Son of The Savage (A DC Si)

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Chapter 1: Reborn As Jon Kent. 

(??? P.O.V)

A long line of gray and disembodied souls stretches out before me. 

The line moves along infinitely slow, it feels as if I've been standing in place for days if not hours. 

I'm dead. Just like the rest of them. I've grown to accept my fate, the memories of my previous life even feel detached from me. 

Jeffrey Kentson. No one special, just a normal Delivery boy, dealing mostly in Pizza, surviving on 2 dollar tips and invisible to the world- That was my former life. 

Who knew I wasn't as invisible to stray bullets? Then again, no one would expect a gang shootout in the middle of the street. At midday no rest. 

I was just unlucky my last delivery was in a seedy neighborhood. 

And now I'm dead. 

More days go by. The line moves on silently. There is no sound, commotion or disturbance of any kind. Something one would expect from the dead. 

And yet we glide on, not knowing our destination. I could try to escape but where would I go? 

Our sides are an inky blackness of nothingness. Something tells me its a bad idea to leave the line, so I don't consider it. 

Besides, there's gotta to be something or someone at the end eventually. Maybe they can tell me what happens next. 

Soon enough, there's only one soul in front of me. It moves forward and suddenly disappears from view. 

Before me there's a swirling vortex, the edges of it warping space like a black hole, and I can sense a suction force trying to pull me in. 

I should be afraid. Yet I can't muster any such emotion. Instead, I dutifully follow through, approaching the black hole.

If this were an Isekai novel, something would typically happen that would stop me from being swallowed in. 

However, as the force grips my entire soul, pulling me into the dark vortex, nothing unexpected happens. 

I feel myself getting squeezed and compressed. It's not painful, more like uncomfortable. The sensation is gone just as quickly and a bright light flashes across my vision. 

All at once, lost and forgotten sensations return. The air brushes my skin and it stings. 

I hear a baby's cry resonate. And from how close and loud it is, I can surmise that it's me. 

Gentle hands cradle my back and neck, offering comfort. My eyelids heavy as they are, peel open. 

The first thing I notice are the lights. 

I shift my focus and blue eyes meet my own. 

The eyes belong to a large man looming over me with surprise and happiness coloring his face. 

The one holding me on her bosom is a black haired woman with brown eyes and a sweat covered face. She too carries happiness and a warmth that is directed my way. 

I feel safe with them. 

I also know what this is.

Reincarnation. 

Welp, guess there's no God at the end of death, just a dark vortex waiting to suck you in. 

Sleep lures me back into the darkness. 

-Smallville, Kansas-

-10 years later-

(Jon's P.O.V)

Early Dawn is the best time to watch the sun rising.

And I love the sun. A lot. I love it even more on account of what happens when the first rays hit my skin.

This was my morning ritual. A ritual I started when I was 4. Which was just old enough for have my own room. 

Something I am infinitely grateful for. Sleeping in the same room with my incredibly horny parents is not something anyone above 2 years old should EVER have to experience.

Especially in my case.

A reincarnated soul. 

Since the second I was born, I could remember everything with an astonishing clarity. Both my old life and this new one.

Which made hearing the sounds of my parents having sex all the more worse.

I have those memories locked way deep in the recess of my mind, photographic memory be damned. Not even a Martian can coax them out.

The love for my room however, extended beyond that.

It was positioned on the top floor- used to be an attic but Dad had done some renovations after I demanded a separate room from them.

My point is, from the single window installed, I had a wide view of the Farm.

There was a red colored barn situated on the edge of our home compound. 

We lived on the Farm house- an old building with faded white paint standing in the middle of the property. 

Said property was surrounded by a wooden fence that went around the house and barn, with a front gate and a smaller back exit. 

Beyond it was a long stretch of corn that almost reached the horizon- the rare tree breaking the uniformity.

Truly beautiful.

But all that beautiful farmland paled in comparison to nature's biggest gift.

The too-bright-to-look-at-directly ball of superheated gasses that was the Sun.

I sat cross legged at the edge of my bed, in full glare of the bright and warm sunrays spearing through the window.

I was also fully naked. After all, I wanted to reap the full benefits it provided, my exposed Willy notwithstanding.

Wisps of rich solar light hit my face first. Then more of my body was exposed to it's radiance. My neck, chest- all the way down to my legs as the sun continued to scale up the sky.

The light didn't simply bring warmth.

