Hi, so, I'm here again. I noticed that there weren't much reviews, nor views, for that matter, on the last few chapters. I figured that I was probably boring you, so I decided to put a little action in his chapter. I hope you'll like it.


Chapter 12 - Meta

Lex Luthor entered his secret lab in Smallville, Kansas.

„Dr. Hamilton," said Lex Luthor. Not even 20 seconds later, the said doctor came to Lex.

„Ah, Mr. Luthor. Good to see you again. Would you like an update?" asked Dr. Hamilton. Lex just shook his head.

„Maybe later, doctor. Right now, I need to make a test. I need to send one of our subjects out. I have a suspicion that there is a very powerful metahuman in Smallville and I want to be certain. Which one of our subjects is the best qualified for it?" asked Lex, as he was looking Dr. Hamilton right into his eyes. Both didn't break eye contact.

„W-well, there are more metahumans I am sure are equipped for this particular task. For one, there is Subject #040 – Albert Rothstein, who is able to grow in size, and, of course, strength. He wishes to be called the Atom Smasher. Then there is Subject #049 – Gorila Grodd. He is not a metahuman, but he is a super-strong gorilla with a human mind. A very smart human mind, to be exact.

„Then there is probably my favorite, Subject #053 – Waylon Jones. Thanks to his metagene, his entire body has a crocodilian mutation, which resulted in super-strength and near invulnerability for bullets, fire, and so on," said Dr. Hamilton.

Lex thought about this. These were good subjects, and there is still a slight chance that he isn't right about the Kent boy. Which means, he has to send someone not too strong, because if Kent got killed, it could be possibly traced back to him.

Lex then looked at Dr. Hamilton and offered him his hand to shake.

„Very well, doctor. Send out subject #053 near the Kent Farm in Smallville," said Lex.

Dr. Hamilton looked at him with a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

„The Kent Farm? You mean.. you think that.. Clark Kent is the metahuman?" asked Dr. Hamilton.

Lex just nodded. „Yes, I believe Clark Kent is the metahuman. Now, any other questions?"

Dr. Hamilton just slowly shook his head.

„Very well. Thank you for your time, Dr. Hamilton," said Lex as he started walking to the exit. „It's time to see what you're made out of, Kent."


„Mom?" asked Clark as he came home from the fortress, a red blanket in his hands.

„Yeah?" asked Martha from the kitchen, where she was, apparently, cooking dinner. Clark went over to the kitchen, where he saw his father was there as well.

„Hey, guys. I just wanted to ask you something. I found something strange in the ship while I was at the fortress," said Clark. Both Martha and Jonathan looked at him.

They both knew that it hurt Clark to lose the A.I.s of his parents – for him, it was like losing his biological parents all over again, except this time, he actually knew them. They expected him to start looking at the ship, including the insides of it. But did he find that he needs to ask them?

„Sure, son. What is it?" asked Jonathan as he stood up and walked next to Martha. Clark just showed them the red blanket he found in the pod, right in the place where, apparently, was he as a baby when he was travelling from Krypton to Earth.

Martha looked at the blanket, recognizing it almost immediately. It was the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby. Once the ship was in the storm cellar, she tried to open it to get the blanket for little Clark, but she just couldn't get in open, and in time, she completely forgot about it.

„Oh, I remember this. When we found you in Miller's field, you were wrapped in it. Apparently, it's some sort of a.. kryptonian blanket? I tried to open the ship to get it once it was in our storm cellar, but I couldn't get it open, and.. I forgot about it over time. I'm sorry, Clark," said Martha with a sad smile.

Clark just looked at them and smiled a little. „It's okay. I did a scan of it at the fortress. Apparently, it's a cape. It probably belonged to my father. See the shield?" asked Clark as he turned the blanket around, reavealing a black shield with the familiar S symbol in it, „it's the crest of my family, by the way. I really like it."

They both just smiled. Clark went over to hug them, but before he had the chance, he heard something from the outside. Like an angry roar. Quickly activating his x-ray vision, he noticed something big. A person. But the weird thing was his skin. It looked reptilian. Almost like a crocodile.

Who the hell is that? WHAT the hell is that?' thought Clark. Clark didn't have the chance to get his parents to safety, nor go out for that matter, before the reptilian.. person(?) broke the front door of their house.

