The Memoirs of Superman's Greatest Fan
By R. Jason Collett
Intro
The following story is fictional based on the Superman character created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster and is property of DC Comics and no copyright/trademark infringement is intended. This story will contain gay content. If this type of writing offends you or you do not want to see the character of Superman portrayed as a gay/bi character, do not read this story. This story is designed to give the LGBT a version of the superhero everyone has come to love since 1938.
If you enjoyed this story, please feel free to contact me at ncboy1982@juno.com. I love hearing from my readers. Enjoy.
Prologue
Everyone has heard of Superman, the alien from another planet that landed here as a baby, raised by humans and became the world's protector. The familiar red "S" is known by everyone in the world.
What you haven't heard is the true story of Superman. Who he really is, or was, to me.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Joseph Martinez. I was born in 1938 in North Carolina. I was a nobody. Just a regular guy until the day I met Superman and this is my story.
Chapter 1
April 14, 1978
I had just got divorced after a 25 year marriage after my wife discovered I was living a double life with my business partner, George, for five years.
So I packed my bags and left for a new city. Metropolis. I'd heard that this was the place to be and figured it would be the best place for a new start.
I was boarding a plane to take me to my new home. Everything I owned was either checked with my luggage, or in my hand.
I found my seat on the plane. I had the seat by the window. I put my duffle bag in the overhead bin and took my seat. It didn't take long for the rest of the plane to fill up and soon we were taking off.
Once we were in the air, I closed the window shade, reclined my seat and closed my eyes. Dealing with all the changes that was happening was exhausting. I lost my wife, my career and even the relationship with my business partner/lover. He couldn't take the stress of being outed and stopped talking to me and I couldn't blame him.
I knew the risks of dating another man in this day and age but when it came time to face the consequences, it was harder than I expected it to be. But this is what I have to do. I made my bed and it was time to lay in it.
I don't know how long we had been in the air when we felt a hard bump on the plane. I looked around and others had noticed it but no one seemed to upset over it so I closed my eyes again.
Soon after, there was another hard bump followed by two more bumps. I looked around and more of the passengers seemed to be worried now, as was I. Several more bumps followed and then the lights inside the airplane flickered off and on. Other passengers were starting to scream now. I could feel the panic starting to rise within me.
One more violent shake of the plane and a loud boom and the lights went off and the sound of the engines disappeared. I raised my window shade to see that the left engine had disappeared completely. Panic I never felt before spread all over my body.
A voice came over the PA but I was too lost in my thoughts to hear what was being said. People started to scream even louder so I knew the news was not good. Slowly we could feel the plane descending. There was an eerie calmness in the cabin. People screaming and the silence from the engines being gone made it surreal.
My life flashed before my eyes. Images of me and my wife on our wedding day, the day we bought our dream home, the secret trip to the beach with George while my wife thought I was at a business meeting in Detroit.
With the loss of engine power, the plane started to descend faster, at a steeper angle. Anything that wasn't restrained started flying towards the front of the plane, including the drink cart. The oxygen masks flew down from the overhead compartment. I grabbed mine and put in on as everyone around me did.
I could tell that the plane was gaining speed. I could feel that it was only a matter of minutes now before the plane would crash. I looked around the cabin and I could tell that I was not the only one feeling the same way.
Suddenly, there was another loud crash and then the plane started rocking form the left to right before starting to spin. The force of the spin threw me out and over my seat and the three rows of seat before me. I landed hard in the middle of the aisle. There was a blinding white pain in my left shoulder. The sound of metal creaking under pressure and the screams from the cabin were too much to bear. Then the plane nose dived while continuing to spin. The force of the plane nose diving caused me to go airborne and hit the top of the cabin before landing on the floor again and slide all the way to the back of the plane, hitting the seats along the way.
I felt this hard hit on my head and everything went black and silent, but for only a few seconds. I opened my eyes and saw people flying out of their seats, luggage flying around them like a dance that had been choreographed. It all slowed down for a moment. I could see people's faces in all different kinds of expressions.
Then suddenly, the plane stopped spinning and seemed to slow down. We were still in a nose dive but the spinning had stopped. I looked out one of the windows and noticed that the left wing was completely gone.
This wasn't making any sense. How could the plane slow down and stop spinning but stay in a nose dive? I managed to get up off the floor and make it into a seat on the right side of the plane.
Glancing out the window, I was shocked to see that the right wing was also missing. I shook my head as if to clear out what I had just seen and looked again. Still no wing. Had I hit my head so hard I was dreaming this?
Suddenly, we stopped. Nose down, but stopped. Then, the plane started to level off and landed on its belly with a hard thud, so hard that the floor under is tore into pieces. I looked around and everyone else was just as confused. I stole a glance out the window and saw that what looked like the middle of a baseball field. I quickly made my way to the left side of the plane and looked out a window to see the same thing.
I looked around at everyone else and shook my head. For the first time I noticed that it was hurting along with almost every part of my body. I glanced at my hands and I could see them with spots of blood. Looking at my clothes and they were torn and dirty covered in what looked like grease and blood.
I started to feel woozy and my stomach lurched. Everything started to get blurry and black. The last thing I thought before the darkness took over was that this was all a dream. And then the blackness took over.