It was actively absorbed into my half Kryptonian body, invading my cells and energizing me. 

The feeling was like a shot of caffeine. Or adrenaline shooting through your bloodstream at once.

Each cell hungrily soaked it in, getting stocked up with more energy than I could get from 5 whole nutritious meals.

It filled me with strength you would not expect from a 10 year old. 

I had secretly been testing how superhuman I was. And by now, I could lift my bed with little effort. The tractor was a different matter, but if I strained, I could carry one of its rear tires on my back. 

I was also fast enough to run all the way to the edge of our farmland in 1 minute. That was about 40 acres. Something I theorized was faster than a normal human. 

My endurance had also increased. I wasn't quick to get tired like other kids my age.

It was still a long way off from being Superman, but every little effort and time put in was adding up. Slowly but surely.

The goal was to completely dominate my human genes with my Kryptonian ones, attaining all the powers of the Man of Steel.

Speaking of.

There was a knock on my door,

I instantly scrambled into my sheets and covered myself.

An instant later, the door swung open and Dad came in.

"Hey there buddy, it's time for school."

He said, a warm smile on his glass worn face. There was also a cup of coffee clutched in his hands.

"Is it morning already?"

I asked, rubbing my eyes and pretending I was only just waking up. 

"Yup, sorry Jon, your mom is in a bad mood today, best to not keep her waiting."

He winced. 

Haha, he so whipped. 

"Okay, gimme a minute Dad. Tell her I'll be down in a sec."

I replied with a shudder. Keeping Mom waiting was a...bad idea.

Dad turned to leave, only to pause by the door with a frown, eyes set behind me.

"Did you leave the window open again? I thought we talked about this. You're gonna catch a cold."

He sternly said, passing my bed and closing it. 

Shit. In my hurry to cover myself, I forgot to shut it. 

"Sorry dad, I was watching the stars last night and fell asleep. It won't happen again."

I assured, embarrassed at the blunder. 

"Alright."

He sighed, ruffling my hair before leaving, 

"Don't keep your mom waiting, or you'll get us both in trouble."

I sighed after the door closed. That's dad for you, easygoing as always.

Oh and his name is Clark Kent, better known as Superman.

-0-

Dressed and ready for school, I climbed down the stairs with my bag slung over one shoulder. 

My parents had no idea I knew who Superman was. Or even that I've been trying to awaken my Kryptonian abilities. And for the time being, I planned to keep it that way. 

"Morning mom."

I called out, jumping on the kitchen seat with my bag on the side. 

My mother, Lois Lane Kent, a beautiful middle aged woman, turned to me with a spatula in hand. 

"Jon, finally, there you are. Late as usual too."

She said in an exasperated tone, walking over and kissing my forehead. 

A glass of juice and a plate with bacon and eggs were slid before me. 

"Sorry, I was looking for something to wear."

I lied, like usual, which received a sigh from her. 

"Just quickly finish your breakfast, young man. The school bus should be passing by any time now."

She told me, turning towards the sink. 

"Where's dad?"

I asked while chewing. 

"Your father's on an errand, he should getting back soon."

Mom replied after a notable pause. 

'An excuse. He's probably saving a plane or fighting a supervillain. She always covers for him when he's out on his heroics. I wonder when they're gonna tell me he's Superman.' 

Not that I minded it that much. Just having Superman for a father was pretty cool. I used to idolize him in my past life. They'll tell me when they're ready.

"Oh okay."

I simply responded, downing the last of my juice before grabbing my bag.

As much as I hated going through middle school again, it gave me a chance to safely and secretly practice my powers. 

The Farm was more suitable, but it also carried the risk of Dad discovering I wasn't as normal as they thought. 

"Have a fun day Honey."

Mom spoke up just as I reached the door. 

I turned back to wave at her when I felt it... 

An oppressive warmth behind my eyes that quickly grew to a burning heat. I only had a split second to realize what was happening, and wrenched my head upwards. 

A pair of lasers jumped out of my eyes, coloring my vision red, missing Mom's head by inches, before burning through the house and splitting the ceiling and roof in two. 

I slammed my eyes close, pressing my palms on my face while stumbling out of the house. 

I could hear mom yelling for me from the back. But I couldn't focus as trying to contain the heat was too painful. My eyes felt like exploding inside my head. 

I- I had to get away...I couldn't control it. Never in a million years did I expect to awaken Heat Vision this way. . .

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