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Anywhere else the lightning would have been called 'unusual'. Here in Smallville the red tinged tongues of fire were almost common place. It lanced across the black sky throwing eerie shadows among the woods and cornfields, never touching the ground, performing a continual dance before, at last, the laces of super-heated plasma began to coalesce over a remote field miles from any populated areas.
The crash of thunder that accompanied the earthing of the crimson lightning would have deafened anyone close enough to have witnessed it. Almost as soon as it had started it finished, clouds began to swiftly disappear, leaving stars winking knowingly at the scene below.
Small fires had broken out on the ground, quickly extinguishing themselves as they consumed the small amounts of combustible fuel at ground level, the accompanying smoke began to thin, wisps drifting away on the breeze revealing the naked male figure left curled in a foetal position at the heart of the disturbance, a figure that an observer would swear hadn't been there before the lightning strike.
Slowly, the figure began to unfold, still smoking, and pushed himself slowly to his hands and knees, before standing upright and stretching his entire body. An observer might compare the physique to that of a classical Greek statue, perfectly proportioned despite his height being in excess of 6' 8". He had well defined facial features, features that the native population of Smallville would find vaguely familiar.
He looked down at his feet. He noticed a dim green glow beneath the crushed grass where he had laid. He reached down, flicking aside the bruised blades and picked up the meteor rock, a smile playing upon his lips. He closed his hand around it, steadily applying more pressure until the piece of kryptonite slipped between his fingers, crushed into so many grains of sand.
He reached out his arms from his sides and slowly he rose, turning gently, surveying his immediate surroundings, trying to get his bearings. After a moment of orientation he appeared to make up his mind where he was, he dropped his arms close to his side, and disappeared in a blur, the air collapsing behind him creating a second enormous thunderclap that night.
Straight and true as an arrow, he headed towards the Kent Farm.
