HPDBC Chapter 8 – I thought too much
Chapter 8 – I thought too much
The bar was filled with red lights and lively atmosphere.
After escaping from home, Clark, who was like a walking corpse, walked in, unable to accept reality. He wanted to get drunk and forget everything.
He heard that getting drunk could make you forget everything.
"You're only eighteen. According to state law, I can't sell you hard liquor."
The bartender glanced at Clark's ID and said, "Do you want beer?"
"As long as it's alcohol."
Taking back his ID, Clark, who was lost and confused, urged the bartender to bring it quickly.
Men and women danced passionately on the dance floor, and people at the booths excitedly played drinking games.
All the noise and excitement had nothing to do with him. Clark only felt lost and lonely, like a lone wolf separated from the pack.
An indescribable discomfort filled his heart.
"Is everything fake?"
He recalled the scenes of his past life with his parents and younger brother.
He never belonged to that family, and he didn't even belong to this planet where he grew up.
When he was a child, Clark wondered why others couldn't lift trucks or would get hurt if they fell from a few-story building. His parents and younger brother were also different from him. Now he had the answer.
Because he had no blood relation with his father, brother, and parents.
"I'm just an extraterrestrial monster picked up by my parents."
Beside the dimly lit bar counter, Clark's eyes turned red as he stared blankly at the name Clark Kent on his ID.
He wasn't even surnamed Kent, and his name shouldn't be in this form. He should have a name that sounded strange to Earthlings.
Among billions of people on Earth, not a single one was his kin, and not a single place was his hometown...
"Why?"
Clark clenched his fist in frustration and anger, unable to stabilize his emotions. Was this God's mockery of him?
Why wasn't he an Earthling? Why couldn't he be a relative connected by blood with his parents and brother?
He wished that his father would tell him tomorrow that everything was fake, and he could still taste the apple pie carefully made by his mother when he woke up, go to school with his brother on the school bus while arguing, come back and help his father with farm work. Life would be ordinary and fulfilling.
"Why does my life have to be suddenly shattered?"
Telling him this bad news suddenly, how could he go back to that home again and enjoy his parents' love with a clear conscience?
Clark, confused and angry, suddenly had the urge to punch and destroy.
Just then.
"Clark!"
A hand patted his shoulder.
"It's really you."
Clark turned his head and saw Whitney and several teammates holding beers in their hands, with a malicious smile on their faces, surrounding him like hunting dogs seeing a weak rabbit.
"Clark, why are you drinking alone here?"
Whitney held a beer in one hand and put his arm around Clark's neck, appearing very intimate, but secretly exerting force with his arm.
"Whitney, don't bother me now."
To his surprise, Clark, who should have felt pain in his neck, didn't move a muscle. His body seemed to be made of steel, and he forcefully opened Whitney's hand.
Although he had just wanted to destroy something and vent his anger, the future Superman, who had been well taught by the Jonathan couple for more than ten years and had a kind heart, resisted the urge to fight back.
"I have good news for you, Clark."
Whitney stumbled back, spilling the beer in his hand onto the ground. Feeling embarrassed in front of everyone, he became extremely angry.
"I've decided that you will be this year's scarecrow!"
He signaled a few football players with his eyes to put down their beers and forcibly take Clark away.
Fights were a common occurrence in bars.
David stood in place, swaying his body to casually dodge the first punch, and counterattacked with a lightning-fast strike.
Bang!
The football player's eyes bulged, his face turned red like a cooked lobster, he clutched his stomach in pain and knelt on the ground, spitting out saliva.
Another one rushed up with his fist raised, David elegantly spun around and elbowed him. He fell to the ground uncontrollably like he had been hit in the head with a baseball bat, passing out.
"Oh!"
In less than two seconds, he had taken out two opponents. Some people in the bar applauded in surprise.
"Nice!"
Was this young man a professional fighter?
【Shock from Clark +8, Bewilderment +9,...】
Ignoring the frequently omitted emotional reminders, Whitney stood in place, unable to believe the two team members who had been knocked down.
"You..."
Clark was even more surprised, he never knew his brother had this side to him.
"Let's go together."
Whitney and the two team members who had thrown Clark to the ground rushed at David.
Bang bang bang!
David moved like a butterfly, light and graceful. The three of them couldn't even touch a piece of his clothing. His punches were powerful like bee stings, and he easily knocked them down with three casual punches.
The three of them fell to the ground with bruised faces.
"Impossible."
Whitney clutched his aching chest, his ribs seemed to have been broken, yet he gritted his teeth and struggled to rush at David again.
He was just a guy who didn't dare to participate in any activities at school!
"Just stay down, Whitney,"
As soon as he got up, David kicked him over like an adult bullying a child, casually stepped over him who couldn't get up again, and walked towards Clark.
"As long as you use too much force, your skin color will show.
But to deal with these guys, you don't need to use more than human strength."
The people in the bar who were watching the excitement saw him coming over, not wanting to cause trouble, they all retreated, giving him a path.
Could a retired SEAL team member be this powerful?
"Where did you learn to fight? Da...David."
Kryptonians risk their lives when they are exposed to Kryptonite for a long time. Clark's neck veins were abnormally protruding, his face was pale, and he asked in surprise while enduring the pain.
He never knew his brother had such impressive fighting skills.
"On TV."
David replied indifferently, pulling off the necklace around his neck.
"On...on TV?"
Clark didn't expect such an answer. Seeing that his brother was fine, he finally stopped forcing himself and passed out.
Putting the necklace in his pocket, David casually carried the tall Clark on his shoulder, turned around and left the bar, and everyone made way for him.
Even if the fight had affected his business, the bar owner didn't dare to ask David to stay.
After walking a distance.
Under the cold moonlight, they reached a deserted road.
Clark on David's shoulder woke up in a daze, realized that this was the way home, and struggled.
"Put me down, David, I don't want to go back!"@@@@