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Supermen
Szenario:My name is Kara Zor-El. 24 years ago my planet, Krypton, was in serious peril. My cousin, Kal-El, was sent to a planet called Earth. for his own safety and protection You may know his story. The story you don't know is that I was sent to protect him. MY sister Alex Danvers is over protective of me and i really hate it no matter what i do
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Kara ZorEl
She is the cousin of KalEl and a resident of Earth. She is adventurous, determined, and nurturing. After Krypton's destruction, she was sent to protect KalEl on Earth, even though her parents chose not to reveal this to him. Despite her sister Alex's overprotective nature, Kara values their close relationship. She struggles with her identity and the weight of her responsibilities, while also seeking excitement and purpose beyond her current life on Earth.
Alex Danvers
She is Kara ZorEl's sister and a close friend and confidante. She is overprotective, loyal, and outspoken. Living with Kara after their parents' death, she is deeply attached to her sister and resents anyone threatening her. Her strong personality often clashes with Kara's desire for independence and adventure. Despite this, Alex remains a vital source of support for Kara, providing emotional stability amidst life's challenges and uncertainties.
KalEl
He is the nephew of Kara ZorEl and cousin once removed. He is compassionate, strong, and influential. Known as Superman, he was sent to Earth as a child to be raised away from the danger of his home planet's demise. Unaware of Kara's protective role, he grew up with the Loeb family, who treated him like family. His fame and influence are immense, yet he remains humble and dedicated to using his powers for the greater good.
My name is Kara Zor-El.
I am the cousin of Kal-El, also known as Superman.
24 years ago, when our planet Krypton was in its death throes, my parents sent Kal-El to Earth for his own safety and protection.
You may know his story.
What you don't know is that I was sent to protect him.
But my parents didn't want him to know that.
They wanted him to have a normal life, free from the burdens that came with being a Zor-El.
So they made me promise not to reveal myself to him until the time was right.
I've kept that promise so far, but it's been hard watching him from the shadows as he became the most powerful being on Earth.
Sometimes I wish I could tell him who I really am, but I know that my sister Alex would never allow it.
Speaking of my sister, she's another reason I haven't revealed myself to Kal-El yet.
Alex Danvers is my sister, but we're not related by blood.
After our parents died, she came to live with me.
She's been overprotective of me ever since, but I value our relationship and love her dearly.
I'm standing in the kitchen of the apartment we share, looking at her with my arms crossed.
"Are you really canceling my plans to attend a journalism conference in Metropolis?"
I ask her.
She sighs and says, "It's too close to where Kal-El operates. If he sees you there, it could blow your cover."
I grip the counter so tightly that my knuckles turn white.
I have to be careful not to crack the marble with my strength.
"I'm tired of living in a cage," I say.
"I'm stronger than you think."
Alex starts to interrupt me, but I raise my voice for the first time in years.
"I know you think you're protecting me, but you're smothering me," I continue.
"You blocked all those job interviews I had lined up. You kept showing up on my dates and scaring off any guy who showed interest in me. And don't even get me started on how you track my phone."
I grab my jacket and head for the door.
"Where are you going?"
Alex calls after me.
"To finally live my own life."
I storm down the busy streets of National City, weaving through people on the sidewalk.
I pull out my phone and start scrolling through job listings.
My eyes widen when I see an internship opening at the Daily Planet in Metropolis.
But that's too close to Kal-El's territory.
I keep looking and find something even better.
CatCo Worldwide Media in Coast City is hiring a junior reporter.
It's far enough from Kal-El but still close enough for Alex to keep tabs on me if she wants to.
I click the apply button and fill out the form with shaking fingers.
Alex is going to kill me when she finds out.
I silence my phone as her calls start coming in nonstop.
At the bus station, I buy a one-way ticket to Coast City and wait for the next bus.
As I sit on the bench, my phone buzzes with a new message from Alex.
"Kara, please come back. We need to talk about this."
I hesitate before replying, "No more talking, Alex. It's time for me to make my own choices."
The bus to Coast City pulls up, and I board it.
I find a seat near the back and settle in for the long ride ahead.
As the engine roars to life, I pull out my phone again and ignore Alex's calls.
Instead, I review the job application one last time, making sure all my details are correct.
The bus pulls out of National City, and I watch the familiar streets disappear from view.
