| Superman's Sister | b.w.

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1 | Superwoman

"TELL me... What has always questioned you Kalura? Is it the feeling you'll never fit in? Never being loved? Feeling like a freak?" Zod asked as Jessica clenched her hands into tight fists. The general noticed, taking pleasure at the anger he was causing.

"Join me Kalura, we can rule over this world together, make a new Krypton." He suggested, holding his hand out for her to take if she made the decision. Oh, she knew better, no matter what the people of earth put her and her brother through... No way in hell was she going to cause innocent people pain.

"No wonder why they locked you away... you're unstable." She scoffed.

Zod's chest puffed out. "Well... I thought you would cooperate better than your brother but I guess I was wrong." He snapped as Jessica narrowed her eyes at him. Zod flew at Jessica with sound breaking speed, tackling her through glass buildings and down to the street. "You'll never know true power until you wake up." Zod snarled, holding Jessica's throat tighter. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Wake up, you're going to be late for work."

"What?"

"Jessica! Wake your ass up!" Perry shouted causing Jessica to bolt straight up in her chair.

"I'm up! I wasn't asleep!" She blurted, the letters K, W, and M embedded on her skin.

"Good God Kent, were you here all night?" He asked, crossing his arms. Jessica rubbed her eyes, trying to rid herself of her exhaustion. Piles of papers clouded her desk showing how much Perry put on her.

"No... I just closed my eyes for a few minutes." She mumbled as Perry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, a few minutes, that explains why you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday, your hair's a mess, and the small puddle of drool that's on the keyboard." He explained with his arms crossed.

Jessica adjusted her glasses in embarrassment, she would never be caught dead in the same clothes and Perry knew that. She gave a sigh, running her hand through her hair. "Perry look, yes I was here, I was trying to push in some more articles and I fell asleep." She wiped the drool off her face.

"Go home Kent."

"No."

With a heavy sigh, he knew what would make her tick. "Well if you're doing new articles, listen to this." Perry said, turning on the tv as the morning news came on. A woman with a deep accent broke through to Jessica's ears.

"The women in the village heard a noise..." The voice paused. "like the sky cracked open. He came down, so many dead, even worse came after. The government attacked, no mercy in the villages." She sucked in a deep breath. "My parents tried to run..." Her voice cracked at the end of her story. Senator Finch, of Kentucky, gave her a sorrowful look, her heart feeling the sadness that was radiating off the black woman. Jessica suddenly realized who they were talking about, her brother.

With a clear of her throat, Finch leaned forward to the mic. "The world has been so caught up with what Superman and Superwoman can do, that... no one has asked what they should do." She spoke, trying to speak as cautiously as she could. "Let the record show that this committee holds them responsible."

"He'll never answer to you." She spat. "They answer no one. Not even I think to god." The woman disagreed, sniffling a bit. Jessica scoffed and changed the news channel.

Jessica couldn't comprehend what she was talking about. Jessica wasn't even out with her brother at the time, it was just Clark. She was just stuck, at the office, doing Clark's column for him. She was absolutely livid at the fact that the woman was spewing lies. Clark would never harm any innocent human lives, he doesn't have blood on his hands as she does.

"Damn shame." Perry sighed, "I expected better from them." Jessica crossed her arms, leaning back in her office chair.

"She's lying, they would never do that." Jessica defended.

"You never know someone's true colors." Doug spoke, walking past them with his face glued on his tablet. Doug Sherbert, the most annoying man in the whole office. He was a tall lanky blonde man with an attitude galore. He was always trying to steal Jessica's ideas and couldn't stand the Super Twins. Jessica always volunteered to throw him into the sun, but Clark wasn't for it. Sadly.

Jessica glared at him, not ready to debate with him at the moment. "Does bullshit always fall out of your mouth?" Jessica sassed, leaning out of her cubicle to look at him.

"Just to annoy you."

Jessica opened her mouth to retaliate but decided not to. Instead, she grabbed her purse with a sigh. "Fine, I'll go home." She grumbled, grabbing her stuff and stridded out towards the elevator. Once she clicked the button, she turned around to see Doug smirking at her.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, you haven't won yet." She declared, her eyes narrowed behind her glasses as the elevator doors opened for her.

She pressed the lobby button and made her descend down, yawning and rubbing her eyes at the same time. "Man, last time I do a research paper for Chloe, ever." She sighed, adjusting her bag so it wasn't hanging off her shoulder.

Jess looked into the mirror that was hanged up by Lois for some type of joke. As her face came into view, she jumped at her sudden appearance. Her mascara was smeared, her hair frizzy, lipstick going in the direction of the trail of drool that was on her cheek moments ago.

"Oh god!" She gasped and rummaged through her purse to find her emergency make-up wipes for situations like these. She then began to, forcefully, rubbed her face to take off the horror painting that was on her face. Once finished she combed her hair with fingers and cleaned her glasses off. "There, somewhat, decent." She stated with a shrug of her shoulders.

She blew a breath of air and almost gagged at how bad her breath was. Morning breath was always her mortal enemy, if that was one of her power's, half of the world's population would have dropped dead in disgust. Popping a piece of mango and orange gum to at least tame her breath, she rubbed her eyes again. "God I need coffee." She grumbled.

