Superman Has Fallen

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Kick me into the ground; watch me shoot back out into the world, high up into the clouds, bullets ricocheting off my chest. I’m Superman. Soaring.

Thunder. Zooming forward, I don’t even feel the rain when the lightning strikes...

I’m hit.

Mayday. Mayday.

I see each of you down below, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I lied. I’m sorry that you believed in the man. The myth. The legend. The fraud. I’m sorry that there’s nothing I can do. I’m weak. Injured. Wingless... Falling.

I am not super, I’m just a man.

Air rushing past my ears. 10 seconds to impact. I shout, but no one hears. There’s no getting out of this one.

7 seconds. 5 seconds. This is what it means to live. This is what it means to die. Rapid heart beat. Panicked thoughts. Adrenaline coursing through my veins. Breath lodged deep inside my chest.

What’s next?

2 seconds. 1 second.

Impact.

I feel nothing. It’s as though I’ve fallen onto a bed of feathers. A wave of exhaustion washes over me. The clouds part. With a sigh, I shut my eyes, basking in the newly found sunlight.

Superman has fallen.

This is what it means to be a man. This is what it means to be alive...