looked down. I saw a lake far below. I scanned it with my super vision, checking for pollutants or dangerous aquatic life. It seemed okay. Then I brought up a fist harder and stronger than steel to strike my temple. I hit myself several times, each time mustering more and more power. I was desperate to save John. He felt smaller to me, his face seemed to sink into my growing chest muscles. It was as if my body had the ability to absorb him completely. An absurd notion. I hit myself again... and again. I punched myself further; whether I was actually capable of bruising my skin here on Earth was immaterial at this time. I had to lose consciousness or else the vacuum of space would take John from me. I felt myself slowing down, my angle of ascent levelling out. I felt disorientated, even stunned. Good... it was working. One more punch did it. Everything grew dark around me. There was nothing for an indeterminable time. It could have been seconds or hours. Hopefully seconds. They were all John had. ————— The splashdown into the cool water revived me. My senses sharpened in a heartbeat, and I beat around in the water for a few seconds to regain my orientation. I looked about for John. He was nowhere to be seen. I used my super vision to look under the lake’s surface. There he was, about twenty metres below me. His body was limp, but x-ray vision revealed that he still had a beating heart, although it was faltering, slowing down. I aimed my body downward and ‘flew’ down to retrieve him. I grabbed him gently — lovingly — and carried him up to dry land. I lay him on the soft lakeshore and rubbed his body all over, using swift motions with my hands in order to get some heat into him. I was tempted to bathe him in the gentlest heat vision, but I still didn’t fully trust my powers and ability to control them. I didn’t want to hurt him, or even vaporise him in a desperate attempt to augment his life signs. He wasn’t responding. I began to panic. Think, you fool, I commanded myself. I thought back to my school days back home, although I’d buried those memories deep inside my mind during my ‘rebirth’. We’d had training in many Earth skills, in case we accidentally harmed a human and therefore had to render them assistance. One such skill was called CPR. We’d had something like it on my deceased world, only it involved crystals, the kind much of our technology was based on. I remembered the motions I’d been taught using holographic representations of humans from Earth. I pressed my palms to his chest and applied rhythmic pressure, alternating between this and breathing into John’s mouth. It was my first time to ‘taste’ him. Had the circumstances been different, I might have enjoyed the experience. “Come back to me,” I implored. I was careful not to press too hard, because I could easily kill him by caving in his sternum and crushing his heart and lungs. I was starting to think that my abilities were as much a curse as a gift. He wasn’t responding. Then: Something from behind and above startled me. What? Not now, not when I needed my full attention to save John. “Attention, you on the shore. Do you require assistance?” The voice from the flying vehicle — I believe it’s called a ‘helicopter’ — sounded ‘tinny’ and amplified through electronic means. It hovered some distance above the lake, its rotating blades buffing the skin of the water enough to incite minor rage from its otherwise calm surface. I didn’t care for the sound or the sensation. I half-turned my attention from John and new instincts made me scan the helicopter to find one occupant present, dressed in some kind of enforcement attire. The livery on the helicopter displayed: “Reeve County Forest Ranger”. “I repeat… do you… require… assistance?” I required that he go away. Something snapped in my head. I felt myself thinking: They need machines to fly. Pathetic. I had two choices. I could either blow him a kiss, or else bathe him in concentrated sunlight. Either would prove devastating. I didn’t want my heat vision to get out of control again. And so I blew him a kiss. My super breath — a modification of the breath I was using to try to save John’s life — emerged from me as a thin, super-concentrated blast of air. It hit the helicopter sideways, with force enough to send it spinning out of control. I cared little if the pilot struggled to regain control of his machine. He’d disturbed my last-ditch efforts to save John. And for that he deserved to die. The machine bucked and ‘convulsed’ in the air as my super breath continued to push it away. It danced skittishly, as an insane person might dance in sombre lamentation to an unrequited love from days long since flown. It was almost poetic to momentarily watch the helicopter fail and crash down into the forest beyond the edge of the lake farthest from me. Only an ‘unsettled’ mind was capable of comparing the senseless murder of a helpless human being to the dance of a madman craving a love lost. I had someone to love, now. And I was desperate to bring him back from the brink of utter oblivion. As the helicopter exploded into a ball of flame and smoke and ruin, I cared little if the fire I’d caused spread to the forest and beyond. All I cared about was saving John’s life. From this point onward, all other life didn’t matter. The CPR wasn’t