Chapter 1:

At the bottom of Crater Lake something stirred. Almost three years travelling through space had damaged the Stasis prisons security systems. An impact strong enough to create a two mile lake at least a couple of hundred meters deep wasn't very healthy for it either and now after fifteen years under water it's systems finally halted. Within the confines of the prison the weapon slowly came on line, staring through the filtered lens of it's confinement suit. It growled as it tried to move finding it's arms bound tightly behind it's back. No matter it would soon be free. Massive muscles bunched and strained. After god knows how many hours the restraints on it's left arm tore apart with the screech of protesting metal. It growled as it lifted its arm and roared in triumph before it turned its limited intelligence to its prison.

It drew back its arm still covered by the body suit, the remains of the of the confinement band dangling from it and it let fly. It's massive fist striking the metal of the prison with a soft thump. It growled and drew back its fist again and again each strike causing the area between its massive knuckles to distend. The fabric becoming stretched with each blow till finally the material covering it's fist ripped and three bony crystalline spurs jutted out between it's knuckles. Beneath it's covering the weapon smiled before turning its attention back to the walls of its prison. It hauled back once more and let fly. The bony spurs scored the metal with a faint shriek leaving a faint gouge in its wake. It drew back its fist and let fly once more with the same effect. It would take time and patience and patience was something it had in abundance. It had already spent centuries within its prison. It would be free soon enough

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*God damn Alicia!* Clarks thoughts raged when he thought about that stupid bunny boiler. Finally he thought he had found what he had been searching for, someone who he could trust with his secret, someone like him who knew what it was like to be different from everyone else, and just his luck she turns into a raving psychopath that made Glenn Close in fatal attraction look sane. He Grabbed the timber post from the fence he was rebuilding for his dad while he was in hospital. Even that could be laid at his feet. If he hadn't ran away his father would never have made the deal with Jor-el that lead to his fathers heart attack. He smashed the post into the soil and let loose a frustrated sigh when it splintered. He throew the remains if the post across the field and sat down on top of the wood pile and buried his face in his hands. His eyes burned from unshed tears but he knew he wouldn't shed them. He didn't deserve the release that they would bring. He wasn't sure how long her just sat there fighting a losing battle with his emotions and found himself caught completely unawares when a voice he craved to hear finally pulled him from his thoughts.

"Clark, what's wrong?"

Clark looked up and swallowed the lump in his throat as he locked gazes with Lana, he tried to flash her that Kent smile and failed miserably in the attempt. "L-Lana, what are you doing here?"

Lana clasped her hands together and settled down on the timber pile beside him. "I heard about your Dad, I just came by to see how you're holding up."

Clark turned away from her not wanting her to see the tears building in the corners of his eyes. "I'm doing about as well as can be expected I guess, something else that's my fault." He laughed bitterly. "God, so many things that are my fault that I can't remember all of them any more."

Lana stared at him hard and long before she leaned against him her face pressed against the back of his neck whilst her small arms slipped around his broad shoulders. "This isn't your fault Clark, contrary to popular belief Clark not everything that goes wrong in the world is your fault, not even everything that goes wrong in Smallville is your fault." She tightened her hold on him as she felt his body shudder as long unshed tears slowly began to trickle down his cheeks. "Why do you always have to do things alone Clark, why do you always have to be the hero?"

"Because I have to be, because no one else can."

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Back at Crater Lake The weapon continued it's relentless pounding against its prison till finally the wall buckled and bent from blow after blow caved, the bony spurs pushing through the metal tearing a fist sized hole that water began to pour through. The weapon Roared in triumph it would soon be free once more. It gripped the ragged edge of the hole and heaved the metal shrieking in protest as the gap was ripped wider. Water from the lake poured into the prison and the Weapon still calmly went about widening the hole so it could be free. Soon the Prison was full of water and the Weapon gave a final shove and the wall buckled tearing free and the Weapon climbed out of the Prison and into the waters of Crater Lake. Its massive feet sinking into the muddy bottom before it pushed up shooting through the water like a missile causing a small wave to crash against the wooden jetty. With a ground shaking force the weapon landed on the shore it's massive feet digging into the sand.

Finally it was free.

TBC…

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Yours truly,

The Evil Kai Lun Mau

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