Chapter 108: Grief

Billy's eyes stared back at him accusingly. They were asking him why he'd gone down this path. If he'd truly thought things would be eased just by doing this. Clark once again didn't have an answer. He had done what he had thought was right, what would save the world, but the grief haunted him still. Billy shouldn't have had to die. Clark should have killed Zeus instead. He knew he could have done it. Killed him and taken Olympus. But like a coward, he hadn't done that. Instead, he'd simply killed a child and let Zeus go.

Clark couldn't stomach coming back to the League headquarters. He didn't want to look at anyone. He didn't want to see their accusing stares. Their glares that would confirm his guilt. The Fortress was his place of solitude, his prison. Here, his ghosts could haunt him and he could grieve in peace without worrying. Bruce and Diana would handle things. They were good at all of this. He wasn't.

Rao, he wished Lois was here. She would know what to do. She would know how to stop the aching hole in his chest. Or would she leave you, knowing that you are a monster? The voice inside his head whispered treacherously. He didn't know. But a part of him suspected that the voice was right. How could Lois love him now? He had become a monster. He had killed an innocent child.

Clark pressed a button and a little box appeared. It contained the runes of Krypton. Old symbols from when Krypton had been great. He knew what was inside it. He knew the damage it would do if he opened it. His mind was whirring. He wanted to take the thing and inject it into his veins. He wanted to be free. Let the others handle this mess. He was not suited to power. He was too strong, too weak. He was nothing. Nothing.

Something happened then. A whirring sound reached him. Clark rose up. That was odd. He hadn't heard such a thing before. He looked around and then heard a voice. A voice that sounded oddly familiar. "Bring up the cameras." He barked.

The cameras appeared and showed him the entire world, nothing of interest, and then something appeared on camera three. A figure dressed in yellow and red. Sneering. Reeking of misplaced confidence and arrogance. "Eobard." He heard a female voice say.

Clark sighed. "Get Barry on the line." A moment later Barry's face appeared.

"Superman?" Barry asked.

"Eobard Thawne has been freed." Clark said simply, before cutting the line. He rolled his shoulders, finally something to take his mind off of Billy. He had a speedster to kill.