„MOM, DAD, GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!" yelled Clark as he went in front of them. Now, Clark got a good look at the creature. Person. Whatever.

It was approximately 7'5" tall, which was a lot taller than Clark was – Clark was 6'5" nowadays. He really did have a reptilian skin, and was very, very muscular.

„Claaaark Keeeent. I was sent here to see what you're made out of. Now, I hope you'll give me a good fight, I don't want to be bored," said the creature in a deep, and yeah, almost reptilian voice. It sounded... scary. And Clark didn't get scaried easily. Pushing those thoughts back away, he stood tall in front of him.

„What I'm made out of? Who sent you?" asked Clark. The creature, or person.. aaaah, screw it... just smiled.

„Someone big. Now, I want my victims to know WHO killed them," said the man as he smiled. The evil, megalomaniac smile, it gave Clark chills, „they call me Killer Croc. And I'm your demise."

„I don't want to fight you," said Clark. Killer Croc just started laughing.

„You have no choice, little man. And once I defeat you, I will kill every single person in this house right in front of your eyes. And then, just then, I will squash you like the bug you are. Understand?" asked Croc. Clark was trying to stay calm, but now... he was angry. Very angry.

No one threatened the people he cared about. Especially his parents.

His eyes started glowing crimson red. You could literally see the little veins around his eyes. Croc looked surprised, if not a little intimidated.

Clark could hear the police sirens in the distance, they were about 5 miles away. Unfortunately, Clark was focusing on his hearing too much to notice the big reptilian fist aiming right at his face.

Suddenly, he felt a little sting on his nose, and felt himself falling back, as he did not have the time to properly ground himself. He shook his head a few times, as if trying to clear his mind, and looked at Killer Croc, who was holding his hand, apparently in pain.

Killer Croc looked at Clark. „What are you?" asked Croc.

Clark stood up, eyes still glowing red.

„I am someone who hates when somebody else threatens to kill people I care about. Now, there are 2 scenarios in how this is going to end. One. You surrender, and I give you to the police. No harm done. Except for you hand, apparently. Two. You won't surrender, I beat you up, and then I give you to the police. Please, choose two," said Clark angrily. He was never this angry before in his life. Never.

Croc thought about this. He slowly stood up.

„Sorry, little man. I'm not going to prison," said Croc as he aimed another punch to his face. This time, with his other hand. Clark saw the fist now in slow-motion, so he caught it with his hand and squeezed a little, effectively breaking his hand. He knew he had to hold back. Even if he was a scum, he had no right to kill.

Nobody had a right to kill. Clark's eyes returned to their normal, inhuman color, masked by his glasses.

So, Clark punched Croc in the stomach, using only a fraction of his true strength. Then, he punched his face. He could hear the sirens now a lot better, which meant that they were now very close. About half a mile.

„WHO. SENT. YOU?!" asked Clark, still angry, though now his anger quickly disappearing, but he had to keep the act, so that Croc would be intimidated. Croc was now on the ground, wheezing in pain. Clark took off his glasses and put them on a little wooden table next to him. He knelt down, so he would look Croc directly into his eyes.

Then, his eyes started glowing red once again. This time, even his sclera was now extremely red. Croc looked very scared. But he still wouldn't tell him.

Clark figured it out.

„You are more scared of the person who sent you than you are scared of me, aren't you?" asked Clark, his eyes once again returning to their normal color.

Croc didn't say anything. Clark punched him into the face, knocking him out immediately. Now, Clark stood above him, looking at his hands, realizing the truth. He used his powers to hurt somebody. Even if he had the right to do it, he still hurt somebody in anger.

Before he had the chance to think about it some more, the cops came in through the remains of the front door. They aimed the gun at Clark, as well as Croc, who was still unconscious.

„Is everyone alright? Martha Kent called us, said there was a metahuman attacking you," said the sheriff, who came into the house now as well.

Clark immediately started running upstairs, where his parents were. He came over to them and hugged them tightly.

„Are you alright?" asked Martha after he let them go, concernedly.

