Agonist

Prologue

Some where in a far off dimension, too far to describe, two males from a peculiar species planned their direct approach to our planet Earth. Their prime target was a Kryptonian inhabiting a small portion of the land, living among, what they thought, "arrogant, emotionally unstable creatures" or also known as the human race. They thought the son of such importance and superiority should have conquered the lowly nation when he had the chance, but instead he befriended them, he cared and loved them.

"Kal – el put the humans before him, saved their worthless lives…instead of claiming his rightful rule over them. If he won't do it, then we'll have to." A tall muscular man complained as he bottled a substance.

"But what about the many attempts of take - over? He's defeated all who've been sent down…some stronger and more intellectual than both of us put together. Even a clone of himself. What do we have that they didn't? What is of our advantage?" the second alien-like male questioned. He wasn't as physically attractive, but was of visible intelligence. The first man continued his mysterious work as he spoke.

"Oh, but we're not going to pose the threat, he will. I have something that will MAKE him do it." the second man scratched his head carefully thinking.

"How?" With a triumphant smile, the muscular man finally turned to reveal his "secret weapon". The liquid gleamed wildly with a bright blood red color as he held it up. Slowly, he waved it back and forth as a hypnotist would. His partner stared skeptically.

"This is made from a rock previously sent down with the meteor fragments. There are two more. But I believe this one will make him more agreeable to our proposition." Upon noticing his partner's disbelief, he continued. "With close monitoring, I have found that this rock has an effect on him as the other two do. He becomes "loose" and acts on impulse. This is all we'll need to in order to convince him."

"Hmm…I see. But what if one of the humans notices his change?" the two sat in unison as they thought over the predicament. The first man spoke.

"There's only one in particular that would be a concern, but I think he'll be able to take care of her just fine." Both men smiled together and prepared for their departure. They transformed their metallic attire into common black suits. The muscular one slipped the red liquid into his suit pocket and looked up with sheer content. They stood with confidence knowing this plan would truly work and would be a rude awakening for the people of Earth.

Clark stared out of his loft opening with a tense mind full of deep thought. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, an anticipation of something happening. But he tried not to let that didn't stop him from the relishing a lazy evening with the girl of his dreams. The only night they had free this whole week and she suggested they unwind together, what a brilliant idea. Chloe was sitting in front of him, her body leaned into his on the wood floor. Clark smoothed out the blanket they sat on, a protection against splinters in their butts.

"It's so clear tonight." She whispered out. Clark was moving her hair out of her face while she spoke.

"Yeah." Clark hoped he didn't sound far away, but he did. Chloe turned around, resting her hand on his raised knee.

"You've been like this all day, is there something you wanna say?" her usual sparkling green eyes darkened to an olive. He looked away from the opening to her. He cracked a smile to steer away her concern.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinkin'. It's weird. Don't worry about it." He absently stroked her arms to coax her back to relaxing. Reluctantly she returned to her original position. After some time, she heard a small sniffing nose from behind her.

"Clark are you sniffing me?" she heard him breath out in defeat.

"I wasn't sniffing you; I smelled the aromas that are departing from your body. They smell rather pleasant, is it flowers?" he gave a grin and watched attentively for her response.

"Yeah." She shook her head without turning to see him. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I know what I'm gonna do with you." he gently pushed her forward and got up. He zoomed off downstairs and came right back with a little black box. Chloe's eyes were glued to it as he sat on his couch with it; he had moved it so they could see the sunset. He patted the spot next to him where Chloe sat shortly after. He held onto it, the suspense building up thickly. When he finally did open the box, her heart stopped racing and she started breathing again. Inside was a glittering diamond bracelet with the word 'Chloe' inscribed on the biggest gemstone. Clark lifted it out of the case, then clasped it on her slender wrist with the lightest of touch. Chloe moaned with thanks, climbing onto him in a hug.

She liked what he made her, she was happy, the most important thing. But more simply and to-the-point: he was the one making her happy. He was grateful he got everyday to sweep her off her feet, and she flew him to the moon.

"It's beautiful." She admired the trinket on her wrist. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Just like you." Clark added that little part in for kicks, although he really meant it. Chloe offered a wide pearly beam while pushing him over on the couch and repeating what he said. She planted a warm kiss on him that was a good as the first time they met, way back in 8th grade. Of course she was better at it now, but it was still great for Clark. Her phone scared Clark as it vibrated next to his leg; he nearly jumped off the sofa.

"Aww, shoot. I have to go." She pouted when he sat up. She started gathering her stuff and sprinted down the stairs. Before halfway, Clark picked her up in mid-superspeed and carried her to her car. He set her down and adjusted her rumpled clothes.

"Wow. You're getting good at that." Her amused face stiffened to disappointment at the glance of her watch. "I'm never gonna make it." She got in her car, gave Clark a goodbye kiss, and slowly gained on the driveway. Seconds went by when Clark appeared in the front of the car. By instinct and being the excellent driver she is, Chloe slammed on the brakes. She screwed up her face in alarm and waited for Clark to run up to the window.

"I have an idea." His mischievous expression worried Chloe.

High up in the air, away from human eyes, was a young man carrying a car above his head like it was nothing. From inside the car, you could clearly hear the protest of a crazed lady.

"Clark, put it down. Put. It. Down. NOW!" Chloe was half hanging out the car, half watching before her as if she was in traffic. A few minutes burned away with her still yelling and his 'shh'. About a mile from the DP, he lowered her car inside a parking lot, careful to time it so the people at the other end didn't notice. At the driver's side window, he poked his head in to find a rosy and panting woman. A hand flew up and clocked him on the face, leaning it stinging. Then a pair of lips on the opposite side. Clark rubbed the burning side and held his tongue on the kissed side.

"Don't ever do that again, alright? Thank you. Bye, see you tomorrow." She motor-mouthed her statements. Her eyes drifted upward as she thought. "I am becoming bipolar. Oh well." She smiled beautifully.

"Oh well? I have to deal with it." He pointed at his cheek. She shrugged her shoulder and started the engine. He heard her say 'W/E' as she drove of, thrusting a waving hand to him.

He shook his head and started back to the farm.

Once more, Clark stared out of his loft opening, the knot on his heavy heart returning. Way up in the sky a light glinted catching Clark's attention. He studied intensely until it suddenly sent down a vertical light into the mouth what looked like the caves. Clark frowned at this not sure of what to do…could it be another shower? Invasion? He stood pondering when a blast came towards the barn, cutting through the trees in its path with precision. It hit the barn powerfully, cracking some of the beams holding it up.

Clark lost his footing and collapsed to the floor of the loft, his heart was racing. It was the first time he was afraid in a long time, he didn't know what to do. He didn't waste another moment panicking and took off outside as another blast hit his home. This time he fell on a pile of hay in the front of the farm. His breathing was in short puffs and he was kind of achy. Then suddenly everything came to a screeching halt. Clark stood up looking around, nothing was seriously damaged and apparently it didn't hit any of the other surrounding residence. Clark super speeded towards Metropolis as quickly as he possibly could so he could get there before anything else happened. He didn't know what was going on, but he had to check Chloe…something was coming…and quick.