Title: Fated King
Author: DarienSummers
Notes: Okay so I am a bit new at this, this is my first piece of fanfiction ever. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or any of its wonderful actors or actresses.
The Present
Carefully Lois cradled the broken man in her arms. It was such a strange thing to her, seeing someone she knew was so powerful, someone she knew could lift mountains with the merest flexing of muscles, rendered so helpless.
The tears had begun to fall long before she even became aware of them, for all her attention was focused solely on the person she so desperately wished would respond to her pleas. With each passing moment her pleas became more frantic, demanding at first, and then slowly fading into the harshest and most desolate of begging.
It was only when a pale hand lifted to caress her cheek that her cries were silenced. Dull and battered eyes looked upwards at her from a face that was bruised and bloodied, a face she loved regardless of the damage done to it.
"Lo….Lois?" a weak and raspy voice ushered forth from the man in her lap.
"I'm here, I'm here!" she spoke in a voice filled with sorrow, "Everything's going to be okay, we're going to get you help, you just hang on….please just don't let go…"
Others began to move closer as they pulled themselves towards the tragic scene, some wounded, such as the man before them was, but none as nearly wounded as he. Those who could went for help as quickly as they could, while those left behind could only watch the sorrow filled scene before them.
"Did I get him? Is he down?" the male voice managed to choke out between painfilled breathes. Signs of worry etched across his face, though it was not worry for himself, but for those around him.
Through her tears Lois gazed a few feet away from the spot they occupied, her vision slowly focusing on a monstrous figure, a monstrosity that lay face down, unmoving in the mud. No signs of life radiated from the creature.
"He's dead, you did it…" Lois was barely able to keep her voice steady enough to speak the sobs still continuing to assault her. "You saved us."
"Sssshhh" the male voice whispered upwards at Lois, a small smile pulling at his lips as relief replaced his previous worry "Don't cry Lois, don't cry its alright now. Your going to be safe…"
It was then that his hand slowly began to slide down her face before dropping to fall into the mud next to them, his eyes clouding in time with the movement. The last vestages of warmth left his body then and he was silent.
The world slipped out from under Lois then, and for a moment she wondered who was screaming, before realizing the voice she heard, was her own.
Those around them cried as well, for today the world had lost one of its brightest stars, snuffed out while doing the only thing it knew how to do, shining brilliantly against the black night. Combating the darkness that resided in the souls of all men and fighting to give the world hope.
A Superman died today.
Clark Kent was no more.