Clark just nodded. „He punched me in the face, but I'm fine. But... mom, I-I held back, but I still hurt him. In anger. He threatened you, and all I could see was red.. literally... I..."

Martha looked at Jonathan, the concern was evident on her face, as well as eyes. Jonathan didn't look much different. He came over to Clark.

„Clark. You have to realize something. You did it to protect us. You are not a bad person. You don't have the capacity to be a bad person, son. I know you'll think about it. And I know you'll feel guilty, because I know you. But know this, Clark. You just saved our lives. And we couldn't be more proud of you than we are now," said Jonathan as he put a hand on his shoulder.

Clark hugged Jonathan once again, this time, a little more gently. „Thanks, dad."


„SARAH!" yelled aunt Arianna from downstairs. Sarah immediately bolted up from her computer. What's going on?

She quickly came down the stairs.

„What's going on, aunt Ria?" asked Sarah with concern.

„You are seeing the Kent boy, right?" asked her uncle, Frank. Sarah was confused. What the hell is going on?

„Um, yeah. What's going on?" asked Sarah, confused.

They both looked at her. „Some metahuman named Killer Croc broke into the Kent's house while all of them were there. He had a fight with the Kent boy," said uncle Frank. He didn't get to meet the Kent boy yet, but he knew he made his niece happy, and that's all he needed to know.

Sarah didn't even spared them a second glance as she started running to the door, immediately putting on her boots and jacket.

„I'll come home as soon as I can, don't worry," said Sarah, as he literally bolted out of the house and started running towards the Kent Farm.

Frank and Arianna were just looking at the door, where Sarah was a few seconds ago.

„I could've given her a ride," said Frank. Arianna just nodded.

The Kent Farm was approximately a 2 miles away, but Sarah didn't give a damn. She exercised almost every day, a run like that was nothing. All she could think about was Clark.

Is he okay? What happened? Why would a metahuman break into their house? In the afternoon? And in Smallville? Are there even metahumans in Smallville? Is Clark okay? Oh my god, Clark, please, be okay.'

Though she could only think about Clark, she got that familiar chill down her spine. She felt like she was being watched once again. She had that kind of feel for a few days now, and she couldn't get rid of it. The only place she felt.. safe, should she say, was when she was with Clark, which was weird, but she liked it.

She quickly shrugged the feeling off and started running a bit faster, and before she even realized it, she was in front of the Kent farm. She ran again to their house, where the sight shocked her a little. The door was completely broken down, including the hinges.

„CLARK?!" yelled Sarah. A few seconds later.

Of course, Clark heard her. He stood up from his chair, where the police officer was questioning him, and started running towards the front door. Or what was left of it.

And there she was. Sarah. She came. In the middle of what was happening, he completely forgot to call her. How can someone with an eidetic memory forget to call his own girlfriend? Damn, that's a new level of douchery.

Clark quickly ran down the porch and came over to her, where he didn't even have the time to say anything before she hugged him, extremely tightly.

„Oh my God, Clark, are you okay? I heard you had a fight with a metahuman," said Sarah into his chest, still in a tight embrace.

Clark wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her at the top of the head.

„Hey, I'm okay. I'm sorry," said Clark. Sarah eased her tight hold on him a little and looked into those inhuman eyes of his. She noticed he wasn't wearing his glasses. She's always loved his eyes, especially when he wasn't wearing his glasses. The intense blue was unlike anything she's ever seen.

„For what?" asked Sarah, a little confused.

„For scaring you like that," said Clark. Sarah just shook her head with a smile. Of course, that was Clark. Only he could have a fight with a goddamn metahuman, come out without a scratch, which she noticed just now, and yet still apologize for scaring her.

Well, that was Clark for you.

„Just promise you'll call me when something like this happens again, alright? Which I hope won't happen again. You are only human, you know?" said Sarah. Clark just chuckled a little, tighting his hold on her.

Yep. Only human,' thought Clark.


Unknown to Sarah, or Clark, for that matter, someone was indeed watching her from afar.

„Don't worry, Sarah. We'll see each other soon."


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7'5" - approximately 226cm

6'5" - approximately 196cm (Clark will still grow a little in height over the next few years, by the way :))

Sclera - the white part of your eyeballs, or, as wikipedia says, "the white of eye" :)

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