“Been cooped up for so long… when’s it going to be my time, Lex Luthor?”

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A stifled scream echoed out briefly deep in the heart of New Troy, before it was cut off for good.

Parasite The words of the song upon the wind added an eeriness to the pile of sucked corpses. It was…disturbing, to say the least…more like a scene from the streets of Gotham than a park in New Troy, Metropolis. It was all wrong. Perhaps it was internal struggles, perhaps it was —

Parasite — the events over the last couple of days…whatever it was, the scene disturbed him more than it should have. He was angry, feeling his jaw clench. The dead before him…the joke of it all…a game, even. Upon seeing the homeless man, he descended slightly. “Hello friend…you —

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Parasite — should not be here.”, he uttered, though his voice came across as threatening as it reached his ears.

Parasite “What filthy pervert?”, Superman replied, his voice still harsher than normal as he looked down from where he hovered above the clearing.

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There would be crowds today, plenty of crowds. Apart from New Troy, which the Parasite had promised to stay clear of, he had the pick of the city. Rich pickings…

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“Die.”