The doors opened to the lobby of The Daily Planet, people rushing around everywhere like they normally did. "Goodness Jessica, did you get into a fight with a raccoon?" Matt chuckled at her, his cheery personality always having an effect on her.

"It looks like it right?" She chuckled with a wave of her hand and out the rotating doors of the building. She wiggled her toes in her shoes, trying to get some type of circulation to go through again.

Taking a breath of fresh air, she made her way to her apartment. She knew having a cozy date with her mattress for a few hours would definitely get rid of the dark circles under her eyes. Her bed wouldn't judge her and it can't leave her. She for sure was never staying at the office unless it was absolutely necessary.

She glanced at all of the people walking alongside her. Of course not having the ability to have a sense of heart today, she kept a straight face and walked faster, trying to avoid people to get to her apartment.

It's not like she was a mean person but sleep changes everyone. As soon as she made it into her apartment, she discarded her shoes into the trash, realizing she absolutely made a poor choice in buying those cheap black leather pumps.

Then, not even bothering to take off her clothes, she plopped down onto her bed and started to drift off, until her phone rang. "Are you kidding me!" She yelled into her pillow. She reached down into her pocket and yanked her phone out. "What?" She asked annoyed.

Clark's voice rang through. "You are not sleeping, it's 9:30." He said as Jess rubbed her eyes.

"Perry sent me home... said I looked like hell." She explains, yawning yet again.

"I need a favor." He spoke quickly, making Jess scoff.

"You always need a favor."

"Please, I really need your help." Jessica blinked and sighed, too tired to argue with him.

"Fine, what is it?" She asked, covering her eyes with her arm.

"Remember that interview I told you about?"

"Oh god Clark, I am not doing your interview." She chuckled warningly. "I just spent the whole night doing your column. I'm pretty sure Perry is going to realize that it's my writing because you never put enough detail in your work."

"Jessica." He warned, something he did to try and scare her. Jessica growled, about ready to rip his throat out.

"Fine, this is the last time!" She hissed and hung up the phone, throwing it across the bed. Great, now she has to get up and change. "Ugh!" She yelled at nothing while she, yet again, tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She kicked her legs over the edge of the bed, stood up, and dragged her feet to the shower.

Lately, Clark has been shoving his work onto Jessica's load so he can go out and be Superman; not to mention save Lois from robbers when she can clearly handle herself. Last time she checked, they were both from the same planet and shared the same damn powers. Maybe next time, she'll just say no.

Jumping out of bed, she put her shoes back on and took better care of her face, brushing her teeth, taking off yesterday's makeup and putting on a new batch to make herself presentable, and putting on deodorant.

She put on her comfortable pair of black heels and off she was. She walked the streets of Metropolis with the same attitude she left The Daily Planet with, tired and grouchy.

While walking the sidewalk, she came across a group of people with shirts that said: GET THE ALIENS OUT OF HERE LIKE THE MINORITIES. GO BACK TO YOUR PLANET AND COUNTRY. AMERICA IS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WORKED HARD TO KEEP IT GREAT. Plastered all over the front.

Jessica stopped in her tracks at the sight of the derogatory words on their clothing. One of them noticed her staring and crossed his arms. "What are you looking at?"

"Just your politically incorrect choice in clothing." She shrugged. "Those, "minorities" deserve to be here just as much as you."

The man, scoffed, pointing his pale finger to his shirt. "Whatever lady, go make me a sandwich or something." The group of his friends all laughed. Jessica gave a chuckle, scratching the side of her face.

"That's a good one, that really is." She gave a contented sigh, about to destroy this boy's reputation. Factually. "May I remind you that the way you speak to women or any person of society is how you talk to your mother, is that how you talk to your mother?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

The boy shrugged his shoulders. "What's it to you?"

"What's it to me? Well, I wouldn't want your mother to know that you walk around spewing hate just to look cool in front of your friends. I also wouldn't want your mother to know that sagging your pants halfway down your ankles is a calling card for guys to have s****l i*********e with other male inmates in prison." The other boys the white boy was with looked down at their pants, one picking them up all the way to cover his belly button. "Another thing, if you're telling people to go back to their country, don't bother to buy things if you're talking about China, American's get their goods from there, don't watch sports like football or basketball because they're culturally diverse, if you're talking about Hispanics, don't listen to their music, don't learn their language, and don't eat their food, Don't expect the Super twins to come save you when you want them to leave this planet, and for sure don't listen to African American music, don't wear their clothing, and don't try and act like you are them when you clearly discriminate against them." The boys looked at each other in stubborn embarrassment, the tips of their ears showing color. "There's nothing I hate more than a racist who likes to leech off of other cultures for fun then treat them like garbage." Jessica dusted her hands like she was washing the memory from her head. "And one last thing." She said before walking away. "The American's you claim "worked hard" to keep it great are liars. They used the backs and bones of Blacks, Native Americans, and Hispanics to build this country by force. So how about you open a book for once? Become educated on something you obviously know nothing about."

With that, Jessica continued on her journey even more annoyed that she ran into her fifth racist that week.