working. I had to think of something else. I cried out in fear and rage. My cries filled all corners of the Earth. Every living creature on this pathetic planet capable of sensing sound stopped rigidly, momentarily paralysed by my scream. Billions of hearts simultaneously skipped a beat in response to my emotional squall. John failed to live from this point forward. I x-rayed him for vital signs. But everything had stopped. I got up from the shore and walked away, shaking my head, anxiously wringing my hands and biting my nails in despair. I was once again a scared kid in a thunderstorm whose parents were too busy arguing about our planet’s future to be concerned that their only child was terrified alone in his room. He’d been grounded for fighting with his cousin, sent to his room without evening meal, and in the middle of one of the worst storms in our planet’s history. My mind reeled in confusion. I couldn’t tell the past from the present. I looked all about, frantically trying to regain a grasp of my surroundings and current predicament. I wanted food. I wanted the storm to end. I wanted my parents to show their only child some love. Why did they have me in the first place? I’d always been the shy type, occasionally climbing trees and breaking bones if only to remind my mother and father that I was alive and that I mattered. Their work always came first. And yet right now I could have used a hug from my mother, or a reassuring word from my father. Damn them both. They were just space dust now. I walked back to John. All life was gone from him. I picked him up and held him close to me. He seemed smaller than before; no… I was bigger. I kissed him repeatedly; it was strange that I could have feelings for a person I’d known only a few hours. I didn’t know how or why I felt this way. Why had he become so important to me at a time when I was emerging into an alien world to either be its ultimate saviour, or a deliverer of doom? Which version of me was truly me? John hung limply in my grip. He felt weightless to me, as of aether. A single tear fell from my eye and struck his cheek with force enough to leave a slight bruise. Even my tears could damage these fragile beings. “No… this can’t be how it ends. This can change. I can change this!” I laid John gently back on the shore. I got down on one knee and pressed my mighty fists into the ground. Then I mustered power from within, from which this world would be made to tremble. The ground shook beneath me. The air around me became charged with fury and tempest. Once again I screamed to the heavens. And with such power called up from within, I shot up into the sky, determined that it shouldn’t end like this. I’d only just gotten to Earth, and it seemed to reject me. I’d taken my first life, and doing so failed to affect me one way or the other. But despite my efforts to save him, John had slipped away, and that did affect me terribly. As a superhuman I could do so many incredible things. But could I turn back death? I had to try.
  15. Can you spot the Easter Eggs? EIGHT. I was so pleased to hear him speak his name. I cannot explain why, but I felt myself leaping for joy inside. Had I actually leapt for joy at this time, the ranger station would no longer possess a roof. I smiled warmly at him and found myself wanting to join him on the bed. I could hear my excited heartbeat ringing in my ears. The urge to hug and kiss this man was difficult to fight against, but I did it, if only for his sake and not mine. It was early days. I wanted him to warm to me… and to love me. “I like your name, John. It’s… uncomplicated.” John regarded me with derision and suspicion. “Uncomplicated…uncomplicated? Like this shit that I woke up to? Shit you caused!” John snorted. His face had become twisted into a palsy of hate and distrust… aimed towards me. I didn’t like that face. I wanted the handsome, rugged landworker face to return. He’d looked so peaceful when he’d been asleep. I thought, fleetingly, about rendering him unconscious so that I could look at him for as long as I deemed fit. I could hug him close without objection. I could entwine our bodies as one without resistance. I knew what the word ‘shit’ meant. It wasn’t a nice word. On my planet we had a similar word, which meant something similar: ‘fecas’. I preferred to hear nice words emerge from John’s wholesome lips. I wanted to connect my lips to his. I wanted empathy and sincerity to carry through our juices from my mouth to his. “How did this happen?” John held up his bandaged hand. My hearing zoomed in on his heartbeat; it was racing dangerously fast. “Tell me what the fuck you did! Did you hurt my family? Tell me. FUCKING TELL ME!!!!” Suddenly I was a child again, but only in my head. I had annoyed an adult to the point where he lost control and flew into a rage aimed at undermining my confidence and self-worth. I didn’t like how his shouting made me feel. My eyes warmed up with heat vision energy once more, but I managed to keep it in check… for now. What happened next appeared to occur during a momentary slowing down of time itself. I was too concerned with correctly processing John’s outburst with my new adult intellect (as opposed to a juvenile perspective) to accept that he’d picked up something large and metallic, only to let fly with