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This is you, except you have icey blue eyes, like superboy. Your name is, well, you don't have a real name, but the people who created you call you SB2. It stands for Super Boy Two. Your female,and a clone of Super Boy. (Clone of a clone, ironic, huh?)

You've been mind controlled since you were created, so you've never had independant thought. However, there is a small part of your mind that you control, you have expirianced very small amounts of emotion, and you know that your a clone of Super Boy. Because the scientists at Cadmus used up all of Superman's DNA on Super Boy, they had to use what was left of Super Boy's. The Scientist who made you is Doctor Carter, and he sometimes proclaims himself your father, since technically, he is since he made you from Super Boy's DNA.

Cadmus wants to use you against the Supers (Super Man Super Boy and Super Girl) and make the public think they were bad. You (In your small corner of your mind that you control) sometimes wonder if your 'father' Super Boy would be a better father than Dr. Carter. You have been put through a lot of training to ensure your loyalty to Cadmus.

STORY STARTS:

Today, was the day for me, my first day out in the feild. Dr. Carter was watching the heart rate moniter as I jogged along the treadmile, checking my health one last time before he sent me out.

"No, just remember the plan, and don't do anything stupid!" He snapped harshly.

I merely nodded, against my will, and the small part of my mind that I controlled screamed at him, telling him to stop telling me what to do. He knows I have this inner turmiol, and he tells me that it was put in by a telepth, that it's part of my training, defying my very mind to remain loyal to the facility. I knew he was lying, but I was powerless to stop it.

"Alright, now," He handed me my comunicator, and said, "Just don't get captured, we can't risk them getting any information out of you with that mind reader Miss. Martian. Now, should the worst come to the worst..."

He handed me a small pill, "Eat this, and you'll die, taking all secrets of this facility to the grave. We have enough of your DNA to create a clone of you, so your death would in no way hault our progress." He 'assured' me.

The corner of my mind I was in was silent, in shock, and then I could sence it's emotions, it felt insulted that I... we, would be considered disposable. I was in agreement, however, I was powerless as Dr. Carter sent me off.

My mission was simple, go into the public, and save people from an earth quake, a fire, a mutant bug bent on eating everything in it's path, pretty much anything. Once I was out in the open, the 'new super', I was to gain the public trust through heroic actions, and then influence them by voice 'my' opinion about different political things. I mean, if you were a fan of Batman, and Batman said that he was going to vote for McCain, then yeah, you probably would to, to support him. After I got their trust and influenced them, I was to turn them against the Justice League, little by little.

I went outside, and got to the city, putting on a pair of dark sunglasses. I walked down the sidewalk, no one sparred me more than a passing glance. They all looked away, took me awhile to figure out why. I was wearing long pants and sleeves, which were black, in summer and I and a black back pack slung over one shoulder. To them, I was your average street punk, or skater punk, take your pick. I guess I did look like one. My theory was only proved right when I walked past a small group of teenage boys with skate boards, and some of them waved at me, one even did an ollie, trying to impress me.

I snorted, and kept walking. Suddenly, I saw a car run a red light at the start of the street. I looked across the walk way, and saw a mother holding her toddler's hand, walking across the street. The car honked at her, and she turned seeing the car, and she froze.

I quickly unzipped my hoodie, and crammed my sunglasses into the pocket, then craming the hoodie into my back pack and tossing it asside with my super speed. I shot across the street, flying more than walking, and yanked them both into the air. The Mom screamed at first, and when I lowered her and her son onto the side walk she stopped, clutching her boy tightly.

"W-who are you?" She breathed.

I pointed to the S on my chest, and she nodded slowly, "Thank you." She breathed.

I shrugged, and speed across the street with my super speed, grabbing my things, and diving into the bushed a few miles away. I tugged my hoodie on, and zipped it up, hiding the S symbol, and pushed my glasses into place, hiding my icey blue eyes.

