The Adventures of G-man

Fate Decision

It took a few seconds for Superman to plummet back inside the chamber, through the hole that allowed Alpha God's light to take S-Woman. Superman fell, helpless to save the mother of his children. Now her legacy was her triplets.

A question rose in his mind: how would he tell his beloved wife all about this? “Will she understand that I was innocent because of being hypnotized?” Worse, the Alpha Lord gave him full responsibility for the triplets.

The day he heard about the planet from the Alpha Princess made him so eager to search for the world, which was unique for him. He wondered if the vast knowledge inside the Watchtower and all the tools and technology available to the superheroes could help him search around the universe for the unknown planet. He contacted the Martian Manhunter, who had not heard of the planet, and neither had the whole of the Justice League. Superman said he would research the planet when he returned to the Watchtower.

*

Superman looked at his son "G,” who was shrieking aloud for his mother from inside his mother's seashell, which awakened the two daughters inside their seashells. They started screaming aloud. He somehow knew the newborn triplets had a sense that their mother didn't exist anymore, which added to another block of guilt he carried. He walked over and took them out one by one with the greatest care. He lifted and carried them out of the chamber.

"Oh no... How will I explain this to Lois?" he said to himself

When this thought entered his mind, another thought followed. The best solution was to take them to an orphanage. He tried his best to ignore it, and then he accepted that they rather live with their father and stepmother. However, he believed in his mind that Lois would not accept them. He shook off all his thoughts of taking the children home. He peered at his sleeping infants, feeling guilty for making this decision, but it would be better for them and for his beloved wife.

He wished that Lois had given birth to them instead of the princess. It would be so great to have the adorable triplets to live with them. He still couldn’t believe that he had a female fan, who had travelled from the galaxy through the ocean of stars to come here only to make love with him, and he shook his head.

Another surprise: his newborn triplets looked more Indian like their mother, except for their blue eyes. Superman turned around to face the interior of S-Woman’s chamber, then leaned his head down further toward his babies and whispered, "Always remember your mother. She always loves you, my children."

Superman left the spacecraft and headed to the shelter. Com followed behind, hovering above the floor, keeping up with the Man of Steel and watching over the newborn triplets in Superman’s arms. Com assured Superman that he would be here at the pod. With his mistress gone, he awaited the Alpha Planet recalling him.

A few meters away from the spacecraft, Superman turned to face Com and slightly nodded his head before he launched into the sky in an eruption of sound and dust. Superman made a considerable impact by sonic-booming across the sky.

*

A priest in his early thirties sat behind a light balsam wood medium-sized rectangular shaped desk in his office in the orphanage in India. He wore a white robe with gold decoration and a crucifix around his neck, with black leather shoes peeking out from under his robe.

The room was covered in laminated light wood floors and walls, except for a thick Persian rug spread over the laminated floor under the desk and table.

The British priest had his eyes glued to his paper in concentration as he wrote a few words of his sermon. He rested his bum on the chair cushion. The chair and desk were classics from the late 1970s. He wrote using a black ink pen. He had gone to his desk ever since he arrived from the boys’ dormitory where he’d been grabbing a little sleep near the children in his care. He’d been awakened by a huge light shining from the beach, which disturbed his closed eyes.

The impact of a massive boom in the sky jolted him. The young priest heard it and looked at the pendant light, which shook from the sound wave impact coming from outside.

Worried about the safety of the orphanage, he leapt out of his chair and rushed out of the room. He strolled through the corridor. On the left were the double doors leading to the boys’ dormitory, and on the right were the double doors to the girls’ wing.

He stepped out of the solid metal doors at the front of the building. He glanced above and saw a man floating down toward him. His colleagues also heard the impact blast from the sky and rushed out to discover the Man of Steel floating down to grace them with his presence.

The priest looked surprised to see his hero landing in front of him. He felt substantial joy to see him and didn't focus on his arms, missing, at first, the triplets asleep in their father’s strong arms.

The priest opened his mouth to ask him something. As his eyes caught the employees standing at the moulded greyish front steps, he told the employees to go back inside with the children who rushed outside with them.

The priest smiled as Superman's red cape flapped back and forth in the mild wind. The priest was so humbled and honoured to see his superhero that he couldn’t speak. He opened his mouth again, and this time his voice came out.

"Oh my god! Superman? It is an honour for me to see a great superhero in the orphanage."

"Thank you for your warm welcome, Father. I would be grateful if you could do me a favour," Superman asked in a low gentle tone, which would make anyone pay attention to his words. That was what happened to the priest.

"Superman, it would be my honour," the priest said, respecting his superhero.

Superman quietly and discreetly explained everything that had happened. Superman handed his tired son into the priest's arms. He assumed his son would be light for the priest to hold but was amazed to see the priest strained a bit to hold the baby, who weighed more than 5 kilograms.

Superman was about to hand his daughters to him; however, the priest stopped him with a struggling face. He called two of the nuns. Six minutes later, they rushed out of the entrance, faces full of amazement at the sight of Superman. They were just about to say something. But they hesitated, seeing the priest standing next to the superhero, carrying a tiny, brown-skinned baby wrapped up in a black robe blanket. He ordered them to hold the other babies. They each took one baby, and like the priest, it was so hard for them to carry them. These were not ordinary babies.

Superman watched the two nuns tenderly carrying his tired daughters and stepping inside the orphanage. He glanced at the priest and smiled at him.

"Promise me, Father. I want them to be with foster parents who will love and care for them," Superman pleaded as he kept his eyes on his tired son. He stretched his arm out to shake the priest's hand. The priest gripped his hand in a firm handshake.

"Don't you worry, Superman. God does not judge. I promise that your babies will live with caring foster parents, who will take care of them nicely."

Before Superman flew away, he gave his final farewell to his son with a slight smile and then launched up the sky, making a sonic boom across the sky.

The priest walked inside the orphanage with the boy named "G" to rejoin his staff, who placed Superman's daughters on soft, comfortable cots.

***

An hour after Superman flew away from the orphanage, the priest was back at his desk, signing papers and writing a few notes. He was not alone in his small square office. He had three cots where the super babies rested. He was just about to sign a paper, then someone barged inside.

"Father? Father?”

"What is it, Rahul?" He asked as his head still faced on the paper as he was signing a form to know it was his porter, dressed in a white short-sleeve shirt and black trousers with footwear of a black bright laces shoes.

"Father? A couple is here for newborn babies. They want triplets."

"Are you sure?" The priest’s head shot up to face his porter, Rahul, in excitement.

"Yes, father," Rahul said with a huge smile.

"Do they want triplets for only three boys or three girls?" asked the priest.

"No, Father, they want to have triplets of two girls and one boy," the porter replied in a surprised voice.

The priest glanced inside and faced one of the babies wrapped in a black blanket. "I believe you and your sisters have found a family. Congratulations, little superheroes," he whispered with a smile on his face.

END OF CHAPTER SEVEN