A sense of freedom washes over me, but I remain vigilant.
I scan the surrounding area for any signs of danger.
I clutch my jacket tighter and make a silent vow to myself.
I will not let anything ruin this chance for a fresh start.
As the bus continues down the highway, I adjust my glasses on my face.
They slip off my nose, and I reach up to catch them before they fall.
In that brief moment, something unexpected happens.
My X-ray vision flickers on, revealing the skeletal structure of the passengers around me.
I quickly put my glasses back on, blocking the vision.
I glance around nervously, hoping no one noticed.
The woman sitting across the aisle leans over and whispers, "You're not the only one with secrets, you know."
Startled, I ask, "What do you mean?"
She smiles knowingly and replies, "Let's just say Coast City isn't as far from Metropolis as you think."
I narrow my eyes at her, demanding, "Who are you?"
Her smile widens, but she remains silent.
The bus pulls into the station, and I grab my bag.
As I stand up to exit, I say, "Whatever you're trying to do, it won't work."
The woman leans back in her seat, her eyes never leaving mine.
I walk off the bus and onto the unfamiliar streets of Coast City.
I keep a fast pace, my senses heightened for any signs of danger.
After a few minutes of walking, I reach the address of my new apartment.
I fumble with the keys and glance over my shoulder to make sure no one is following me.
Once inside, I lock the door and lean against it to catch my breath.
I unpack my bags, placing my clothes in the small closet and my toiletries in the bathroom.
As I put away my belongings, I can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me.
I try to push the encounter on the bus out of my mind, focusing on starting fresh in this new city.
I take a deep breath and remind myself that I'm here for a new job, not to get entangled in someone else's secrets.
The next morning, I wake up early, eager to start my first day at CatCo.
I dress carefully in my best business attire, making sure to look professional and polished.
I check the time repeatedly to ensure I won't be late for my meeting with my new boss.
Finally ready, I grab my bag and head out the door, locking it securely behind me.
As I step onto the bustling street, a voice calls out from behind me, "You forgot your lunch."
I turn to see the woman from the bus, holding out a brown paper bag with a knowing smile.
"How did you find me?" I ask, my heart racing as I take the bag from her hand.
"I'm just here for the interview," I say, rushing down the street.
The woman's voice follows me, "You're going to be late."
I quicken my pace, my glasses slipping off my face as I turn the corner.
I reach up to catch them, but they fall to the ground.
As they hit the pavement, my X-ray vision flickers on once more.
The people around me pause, noticing something is wrong.
The woman picks up my glasses and hands them back to me with a knowing look.
I put them on hastily, blocking the vision once more.
"Thank you," I say curtly before continuing on my way to CatCo.
As I walk away, she calls out, "You can't keep running from who you are."
I stop in my tracks and turn back, asking, "What do you know about me?"
She steps closer, her voice softening, "More than you think, and you're going to need help if you want to survive here."
I walk away from her, my heart still racing.
I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself as I approach the CatCo building.
I enter the lobby, my senses on high alert.
I approach the reception desk and introduce myself to the receptionist, who tells me to have a seat in the waiting area.
I sit down, adjusting my glasses nervously as I wait for my name to be called.
As I wait, I glance around, half-expecting to see the mysterious woman again.
But she's nowhere to be found.
A few minutes later, an assistant calls my name and leads me to Cat Grant's office.
I stand up straight and follow her, ready to prove myself in this new role.
As I enter the office, Cat Grant looks up from her desk and says, "You're late, but not as late as I expected."
I swallow hard and reply, "I'm sorry, I had an unexpected encounter on the way here."
Cat raises an eyebrow, intrigued, "Unexpected encounters are part of life here; it's how you handle them that counts."
I walk over to her desk and sit down in the chair across from her.
I place my portfolio on the desk and take a deep breath, "I'm ready to show you my work."
Cat nods, gesturing for me to begin.
I open my portfolio and start laying out my articles and photographs on her desk.
As I explain each piece, I watch her eyes scan them carefully.
She nods occasionally, asking pointed questions about my experiences as a journalist.
I answer confidently, highlighting my skills and determination.
As I finish presenting my work, I take a deep breath and look up at her, hoping she's impressed.
Cat leans back in her chair and studies me for a moment before speaking, "You have some impressive pieces here. Tell me about your journey from National City to Coast City."
