DC DARK: SUPERMAN
by: Dan Bivens
Chapter 2
Having used powerful propulsive rockets situated to either side of the massive metal warsuit, Lex Luthor had overflown the vaster sections of downtown Metropolis in order to land amidst panicking people to take on, first, the Metropolitan police. Then, the local National Guard.
But, mostly, at the moment, the Special Crimes Unit headed up by SCU Agent Dan "Terrible" Turpin and SCU Agent Margaret "Maggie" Sawyer.
"All right, boys and girls!" clamorously urged Agent Turpin as he and Agent Sawyer wielded super-powerful weapons able to produce particle beams capable of obliterating buildings in a single second. "Let's take the fight outta that big bastard! Fire at will!"
Resisting the sarcastic desire to say something like, "Which one is Will?", Maggie made it plain that she was just as tough as Turpin or anyone else sworn in as an Agent of the Special Crimes Unit. Unleashing hell like Dan "Terrible" Turpin or any other Agent currently skilled at handling a portable particle-beam blaster.
It was just then that Lex Luthor, standing tall in the middle of a discombobulated block, discovered just how invulnerable his warsuit was.
"Your destructive energy weapons are like 'pop-guns' to me," Lex's auto-amplified voice stated so tyrannically as several powerful particle beams impacted more-or-less harmlessly against the warsuit's super-dense exterior. "Allow me to RSVP with weapons of my own. Haaa, hahahaha!"
"Take cover!" shouted Sawyer to all uniformed officers/soldiers on the scene as well as fellow SCU Agents.
Even as, from one enormous metallic arm, several surface-to-air missiles were sent, instead, straight down toward the already shattered street's surface...
Baa-BOOOOOOOMMMMMM! BOOOMMMMM! Ba-daaa-BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!
As a hail of obliterated asphalt and decimated cement smashed down onto parked cars and idling police cruisers, some of it gravely injuring, or straight-out smashing, a number of not only police officers and National Guardsmen, but SCU Agents as well.
Fortunately, SCU Agents Sawyer and Turpin were relatively unharmed.
"Give 'im everything you've got!" shouted Maggie as the survivors of that first explosive assault by Lex's warsuit retaliated with whatever was left. From Glock pistols to pump shotguns to M-16s to particle-beam blasters.
Forcing Lex into a defensive posture rather than the former offensive since he'd sent super high-caliber bullets by the thousands and some smaller missiles to wantonly destroy large sections of skyscrapers surrounding this makeshift War Zone...
"I am invincible!" railed, via voice amplification from said warsuit, still resisting the totality of destructive potential sent at him with such courageous resolve. "No one can stop me from bringing, first, Metropolis and, then, the world to its collective knees! No one!"
"Does that include me, murderer?"
That super-shouted query came from the fraught with near-insane anger Superman even as he landed several super-punches against the near-impervious warsuit. Sending it stumbling back to crash down, temporarily, even as those standing at street level...
"Retreat!"
...sought solace several hundred yards further away from what would quickly become the site of a super-battle between two titans: one a mountain of man-made and man-manipulated metal; the other a staggeringly strong Strange Visitor from Another Planet.
The Man of Mechanized Metal against the Man of Steel.
"Get 'im, Superman!" shouted Sawyer, representative of such expectations overpowering the men and women of the Metropolis PD, National Guard, and Special Crimes Unit. "Yeah!"
But even the Man of Steel's super-hearing detected not the rampant roar of cheers rising from not only officials but ordinary citizens standing at a safe distance from the fervid fight.
His blood boiled too hotly with hatred and rage to hear or see anything other than his oppressive objective: Lex Luthor in his warsuit.
No matter what weapon was put to use by the bald billionaire inside the nigh-indestructible creation of a killed-by-Lex Luthor Professor Emil Hamilton, it held no hope of downing the undaunted Superman still exercising graviton production/distribution to remain majestically aloft.
His Fists of Steel slamming mercilessly, repeatedly, against the exterior of the warsuit with such force that the formation of massive dents denoted that it was not nearly as "super" as the Last Son of Krypton.
"Dammit," swore Lex from his secured-via-restraints position inside the head area of the embattled battle-suit. Such swiftly caused the hairless heir to more than one fortune first begun by a long-gone, definitely dead, father called Lionel Luthor. "Time to turn this around...and kill this Kryptonian...with Kryptonite. Hahahahahaha!"
Before the thoroughly enraged Superman could consider such a possibility, one massive arm of metal suddenly unleashed a secretively placed, encased in lead, green-glowing, super-sharp missile...
"Aaaaggggg!"
...which impaled the Man of Steel straight through the right side of his muscularly massive chest. Though not enough to instantly kill, as it would have had it been the left side wherein a humanoid super-heart beat so bravely...
"Uhhhhnnnnnnn..."
"Yes! Haaa, hahahaha!"
"Superman...!"
He tumbled straight to the shattered street to lie very close to Death's Door. Missile of Green Kryptonite still stuck several agonizing inches into the normally impenetrable pecs so singular to the man wearing blue-red with instantly understood "S" shield stretched so tautly over his torso.
His dark red blood, so human in appearance, though it flowed from the Last Son of Krypton, staining most of said super-suit as well as pooling below his body.
It certainly seemed that Superman was well on his way to a very mortal demise. So much so, that Lex, in his warsuit, simply lumbered away in order to once again engage the police, National Guardsmen, and SCU Agents. Before, finally, forcing surrender from Metropolis proper.
So he could, incontrovertibly, rocket away to do the same with Gotham City, New York City, Washington D.C., and, inevitably, every major municipality of America and, at long last, the whole world.
What would the world do without a Superman to save them?
Such suffused Superman's mind with similar considerations as his blurred-by-Kryptonite poisoning vision watched a warsuit-controlled Lex Luthor deliver Death to those still-alive individuals left with weapons powerful enough to desperately defend the defenseless.
Until now.
END OF CHAPTER 2
