Clark awoke in a very dimly lit room with the walls painted black. He still felt weak, but not as dire as he felt before. His hands were tied but he still managed to prop himself up against a wall and get a good look at the room. It was empty but it wasn't long before a face peeked in from behind a door on another wall.

"He's awake," said the voice.

With that a myriad of people ranging from young teens to senior citizens came into the small room to get a look at Clark. They all seemed to be dressed casually, but still Clark felt something was up. They were all looking at him with oohs and aahs that made him feel like the pope being admired by Catholics. Clark stared with wide eyes at them wondering what the deal was. There was then a shout from the back.

"Leave him be. Leave him be already!" The voice sounded like a British accent and an assertive one at that. The people immediately began to clear out until there were only two people left, one of which Clark recognized.

"Greetings, sire." Said the British one who cleared the crowd. "My name is Brother Jordan, and this is Brother Mark. I suppose you know already, but he is the one who retrieved you."

They both then stepped directly under the dim light source and Clark got a clearer picture.

"You're the kid from the coffee shop the other day," Clark managed.

"You saw that?" the obviously nervous boy in black attire said.

"What happened at this coffee shop?" Jordan asked. Mark put his head down and twiddled his thumbs. "We'll talk about this later," he said as Mark left the room, looking ashamed of himself.

Now it was just Clark and Jordan, and Clark was curious who this person was and why he would want to kidnap him.

"I know you may be confused right now my lord, but soon everything will be revealed to you."

"What are you talking about?" Clark said. "What is this place?"

Jordan smiled. "This is the shrine, home to your followers."

"My FOLLOWERS!" Clark shouted with all his might. It was with that that he felt weak again and began to slump down.

"I hope you'll forgive me for the Kryptonite sire, but it was the only way we could get you to come here without resistance, considering you don't know who you are yet. Anyway, that little piece in your pocket is of a very low concentration, so it won't kill you, at least for a couple of months."

"How did you know about Kryptonite?" Clark struggled to say.

Jordan smiled once again. "I know everything about you Kal-el. All was revealed to me through great circumstances and ever since then I have been gathering followers and awaiting the day when you will destroy this planet and bring about a new utopia. The rest of the world shall perish, but only those of us who know the truth will be the ones who survive."

Clark couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What great circumstances would those be?"

"It was revealed to me in a grand revelation. A vision of all. A great epiphany, and some help from one Dr. Virgil Swann."

Clark started to hyperventilate. "How many other people has he told my secret to?" Clark thought to himself. "Geeze Dr. Swann I thought I could trust you."

"Now you must go through with your destiny. With our help, you will definitely conquer this world."

"Look, I don't know what you heard from Dr. Swann, but I'm not going to conquer this world. What makes you think I would help you anyway?"

"I have my ways." Jordan said manically. It was right then that something that sounded like a cell phone chirped from Jordan's pocket. He took the phone out and answered it while going into another room at the same time. Clark tried with all his might to use super-hearing, but he was too delirious to focus.

"Mr. Luther," Jordan said to the phone. "Glad you could finally call."

Lex Luthor was on the other side of the conversation in his vast mansion in Smallville. "I just wanted to tell you that I did what you asked me to. I just got the package from Cadmus labs today."

"Good. Thank you so much for your entire help sir, I promise I won't let you down."

"I don't condone cults Jordan, but the simplicity of this task and the promise to boot certainly intrigued me.

"Thank you again for the use of the basement in your fertilizer plant. It is the perfect place for my followers to meet."

"You mean Naman's followers," Lex laughed. "Anyway, Jordan, I still don't see why you wanted to mix two colors of meteor rock together. Melting red rock and black rock to make blood red doesn't seem like too much of a favor. It seems more like a Kindergarten coloring project."

"Believe me Mr. Luthor, you will see for yourself how useful that rock will become. If my theory is correct than this will lead to creating an all-powerful and controllable warrior."

Lex raised his eyebrows. "That's quite a theory, but I assume it has something to do with the so-called plethora of information you have on the caves and the origin of the language in them."

"You are a smart one Mr. Luthor. Here's what I want you to do. You bring me the rock here, and I'll tell you and even show you everything you would like to know about the caves."

"Sounds like a deal to me," Lex said as he hung up the phone and walked to his garage.

Chloe was walking out of the dorms to her car attempting to get the last of her suitcases into her trunk. It was then that her phone chirped. It was a number she had never seen before.

"Hello?" Chloe said sheepishly as she answered.

"Chloe Sullivan?" said a young female voice on the other side.

"Yeah, who is this?"

"I wanted to let you know not to worry about Clark. I am going to help him. Don't attempt to come save him because you can't, unless you want to be hurt. You don't want to be mixed up in these people's world."

"What are you talking about? What happened to Clark?"

Silence.

"Hello? Who are you!"

It was then that the phone hung up and Chloe was left confused. After a few minutes, she heard her phone ring again. She looked to see if it was the number again, but it was the Kents.

"Chloe," Martha Kent said in a concerned voice as soon as she answered. "Is Clark with you?"

"N-no," Chloe stuttered.

"He was supposed to be home a half an hour ago and he hasn't shown up. Do you have any idea where he might be?"

Chloe was silent for a few minutes and then said with urgency, "I'm coming to your house,"

"What!" Martha said. "It's a three-hour drive. Why would you want to do that?"

"Because I think that Clark's in trouble."