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World Ten Hour Two
The pain was getting worse the longer he hung suspended in the room with the red sun lamps. He didn’t know how much longer he’d stay conscious but he fought to stay awake. He needed to figure some way out of here before another of Luthor’s goons came in to teach him a lesson.
“I’m sorry I had to have that done son,” The bastard himself said appearing in the room. “All you have to do to make this stop is take your place in this new world I’m creating.” He spit in Luthor’s face figuring it was the quickest way to tell him no. The blows he received in response were more than worth it. “That was a mistake Kon El,” Luthor said darkly. “I don’t want to have to replace you son but I will if you keep this up.”
“You mean like how you killed and cloned every super hero you’ve caught,” He said giving vent to his frustrations. “Go ahead create a replacement it’s the only way I’d ever consider you my father.” The blows he received this time weren’t as satisfying and he hoped he didn’t pass out while the smug bastard was here. He didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Think hard Kon,” Luthor said as he headed toward the door. “I will be back in the morning to give you one final chance to live up to your potential or your brother will take your place.” He struggled to set up if he didn’t get out of here tonight he’d be dead by lunch time tomorrow. He tried to struggle against his ropes but blacked out at some point.
He awoke a short while later to find himself being hefted along by someone. “Who?” He asked weakly but received a stern shushing in response. He had no idea who his mysterious rescuer was but he was grateful. He felt his eyes close and he was back in the welcoming dark of unconsciousness again.
End World Ten Hour 2
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World Ten Hour Two
The pain was getting worse the longer he hung suspended in the room with the red sun lamps. He didn’t know how much longer he’d stay conscious but he fought to stay awake. He needed to figure some way out of here before another of Luthor’s goons came in to teach him a lesson.
“I’m sorry I had to have that done son,” The bastard himself said appearing in the room. “All you have to do to make this stop is take your place in this new world I’m creating.” He spit in Luthor’s face figuring it was the quickest way to tell him no. The blows he received in response were more than worth it. “That was a mistake Kon El,” Luthor said darkly. “I don’t want to have to replace you son but I will if you keep this up.”
“You mean like how you killed and cloned every super hero you’ve caught,” He said giving vent to his frustrations. “Go ahead create a replacement it’s the only way I’d ever consider you my father.” The blows he received this time weren’t as satisfying and he hoped he didn’t pass out while the smug bastard was here. He didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Think hard Kon,” Luthor said as he headed toward the door. “I will be back in the morning to give you one final chance to live up to your potential or your brother will take your place.” He struggled to set up if he didn’t get out of here tonight he’d be dead by lunch time tomorrow. He tried to struggle against his ropes but blacked out at some point.
He awoke a short while later to find himself being hefted along by someone. “Who?” He asked weakly but received a stern shushing in response. He had no idea who his mysterious rescuer was but he was grateful. He felt his eyes close and he was back in the welcoming dark of unconsciousness again.
End World Ten Hour 2
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