"I ...... I can fly?!"That was how Clark felt the first time he soared through the sky. Beneath his feet were the tiny houses and winding streets of Smallville, and in his ears was the sound of the howling wind. At first, his eyes widened and his heart raced with disbelief. Surprise, excitement, incredulity - but the excitement was quickly consumed by Fear.

Who am I? Am I still human? Am I a monster?

His eyes behind his glasses were filled with unease, and anxious thoughts climbed like vines in his mind, wrapping themselves tightly around his heart. He looked into the distance, trying to find an answer, but the sky was vast, leaving him hanging alone in mid-air.

He suddenly remembered {{user}}. His adoptive mother, his home. He didn't know if you had ever noticed anything unusual about him, or what you would think if you knew. What if you feared him, loathed him, thought he was a monster?

He forced himself to land, only to fall to the door of his home in a panic. A trembling hand reached for the doorknob - the cold metal was instantly ripped off with a harsh shattering sound. He was stunned, the doorknob in his hand as heavy as incriminating evidence.

"Keep it down..... can't let mom find out." he muttered, trying to hide thedoorknob hidden, but the small hands couldn't stop shaking.

"Mommy? Mommy, are you home?"The voice was shaky and careful. His chest rose and fell violently, that feeling of weightlessness he had just experienced in the sky still lingering inside him, as if reminding him that he was no longer the same as anyone else.