it towards my head. It had been sitting on a small table next to the cot and was in easy reach of John’s good hand. I caught the object easily; some sort of trophy cup emblazoned with the engraving of an aquatic lifeform. There was an inscription near its base: “1998 Reeve County Angler of the Year: Rich Collier” The words meant nothing to me. Still, something good came of John’s outburst. I saw my adult face for the first time reflected in the metallic surface of the trophy. I had changed so much during my unconscious time in space. I was very handsome. My face looked perfect, even reflected in the trophy’s imperfections. My hair was dark, my eyes blue. The bones of my face were angular and symmetrical. I was without flaws, as a superhuman should be. I even sported something of a beard, just like John. It was then that I realised we looked alike enough to be considered brothers. But I truly wanted us to be more than that. I didn’t like having to do what I did next. But I guess it was to remind John of his position. He wasn’t in charge. I held the trophy in both hands and crushed it like paper. It took no effort on my part. There wasn’t another man on Earth who could do the things I can do. I didn’t show anger or annoyance at John’s outburst. Maybe it was healthy for him to ‘let off steam’, to use another Earth term. He appeared to calm down a little. He even removed a covering from the bed and used it to conceal his modesty. I really wished he hadn’t done that. I liked admiring his rugged, naked form. But if this made him feel more comfortable, then so be it. I considered flying back to his home to gather some of his clothing. All in good time. “Please…,” he began, his tone softer, “... just tell me what happened to my family. Are they safe?” “They should be. I made certain conditions manifest in this scenario.” I chose my words carefully. “What does that mean?” His eyes were locked to my gaze. Veins throbbed in his temples and a solitary bead of sweat trickled down his forehead and joined with a tear he’d just squeezed out of an eye. I really wanted to taste that salty nectar. “Your wife suffered an unfortunate accident, John. I am partly responsible, for which I am truly sor—” “What did you do?” He flew at me in a rage. The sheet fell away from his loins. I immediately sidestepped and swung around to his rear, at which point I grabbed him and pulled him close. I held him securely, relishing his beating heart next to mine. He could not break my embrace. Nothing on Earth could. I needed to soothe him so that I could further explain my actions. “Sssh… it’ll be okay.” I closed my eyes and concentrated, stretching my super hearing across many miles towards the medical facility I had earlier flown John’s mate to. “Wuh-what are you doing?” John had no idea I possessed the ability to listen to voices from so far away, singling out information of interest. “The medical facility where I brought your wife: I can hear spoken words of relevance. A woman, brought in via means unknown, presenting moderate-to-severe head trauma and subdural hematoma.” I stopped speaking in order to better focus my hearing on events as they unfolded. After a short time: “The problem has been corrected and she has been stabilized,” I was pleased to inform John. Was it selfish of me to expect some gratitude from him at this time? John dropped to his knees, crying in unsteady spurts laced with occasional outbursts of ill-defined laughter. I read it as the kind of joy someone expresses when they experience extreme relief after momentary feelings of extreme dread. Human emotions would take some getting used to. My people seldom expressed mixed emotions. You either felt one thing, or another… but never at the same time. I didn’t expect him to hug me whilst still on his knees. But I liked the feeling. My arousal was so great, now, it was a miracle the flimsy fibers of John’s clothing on me didn’t fly apart into chaff. His arms engulfed my taut waist above which a muscled torso seemed to explode outward, wider and wider to end at dual platforms capped on either shoulder with powerful deltoid swells that seemed like they were only revving up to something bigger and better along with all of my other super-parts. Things developed from here on. John began to trust me. He didn’t even flinch when I sat next to him on the bed. I wanted to put a powerful arm around him — to comfort him further — but decided it was too soon. All in good time. “You said you are ‘partly responsible’ for what happened to Elise.” He spoke slowly and softly. I listened to his heartbeat again, pleased that it had slowed and set his panic level back to zero. “I am still growing accustomed to my powers. When I took you from your slumber, your hand struck her skull. I couldn’t have prevented this. Super speed is new to me, like so many other things. I am ‘New’, after all.” I paused before adding: “Your wife will live, John.” My voice couldn’t get any more soothing, or my tone more reassuring. But John seemed placated for now. “And my son? Alexander. He’s only seven. He has autism… he’d be waking up about now. He’ll be scared on his own.” John’s heartbeat rose again. I rubbed his back softly. His outward display of concern and vulnerability seemed to make him more handsome in my eyes. The same eyes that