(Sorry it has been so long since my last update…)
Suddenly there was a crackling of energy as Jor-El lifted Clark with an unseen force and tossed him into the cave wall as if he was no more than a doll.
Clark crumpled to the floor and everything went black.
"Wait!" Cried Lionel as Jor-El closed in on Clark.
Jor-El turned slowly toward Lionel, "You wish to interfere?"
"No, I wouldn't dream of it. I too have a son; perhaps I can help. Help you to understand they ways in which your son is different." He said wiping the perspiration from his head.
"And what do you want in return Lionel Luthor?" said Jor-El in a voice that shook the very cave walls.
"What do all men want? Power!" he said with a hungry look in his eyes.
"Very well, I will grant you power second only to Kal-El. But if you fail…" the understanding was clear, there would be no second chance. Once Jor-El was gone Clark Kent would be next.
"Thank you. First we need to remove the Kents, they are his conscious. Then we can rebuild him together." Yes this would work out well for Lionel as long as he was patient, soon he would be a god among men…
You could hear the screaming for miles as Jor-El took his rage out on the Kents. They had supplanted him as his son's guiding force. They had rebuked his will, now they would pay.
Clark awoke with the sound. The ground ripped from its place, trees topped like cards in the wind as Clark flew to the aid of his adoptive parents. He could only pray he was not too late.
TBC…