My comunicator beeped, and I answered it, "Well done SB2." Said Dr. Carter. "Now, keep it up, I'll check up on you in a few hours."

I grunted in responce, and he hung up, I crammed my comunicator into the pocket of my hoodie. I walked down a few more streets, and saw a fire. I looked around, seeing a revolving door, I ran into it, and as it was turning, I pulled off the vest and sun glasses, tossing them into my back pack, and then dashed out. I hung my back pack in a nearby tree, and then flew to the fire.

I landed next to a fire fighter, and asked, "Anyone still in there?"

He turned around, and jumped when he saw me, "Hey, your a super hero, uh, there's alot of people on the fifth floor, but we don't know how many."

I nodded slightly, and flew into the building from a window on the fifth floor. I found myself in a very smokey room, I coughed, and punched through a wall, "HELLOW!" I bellowed.

I used my super hearing, and heard a small, "Help!" I ran through a few walls, and came into a room where an old lady was on the floor, coughing. I grabbed her, and she flinched, and then saw the S on my chest, and calmed down. Does everyone react this way to the S symbol? Police need to start wearing it on their uniforms.

I grabbed her bridal style, and carefully carried her through the window, and gently landed on the ground, handing her off to the fire fighters. I ran back in eval times, and always returned with one more person, wether it was a baby, a kid, teenager, adult or old person.

Finally, after about an half an hour, the fire fighter had finished the job, and no one was hurt.

I sat on the tail gate of a fire truck, tired from the whole ordeal, and one of the Police Men came up to me, patting my shoulder, "Good job kid." He said, smiling.

I shrugged, "All in a days work I guess."

He nodded, "So, your not Super Girl, or Superboy, and you ain't old enough to be Super Woman, so who are you?"

I shrugged, "Don't know, all the good names are taken."

He laughed slightly, "True." He walked over to his car, "See ya around kid!" He called, and drove off.

I jumped up, and retreaved my back pack, slinging it over my shoulder, and flew off, looking for trouble. After ten minutes, I found the closest thing I could to it, a kitten stuck in tree, and it's owner, a little girl, crying out for help because of it. I grudgingly got it down for her, and she said, "Thanks Super Girl!" While she hugged me.

"I'm not Super Girl." I said, shaking free from her hug.

"Oh." She said, "Sorry super person!"

I flew of, mumbling about pesky little kids.

A few hours of doing good deeds later, my comunicator lit up, "Alright, get back to base. Now!" Dr. Carter shouted.

I flinched, and did as I was told.

THE NEXT DAY, SUPER BOY'S POINT OF VEIW:

I lazily got up, and went downstairs, where Pa Kent was watching the news, "Conner," He called out, "Come see this!"

I walked in, and saw a girl, flying people out f a burning building, "So?" I asked, "A new superhero, happens all the time."

"Just watch." He said.

I did, and as the girl turned around, I saw it, the S symbol on her chest, that marked her as a Kryptonian. I frowned, and looked at my father, Clark as he walked in, and saw it too.

"You know anything about it?" I asked.

He shook his head, "No."

"By the looks of it, she's a young kryptonian." Ma Kent said coming in, "Super Strength, flying, and I'll bet she's got all the others as well."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Dad said, "So far, it's only flying and super strength. For all we know, she's got only those two, and is only wearing the S because of that."

I nodded, "Could be, I think I'll get Tim on this, see if he can figure out who she is."

Dad nodded, "Good idea. I've gotta go, Louis'll be angry if I'm late again."

Louis being his coworker. They had been dating for awhile, and I wouldn't be surprised at all if any day now she walked in with a ring on her finger.

I turned back to the T.V., frowning, Tim could find out about her, and if she was kryptonian, Ma Kent wouldn't stop until she was living here too. Oh great. I was twentey three, and a teenage girl in the house would kill me. Kara was enough, I didn't need another 'sister'.

OK, this is just a little expirament, probably won't go anywere, but if you have any ideas for her super hero name, please PM or review. Please, it takes like, one minute.