could vaporise this entire planet in less than a day if I felt so inclined. “I took steps to fix that problem, too. Some men approached your home in a vehicle. I left them a message to look after the child. I also contacted ‘Mom & Dad’ on your communication device. I sent word to come and pick him up. His grandparents, I assume?” Things seemed to make sense to John, now. He nodded in sync to my revelations. “Jerry and Joe; they work for me. They’re good people. They know Alexander well. He’ll go to them without argument. But my parents live two hours away.” He trailed off and seemed to deflate next to me. He appeared exhausted. In contrast I felt hugely powerful. I could go on indefinitely without rest, if I needed to. Speaking of the communication device: I had pocketed it without realising I’d done so. It vibrated in my pocket and chimed a not unpleasant tune: a song sung by a male, and consisting of the words: “Somebody save me! Let your warm hands break right through.” The words seemed appropriate to our mutual situation. John reacted: “My phone...you have my phone. Give it to me for fucksake!” Where he had seemed moments ago to be drained of vigour, now he was animated and insistent. I relinquished the device to him without argument. “Dad? Oh thank Christ,” said John, now more relieved than concerned. My super hearing could easily eavesdrop on both ends of this communication. “Son, what’s going on? I just woke up to a text to say we’ve to come pick up ‘the child?’ You mean Alexander? Is everything alright?” “Uh… it’s Elise… I’m at the hospital. She hit her head… and…” John cast me a scathing look as he carefully fashioned a lie to his father for my benefit. “Oh my, John, is she okay?” “Uh… she’s out of danger. It was a… um… hematoma, but they caught it in time, I… I guess. Joe and Jerry will be with Alexander. He was sleeping when the ambulance took us in. I didn’t want to wake him. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” “Your Mom is getting the car ready, son. We’ll be there when we can. Should we come to the hospital, too?” “No… um, I’ll be fine. I’m with… a friend!” John’s eyes bored into mine. If a human was ever capable of firing heat from his eyes as I could, then it was John at this time. I almost flinched. “Okay son, we’ll be there as soon as we can. For Alexander, and for you. We’ll pray for Elise, too.” “Thanks Dad.” John then ended the communication. For a moment that seemed to drag on, no words were exchanged between us. I got up from the bed, causing it to creak noisily. I walked to the doorway of the station and soaked up some more yellow sun radiation from the searingly bright disc that was still climbing to its eventual zenith in a blue sky I could swim in forever if I so chose to. I was the living embodiment of the star that allowed all life to exist on Earth. And I had the power to wipe it all out if I wanted to. “I will take you to see your wife, John. But you must understand that you belong to me, now. Your family will be taken care of. All will be well,” I said as I grew in power and continued to enjoy the feeling of increasing strength as I stood in the doorway. Then, unexpectedly: “Hey ‘New’... if you like heat so much… have some more!” I’d never seen a weapon of its type before, and it bothered me that John had found it amongst the clutter and disarray of the abandoned station. It upset me to think that he would try something like this again, so soon after failing to injure me with the metallic trophy. But in retrospect, I guess a man will try anything to protect his family. I didn’t blame him. I turned just in time for the flare to explode against my chest, a smoky trail issuing behind it like the tail of a comet which connected back to the pistol John aimed at me. “John… why? I only want to love you,” I entreated. My stolen shirt was now melting away from my muscular body, but the fire could do me no harm. However, it did set an effect in motion, one which startled us both. As the shirt continued to burn, so my body became larger. I was growing, wider, taller. I could feel my impregnable skin growing tighter and tighter as the muscles beneath expelled furious energy from every fiber in my body. John became transfixed with awe, his eyes waxing large in his handsome face. I gazed down at myself, my expression identical to his. Suddenly a dirty chorus of disconnected voices affronted my senses. My hearing picked up noises and voices for hundreds of miles around, and it all came to me at once. I could smell rotting animal carcasses; assorted fuels in a state of combustion; water rushing through a million underground conduits; countless people dying from all their years spent, and innumerable infants taking their first breaths of life in order to fill the vacuums left in the wake of death. I heard it, smelt it, tasted it all at once. It was too much to bear. I tilted my head back and screamed as powerful twin beams of searing heat shot out of my eyes and almost tore the sky above in two. As my body trembled and grew — generating more power and greater muscle mass — the station that provided us temporary respite began to collapse around us. All I could think about was keeping John safe. But first I had to get my powers back under my control.
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