Chapitre 14: Chapter 14 (edited)
Because such an event happened suddenly, and even Lana and the others were involved, the school gladly gave the three of them a three-day holiday to adjust and recover.
In fact, Jennifer really needed time to process everything because she knew that Kara had killed the man.
But Jennifer didn't tell anyone, not even Dani, who was unaware of their secret.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Dani, but Jennifer was gentle and worried about the relationship between Dani and Kara. Truthfully, when she left the police station, even she didn't know how to face Kara.
Meanwhile, Kara had been taken home by her adoptive family.
On the way back, the Kent family remained silent.
Martha purposely sat in the back seat with Kara, holding her hand as a gesture of comfort.
Kara felt amused and patted the back of her adoptive mother's hand to reassure her, "Mom, I'm fine."
"Hmph, you're definitely fine," Jonathan, who was driving, glanced at Kara in the rearview mirror and said sternly, "Kara, tell me the truth. You were the one who killed him, weren't you?"
Martha's hands trembled. She had guessed as much, but as a loving mother, she didn't want to admit it. As a parent, she still hoped her daughter could be kind and good.
But both Martha and Jonathan knew: "That was your heat vision. When you showed us your abilities, you should have known that if you ever used them for something like this, you couldn't hide it from us."
They were fully aware of Kara's abilities, including her super strength, super speed, flight, heat vision, x-ray vision, microscopic vision, telescopic vision, super hearing, and her ability to hold her breath for hours without needing to breathe.
There were certainly things they didn't know yet, such as her newly awakened ability for psychological manipulation, also known as mind control or hypnotic suggestion.
Faced with her adoptive father's stern accusations, Kara turned her head to look out the window. The cool breeze blew through the open window, tossing her beautiful blonde hair.
Her naturally blonde hair and piercing blue eyes often made her the subject of admiration or jealousy. Many girls at school dyed their hair to achieve the same shade as Kara's natural blonde, which only added to her rare beauty.
"Kara?" Martha asked worriedly, "It wasn't you, was it? Tell me it wasn't you."
Kara sighed. "Sorry, it was me."
The car came to an abrupt halt on the quiet road. Jonathan sat stiffly, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his expression blank.
Though he'd suspected Kara's involvement, hearing her admit it made it all the more difficult to process.
"Turn around, we're going back to the police station," Jonathan finally said, turning the car around.
Kara shrugged and leaned back in her seat, silent.
Martha was frantic. "Jonathan, what are you doing? Are you trying to send our daughter to prison? You can't do that!"
"But she killed someone, Martha," Jonathan said firmly. "This isn't a small mistake; it's murder."
Martha didn't know what to do. She turned to Kara and asked desperately, "Kara, tell me. Did he threaten you first? Did he?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Kara said, exasperated. "Maybe you didn't read the report closely? There was a gun and a shattered bullet at the scene. He shot me—straight in the eye. The bullet shattered against my eyeball. If it wasn't me, Dad, if it was you or Mom, you'd be dead."
Kara wasn't lying, but the official report only mentioned a broken pistol with the drunk man's fingerprints. The shattered bullet had been deemed too strange to document and was quietly disposed of.
Hearing this, Martha quickly held Kara's face, checking her eyes for any sign of injury.
But Kara, of course, was unharmed. Even a bullet to the open eye couldn't harm her.
Jonathan snorted softly. "Are you threatening me?"
Though his words were sharp, his tone softened. He turned off the car engine, looking at Kara with a mix of frustration and concern.
Kara's tone turned serious. "That man threatened me. He said he would come after you and Clark if he couldn't hurt me. If it were just me, it wouldn't matter. No one can hurt me. But he threatened my family—he was asking to die."
Jonathan's expression shifted as he processed her words.
"But you can't just kill people at will," Jonathan warned. "It's the most unforgivable act. I don't want you to have blood on your hands. Your dream was to be a superhero, wasn't it?"
He remembered how Kara, as a child, used to dress in the cape from her spaceship and pretend to be a superhero, playing happily with Clark in the yard.
Jonathan didn't want that dream tarnished by violence.
"Dad," Kara said firmly, "it's because I want to be a hero that I couldn't let him go. If I had, someone else would have suffered, maybe even died. Locking him up wouldn't have changed that.
"Bad guys like him always escape. And then what? More people are hurt. I refuse to protect criminals at the expense of the innocent."
Her voice grew colder. "I will never be the kind of hero who ignores the victims just to give monsters second chances. A hero stops the cycle of violence. And if that means blood on my hands, so be it."
For the first time, Kara let her terrifying strength show in front of her adoptive parents.
Jonathan and Martha exchanged worried glances. They knew Kara's power was beyond comprehension, and without restraint, it could threaten the entire world.
Kara saw their fear and softened. "Don't worry," she said. "I'm not a murderer. I won't kill indiscriminately. But I won't hesitate to stop someone who truly deserves it."
Jonathan sighed heavily. "Remember what you promised us today."
With that, he turned the car back toward home. They'd have more to discuss once they were back, but for now, the tension in the car eased.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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