Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Is that… blood?

The pungent scent of blood filled the air, and Mike furrowed his brow. 

But it doesn't seem to be human blood. 

Are these kids really playing this recklessly? 

Mike was taken aback, and Clark, thinking Mike was frightened, quickly stepped in front of him. 

Mike: "..." 

Son, could you move aside? Something doesn't feel right to me... 

Mike's lips twitched, silently adding that thought to himself as he moved forward, glancing once again at the stage, his brow deepening. 

The girl's name was Carrie, one year younger than Clark. 

If Clark was someone who didn't want to make friends, and others were too scared to provoke him, this girl was the opposite. She had caught the attention of some of the school's troublemakers, and now, she was the target of bullying and exclusion. 

It was clear that someone was intentionally messing with her this time. 

Carrie stood frozen in place, drenched in blood, as if paralyzed. 

Her arms moved stiffly, like a grotesque, blood-soaked puppet. 

The sounds of laughter, surprise, and screams filled the air— 

In an instant, the entire ballroom became a gory scene, like a painting of human emotions in their most raw forms. 

The girl spun in place, her large, vacant eyes taking in the expressions of everyone around her, while the instigators above her laughed with twisted delight. 

In that moment, deeply shaken, it felt as though she heard the low murmur of a devil's voice whispering inside her mind. 

She had a secret—a secret she had always kept hidden. For reasons she didn't understand, and at some unknown point, she had developed a supernatural ability. But because of her fear, she had never shown it to anyone. 

Now, that voice inside her was growing louder, urging her to release herself, to stop holding back. 

She raised her hand, and a cruel glint gradually filled her eyes. 

Yes, don't hold back. 

Since childhood, she had been forced to suppress herself, and the source of that suppression was her mother. 

Her mother, a fervent religious zealot, believed that Carrie was a punishment from the divine after being humiliated and giving birth to her. As a result, she often locked Carrie away to pray, even believing that menstruation was a divine punishment for her daughter's impure thoughts and actions. 

The pressure at home, the bullying at school—this toxic environment had left a deep mark on Carrie. Not only had it made her emotions unstable, but it had also led her to often entertain violent, cruel thoughts. 

Now, the voice inside her was growing even louder. 

She remembered. 

This voice had always been with her. Since the moment her powers had awakened, for reasons unknown, the voice had taken root in her heart. As she encountered more experiences, her abilities had grown stronger, and the voice had appeared more frequently, becoming louder with each passing day. Now, she could almost feel a searing breath, like molten lava, accompanying the whispers in her mind, brushing against her ear. 

At that moment, a tall figure appeared before her, draping a jacket over her shoulders. 

She froze, and her confused mind cleared slightly. 

It was Clark. She recognized him. As another outcast at school, she had secretly watched him before. She never imagined that he would be the one to help her in this moment. 

Clark spoke softly, "Let's go." 

Carrie stood frozen, the voice in her head pausing briefly. 

The gymnasium fell silent for a moment, and then a louder chorus erupted. 

Derisive voices, mocking remarks, and whispers calling her a freak—all of it pierced the air and reached her ears without filter. 

But Clark remained unfazed. He turned and looked toward 'Lois,' momentarily pausing. 

Where is she?

As Clark turned, Carrie's body trembled again. 

The voice in her mind, which had briefly paused, now grew clearer—stronger. 

Beyond urging her to unleash her rage, it was now filled with… desire. 

And the object of that desire—was Clark? 

"Someone like him… don't you want to keep him? He gave you warmth. He stood by you in your moment of despair. Don't you want to have him?" 

"Come now, take him. Offer his soul to me, and I will ensure he stays with you forever." 

Warmth… 

Carrie clutched the jacket draped over her shoulders. Her gaze flickered, her last mental barrier crumbling. 

She reached for Clark, eyes filled with greed. 

Sensing something, Clark turned back toward Carrie, only to feel an invisible force surging toward him. 

His brows furrowed, and he took a step back. 

Still covered in blood, Carrie tilted her head slightly and murmured, "Come with me." 

As her words fell, the invisible force wrapped around Clark, pressing down on him. 

Clark exerted a little strength—and broke free effortlessly. 

Carrie stared at him in surprise before increasing her power. 

But once again, Clark easily shook off her restraints and began stepping off the stage. 

Something is very wrong with this girl. 

Clark's thoughts sharpened as he scanned the gymnasium. His classmates and teachers, who had been watching this farce unfold with various expressions, remained rooted in place. 

Then he raised his voice. "Run!" 

With that, Clark dashed toward Charles and Erik. 

"Stand still!" 

Carrie let out a furious roar, and a surge of energy erupted from her body. 

The entire stage trembled—then the ground beneath the gym. 

The lights flickered. 

Bulbs began shattering. 

At last, panic spread among the crowd. 

"Ahhh!" 

Watching Clark slip further away, seeing the hateful faces around her, something inside Carrie snapped. 

"Ahhhh!" 

With a bloodcurdling scream, a shockwave of invisible force exploded outward from her like a tidal wave, sending everything and everyone flying. 

Clark's eyes flashed. He let out a low growl, no longer hiding his strength. 

In a blur, he appeared in front of Charles, shielding him with his back as debris and people alike were sent hurtling toward them. 

At the same time, Erik flung out his hand—metal coalesced before him, forming a barrier to block the incoming wreckage. 

"Charles! Erik!" 

Clark's call was barely needed. 

Years of unspoken trust between the three kicked in instinctively. 

Charles pressed his fingers against his temple, sending a telepathic wave through the gym, putting every surviving student and teacher into unconscious slumber. 

Then, his mind focused on Carrie, and his psychic force bore down on her. 

Meanwhile, Erik manipulated metal in the air, forming a protective barrier around himself and Charles. 

Clark? 

He didn't need their protection. 

Under Charles' psychic assault, Carrie struggled fiercely, resisting with sheer willpower. 

If not for her immense telekinetic abilities and formidable mental strength, she would have been subdued in an instant. 

"Ahhhh!" 

She screamed in agony, her head feeling as if it would split apart under the clash of two immense forces. 

"Why? Why do you all want to hurt me?! WHY?!" 

As her fury peaked, her eyes turned a blazing orange. 

A new, terrifying energy erupted from within her—so powerful that it began pushing back Charles' telepathic hold. 

Charles' expression darkened. "Her power is growing rapidly. There's another presence in her mind—something is about to awaken!" 

(End of Chapter)