Superman
Ultimate Battles
Smallville: The Sight Part I

It was almost dinnertime and Clark was no where in sight. Something that was very unusual for the young boy, especially when Martha cooked everything from scratch! The sweet smell of rolls with honey, baked chicken and greens with other fine dishes and desserts filled the air all around the house. The smell itself could leave anyone's mouth watering and without failure always brought her two boys to the table.

Martha on the other hand was concerned. The only one to appear was Jonathan, her loving husband. Her son however, should have appeared the moment he heard the oven cut on. Since his super hearing kicked in, Clark was able to be in places as things happen. Or at least a few minutes afterwards, not like he had super-speed hu?

Martha sent Jonathan to look for him and to their surprise he wasn't far. Clark was standing just a few inches from the front porch, staring out at the sun. His father came up and saw his lifeless body and instantly noticed his son was in heavy thought and fixated. He was ten now and usually open with his parents, but this time was different. Jonathan wasn't sure what to say or to do; it felt weird just looking at his son. Usually he and Martha knew everything that was going on in Clark's mind, but this time was different.

Clark wasn't a person of to many questions, yet he did wonder sometimes. Usually he would speak to his parents about everything, but lately since his hearing starting picking up he hadn't talked to them much. This was the first time for them noticing something was wrong, thus making this a very weird situation.

Martha came up behind and Jonathan and immediately locked her eyes on Clark.

"Clark? Is everything ok?" She called out somewhat worried.

Jonathan and Martha walked up to Clark and placed their hands on his shoulders. Then tracing his eyes, they followed it towards the sky. It was like Clark was in some kind of trance; his eyes were locked on the sun. As if the sun was calling to him, but it wasn't. The sun just happened to be what caught his eye, for it was having certain effects. Clark had been hearing voices since his super-hearing kicked in. Of course he hadn't perfected it for his own uses yet nor learned to focus enough to tell where most sounds were coming from. But it was obvious now that what ever was calling to him was telling him to look upwards.

The voice was familiar but he couldn't figure it out on who it was. It was a deep heavy male voice, but soothing and calming at the same time. If it weren't for him having a father already, he would have sworn it was his birth father. The voice wasn't what kept him there though! His body was feeling different, like it was being charged. Then soon he'd go into a hyper like form release all that energy he's small undeveloped body was collecting.

Clark looked back at his mom and dad and then back towards the sun. Silence passed and then Clark took a few steps forward. Then he started sprinting outwards towards the fields. He felt as if he had no control over his legs or in the direction he was going. He closed his eyes for a minute and felt the wind bashing against his skin. When he opened them again, things began to blur! Instead of getting scared however, Clark was enjoying the feeling.

He felt free and unbound by any limitations. His feet were moving so fast, that it felt like running on clouds. At anytime he pleased he could speed up even more and more and everything around him would merge as one. He was passing trees and lakes then highways in mer seconds. There was no telling how far he had went or what places he had passed. Although he did have an accurate feeling of his surroundings, his natural senses were more then enough to keep him out of harms way.

Minutes passed and finally the kid who was running faster then speeding bullet found himself within Metropolis. But not just any certain location within the huge metropolin city, Clark was in one of the worst locations known though-out the city. Suicide Slum, a place not even a fully loaded S.W.A.T team would step foot in. It was full of homeless people, low class moneymakers and of course many rivaling gangs. However no one from the outside knew that many of the abandoned buildings here were apart of the underground headquarters to Intergang!

Clark looked around from left to right, unsure where he was. He had never left Smallville, and this was of course his first visit to Metropolis.

"ARRRGG!"

Someone yelled out just a few blocks ahead. Clark looked around unsure where the sound came from. Immediately his attention was drawn towards an alley. He could hear someone tripping over trashcans, a metal pipe hitting a wall, then a metal linked fence.

He was unsure what to do, but it sounded like someone needed help. Clark started running towards the alley, however his super speed didn't kick in for some reason. Dark storm clouds were now in the air, and the sun was completely blocked. He had no idea it was the sun allowing him to use his powers, yet he wasn't to worry about it either.

Making his way to the alley he spotted three kids around his age, maybe one or two years older. It wasn't to clear; however he knew one of them needed help. A black kid, maybe an inch shorter then Clark and bald, was in a struggle with two other kids. One of them had a metal pipe as Clark had suspected and the other with a bat. They both were about medium build, orange hair and whore blue jeans and white short-sleeve shirts.

Clark stared at the piped and then the bat. He wasn't sure what to do. He hesitated; could he really do anything to help this kid? The last thing he wanted to do was get killed trying to be hero, protecting someone he didn't even know. Besides only thing Clark was sure of was his strength, but with doubts. His strength was usually there, but with his speed coming and going he couldn't help but to doubt the use of this strength.

"AAGGGHHH!"

The bald kid fell over to the floor and blood rushed from his mouth. The two other kids were on opposite sides of him, constantly kicking at his ribcage. Their faces were covered with a smirk, as laughter and amusement filled the air!

Clark stared into the black kid's eyes. He could feel his pain and anguish at that very moment. For as far as he knew, this kid had done nothing and was being brutally attacked for sport. The thoughts he had before quickly left, and his mind was now swimming in anger. How could two kids sit there and pick on this boy? It wasn't right and he always felt bad for people like that, after all he use to be a victim of bullies not to long ago till that fight with Tommy Birch.

Clark gripped his fist and started running at the two. His face showed only one expression…anger! The other two boys, who were now aware of his presence, stared at him.

"Get off that kid!" Clark yelled.

The two boys looked at each other and smirked.

"I got this one Paul!" The boy with the pipe spoke.

"Alright Tim!" the other one responded.