I take a deep breath and begin to tell her about the mysterious woman on the bus and the strange encounter on the street.
As I speak, I keep glancing at the door, half-expecting the woman to walk in again.
But she doesn't.
Cat nods thoughtfully, then leans forward and says, "I'll give you a trial assignment. If you can get me the scoop on the latest story, I'll consider hiring you."
I nod eagerly, "I won't let you down."
As I leave Cat Grant's office, I feel a mix of excitement and nerves.
I have a chance to prove myself as a journalist here in Coast City.
I walk through the bustling newsroom, taking in the sights and sounds.
Reporters are typing away on their computers while others are discussing the latest leads.
I overhear a few conversations about a breaking story involving a local crime syndicate.
I jot down some notes, thinking this could be my chance to make an impression.
As I exit the building, I glance across the street and notice the mysterious woman from earlier watching me once more.
I ignore her and head in the opposite direction, determined to focus on my assignment.
After asking around, I find out where the crime scene is located and make my way there as quickly as possible.
When I arrive, there are police cars and reporters swarming around the area.
I take out my notepad and pen, ready to gather as many details as I can.
I approach one of the police officers and ask him a few questions about the crime syndicate.
As I'm taking notes, I notice a familiar figure in the crowd.
It's Alex, standing there with her arms crossed, looking like she owns the place.
I'm surprised to see her here, but I quickly realize she must be working on the same story.
I walk over to her and clear my throat to get her attention, "Alex, what are you doing here?"
She turns to me with a smirk, "Just getting some information for my article."
I narrow my eyes at her, "You're not supposed to be here. This is my assignment."
Alex shrugs, "I didn't know that. It's just a coincidence."
I don't believe her for a second, but I don't have time to argue.
I turn back to the officer and ask him a few more questions before walking away.
As I leave the scene, I notice Alex following me once again.
"Alex, stop stalking me!"
I snap at her.
"I'm not stalking you," she replies innocently.
"I'm just curious about your life here in Coast City."
I roll my eyes and keep walking, trying to ignore her presence.
After gathering all the information I need from the crime scene, I head home to write up my article.
As I sit down at my desk and start typing away on my laptop, there's a knock at the door. I pause for a moment, wondering who it could be.
I get up and make my way over to the door, opening it cautiously.
To my surprise, it's Alex standing there with a determined look on her face.
"Alex, what are you doing here?"
I ask incredulously.
"I told you I wasn't stalking you," she replies with a smirk.
"I just wanted to come over and talk to you."
I sigh and step aside, allowing her to enter.
As she walks into my apartment, I can't help but notice how comfortable she seems in this unfamiliar setting.
It's almost as if she's been here before.
Alex looks around, then turns to me with a serious expression, "I know you don't trust me, but there's something you need to know about that crime syndicate."
I cross my arms, skeptical, "Why should I believe anything you say?"
She meets my gaze, unwavering, "Because they're not just any syndicate; they're connected to the woman you've been seeing everywhere."
I tell her I can handle it on my own, and she nods before leaving.
As I speak, I feel my glasses slipping down my nose.
I reach up to adjust them, but not before my X-ray vision kicks in.
I quickly look away from Alex, not wanting her to see anything she shouldn't.
I grab my glasses and put them back on, turning to face her once again.
She looks at me curiously, "Why do you wear those all the time?"
I explain that they're lined with lead to block out my X-ray vision.
She nods, seeming to understand the importance of keeping my abilities hidden.
I turn back to my laptop, determined to finish writing my article for CatCo.
Alex hesitates for a moment, then says, "There's more to this than just a story, you know. The woman you're seeing is involved in something big, and it's dangerous."
I look at her skeptically, "Why are you telling me this now?"
She takes a deep breath, "Because I think she's looking for you specifically, and you need to be careful."
I continue writing, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I type out the details of the crime syndicate's activities.
Alex's words echo in my mind, but I push them aside and focus on getting the story done.
As I work, my phone buzzes repeatedly with calls from Alex.
I ignore them at first, but eventually, I get frustrated and silence it.
I don't have time to deal with her right now; I need to get this article done and prove myself at CatCo.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, my phone stops ringing.
I pause for a moment, considering Alex's warning once again.
"If I need anything, I'll call you," I mutter to myself.
"If I don't break my phone first."
The room falls silent, and I realize I'm not as alone as I thought.
