Superman
Ultimate Battles
Smallville: The Moments

2 years later...

Clark found himself being pushed up against the outside school wall with his arms folded behind his back being tightly held police style. His attacker had come out of no where which completely threw him off guard. It wasn't like he couldn't defend himself; his father had always preached to him about never raising your fists unless he had too.

Clark's mind began to race; he didn't know what to think or what was going on. The only person who ever gave him problem at school was Tommy Birch, who was considered the school bully. He was tall, and somewhat muscle bound due to the intense farm work his dad makes him do. Him and Clark always had a problem; Clark was smart and shy, always staying in the back, as Tommy Birch was not as smart as the average student was and likes getting attention. Clark would seem to always steal the attention from Birch due to his schoolwork, rather Clark wanted the attention or not.

Clark gripped his fist and his bony forearms flexed allowing him to quickly release himself to face his soon to be opponent. His eyes widen as Tommy came into view, and his facial expression showed he wasn't too happy either.

"What's wrong Tommy?" Clark started to ask, completely forgetting about the hold Tommy had unleashed on him.

"Your FATHER IS A DIRT FARMER!" Tommy screamed out at Clark.

Students around the playground heard Tommy and saw him balding his fist. A quick rush of kids ran towards them screaming the words "fight". They surrounded the two, moved them towards the playground and watched excitedly. Clark eyes locked on Tommy's, un-intimidated by the cold stare he was giving him. He noticed Tommy's arm started to shake some; his eyes began to trace his arm for the source going from his shoulder to his fist.

It was too sudden for Clark to do anything about it! He never saw it in time! The hit was unexpected from the simple fact they did nothing but argue in times like this. The impact of hit was so hard it literally lifted Clark off the ground and forced his back first into the sandbox behind him. He felt a burning sensation in his left eye, but that soon became the last thing on his mind.

Tommy advanced forward and swung his hand back and started rapidly hitting Clark across the face. The blows became louder and louder as Tommy hit him even harder. Clark's anger was now boiling; he couldn't keep the promise he made to his father anymore. It was over! Clark's arms quickly launched forward, his tightly bald fist meet Tommy's chest instantly. The attacker was instantly sent though the air and on to his back.

Clark rolled over begin to push himself up off the ground. He could feel every hit Tommy had given him just a few seconds ago. His face aced, and his muscles tighten, fueling his rage. Tommy and Clark both recovered to their feet and ran towards one another with fists ready to attack.

Clark was already pushing himself to move towards Tommy with all his speed to return Tommy's furry of punches, but Tommy made the first move, his speed gave him little time to react towards Tommy. Tommy's right fist flew heavily towards Clark's face, pushing all his strength into the hit. With just a second to spare, Clark was capable of pushing towards his left, dodging the blow only by an inch. Tommy's mouths quickly widen gasping for air as he felt Clark's tightly balled fist push into his rib cage.

Clark pushed his left leg back and started to lean, his fist came back and instantly snapped forward like a guided missile towards it target. Tommy's eyes widen for he wasn't ready for the attack, still gasping for air. The defensive-less kid, quickly throw his forearms up in an X position. First it was the sound of a heavy thud as his fist collided with Tommy's forearms, then a single loud cracking sound as a bit of blood flew into the air.

The force of the punch sent Tommy to his back again, with both his fists against his mouth. He found himself lost in his thoughts and sharp pains came from everywhere! He was scared, the cracking sound came from him, and he knew it. He started to pull his arms back and notice he had no feeling his right arm! His tightly closed eyes started to open as Clark stood there in shock.

Clark couldn't believe what he had just done; he didn't hold back anything in that punch. He couldn't image it being that powerful. He had watched Tommy literally lift about 6 feet into the air and come back down straight on his back. His arms were still folded, but his right arm looked a bit disfigured.

Clark wiped the blood from his lip as teachers started coming out from everywhere.
Tommy started crying uncontrollably as he noticed his right forearm had been broken in half. Clark stared at Tommy Birch incapable of moving. His eyes intensely scanned Tommy's body, then he look around at the sea of students. His fear started to rise as he seen the faces on the students. They looked at Clark in horror, for he had just displayed unnatural strength for someone of his age. Scared of what they would do or say, Clark quickly turned and pushed his way though the crowed and into the school where he hid.
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"He said you were a DIRT FARMER. I hate Tommy Birch!"

Clark said angrily as he rod in the old faithful red truck, next to his father as he continued to look in the mirror his mom left in the truck. His right eye was badly swollen and black.

"You must, otherwise you wouldn't have BROKEN HIS ARM!" Jonathan snapped back at his son.

"He threw the first punch pa! I told him to stop sayin bad things and he tried to hit me! He's big!" Clark tried to justify his actions in defense.

"And your strong, Clark, very strong for boy your age! We've talked about this!"

Jonathan realized he was yelling at the boy and started to calm down. Since the day him and Martha saw Clark lift their tractor, Jonathan had tried to teach Clark that he needs to control his strength and anger before something horrible happens.

"You want me to be a LOSER and a whimp!"

"No, Son I don't. I want you to use your head instead of your fists."

"A man stands up for himself!"

"Know all about bein' a man, huh? Does a man hurt people weaker than..."

Jonathan quickly stopped in mid sentence and slammed the brakes on the old truck as a girl scattered into the middle of the road. The truck stopped only inches from her face, as she sat there on all fours with her mouth wide open. She could feel the heat from the truck and her body shook with fear and sweat ran heavily down her face.

Jonathan and Clark jumped out the trunk and helped the girl up. As soon as she realized what was going on, she pulled Jonathan and tugged him towards the fields on the left of them.

"PLEASE HELP ME MISTER KENT! My fathers is in trouble!" She screamed as she pulled him.

It didn't take long before they saw a man lying in the weeds with his legs caught under a giant tractor tire as it tried to advance forward. On the back were large powerful thresher blade farmers commonly used to plow the dirt. The screams of the man got louder as the sound of the tractor got louder, crushing his legs. It wasn't hard to tell that if something wasn't done soon, the man stuck under the tractors tire would soon be separated from his lower body.

The horrible sight sent Jonathan to the man's aid quickly. It was less then a minute before Jonathan got to the man, his adrenaline was now rushed as he ran possible scenario's though his head on how to make all this go away.

"LORD HELP ME! I'M STUCK!" he screamed out as he pushed against the tire of the tractor.

The pain was become more and more unbearable as he continued to struggle. Fear was running though his head and the thought of death slowly crept it's way into his line of thoughts. He screamed again, even louder as he felt the tire snapping his leg bones into several pieces. It was then that Jonathan appeared to the side of the man and started pushing against the slowly moving tire.

"Just hold on Baker! I'm going to get you out of this!" Jonathan screamed back to try and give him some type of reassurance.

"I can't budge her! I'm going to try and reach underneath for the kill switch!" He screamed again as he continued to push, looking around franticly. Baker grabbed onto Jonathan's green coat tightly.

"HURRY KENT! THE THRESHER BLADE! PLEASE!" He screamed in fear as the blades got closer.

"You'll have to let go and DON'T MOVE!" Jonathan snapped back as he pushed Bakers hand off.

Then quickly he jumped ontop of the tractor as a bull rider would to tame a bull. His hands swiftly moved toward the ignition grabbing on to the key, but as he turned it, it fought back not willing to move. Jonathan's eyes squinted as he struggled with the key, constantly trying to turn it. Finally the key turned as he forced it one more time, but that instant the sound of tearing flash could be heard under the tractor.

"Oh God!" Jonathan muttered as he slide to the side of the tractor, not wanting to know rather the man was still alive or not.

"You ok Baker?"

A moment of silence passed and Jonathan felt his heart drop. Slowly he looked over at the man, who was now lying in the grass and a small trial of blood could be seen slowly flowing. Jonathan's eyes grew in horror as he continued to stare.

Baker started to cough as his eyes slowly opened.

"..Thank you Kent.."