Superman
Ultimate Battles
Smallville: The Sight Part II

Tim ran at Clark, with the pipe ready to strike. A second passed and the two meet. Clark's eyes watched the pipe carefully as he struck Tim across his jaw with a jab. The attacker found himself crashing into the ground as if he was hit with metal block.

"Tim!" Paul screamed out.

Quickly he ran to his aid, then looked at Clark and picked up the pipe. He was now double armed, swinging the bat and the pipe simultaneously within their respected hands.

Clark took a few steps back as his eyes widen. Paul took this chance and ran at the boy, then once getting in range he spun graceful as if he was dancing to force the bat then the pipe against his opponent skull, one after the other. Clark fell back, just missing the blows by an inch. At that same second though, he forced his foot out hitting Paul's ankle and forcing him to ground.

Paul fell on top of Clark dropping his weapons. Using his hands he quickly pushed the bully into the air. Then getting into his feet, Paul came down from the side-wall landing in a trash bin. As he rose up and tossed an old banana peel off, the top of trash can fell over knocking the boy unconscious.

Clark ran over to the black kid and pulled him towards the metal fence at the end of the ally. Then sat him up and shook him some.

"Hey! Hey! Are you ok?"

Slowly his eyes opened as he looked up and saw Clark. The kid's eyes were closed for most of the fight, so he never had the chance to see any of Clark's strength. He did hear trash can top fall however, and figured the fight was over.

"..Ye..ah…."

"We need to get you to a hospital!"

"No….I'll be fine...just a few scratches.."

Slowly the boy started to stand up. Blood was still slowly running from his mouth and a few cuts on his arm. However, he would be fine and moving about shortly after some rest.

"My name is…John Henry Irons, thanks for the help."

"No problem" Clark quickly replied as he grabbed onto John's arm and placed it around his neck for extra support.

"My name is Clark Joseph Kent!"

John started walking outwards towards the street with Clark's help.

"Where do you live John?"

"Just down street, it's a small apartment for the moment. We've just moved in to town…Hopefully we'll be able to move some where better soon."

"I'll help you get home, but why was those kids attacking you?"

"Their the neighborhood bullies I guess you can say. They usually jump people on the street and take what ever they have. I'm glade you showed up in time! Do you live near?"

"Uh? I don't even know where I am!"

John looked over at Clark with an eyebrow raised.

"How the hell did your find yourself here in Suicide Slum and not know where you are?"

"Suicide Slum?…wait? Are we in Metropolis?" Clark asked as his eyes widen and voice went high pitched.

"Yes of course!"

"I…don't know how I got here!"

Clark and John made it down the street and stopped at a front stair-way to a building. There they sat to rest for a moment.

"I think I can walk on my own now, at least till I get home. Hey! You Hungry? You can eat at my place! I'm staying with uncle and he got Chinese food earlier! Then maybe we can help you get back home!"

Clark looked up at the sky as he felt somewhat frighten. He's never been so far from his home or away from his family.

"Yeah..that sounds good!" Clark replied slowly as he stood up and held his hand out towards John.

John grabbed his hand and stood up slowly. His legs ached as he could feel every muscle within his body strain. His ribs hurt the most though, one even felt as if it could be lose.

"Follow me! My apartment isn't that much further!"

Clark agreed and followed John to his apartment. Once arriving, they was greeted by his uncle, who immediately took concern in John's health. He cleaned him up and made him rest on the small purplish living room couch.

The three ate dinner and discussed the fight, then tried to put the pieces together on how Clark arrived in Suicide Slum.

"I wont believe it, you no order then ten ran from Smallville, Kansas to Suicide Slum, Metropolis! I may be old, but not a fool!" John's uncle spat.

Clark looked down at the remains of his food. It was obvious neither one of them believed him, yet how could they? Clark showed no signs of superpowers or any of the normal stereotypes that went along with it. It just wasn't normal, but no one could over look the fact that it might just be true. You had the Justice Society, Green Latern, the Flash Family and a few other characters running around.

"Do…do you have a phone I can use?" Clark asked.

"Sorry, not yet. The only thing we have running at the moment is water and electric. Everything else hasn't been cut on yet. There is a pay phone just outside, maybe a block away?"

Clark nodded and stood up.

"I'll be back then, I'm going to call home!"Clark walked out the apartment room and down the long descending stairs towards outside. As he took each step, he couldn't help but to hear each creek with every step he took. The boards sounded real lose and felt weak. If he were a couple hundred more pounds, he'd probably fall straight though the stairs. The walls were Grey with patches of green hanging off the wall. He could only imagine how old the building was and how much care they put into it.

These thoughts quickly passed however. Clark's concern was on getting home, but the question still remained how. He couldn't run home for two reasons. His super-speed wasn't there and he didn't know the way. Although he didn't have to worry about his parent's not believing him about the run though; they watched him run off! But as he was worried, they we're probably even more worried. Nightfall was soon to come and not a word from their son.

The worries went even further, Jonathan and Martha still hadn't told Clark of what was to be believed as his Alien Heritage. Which of course left Clark naïve of the dangers that would come his way if his secret were to be told. The last thing they wanted to see was Clark on the national T.V. being studied as an animal and treated like some monster. It would literally kill them to watch their only son be treated in such ways.

Clark made it up the payphone and inserted two quarters John's uncle gave him. Then dialed his house number. The second ring was quickly answered by Martha Kent.

"HELLO!" She spat franticly.

"MOM! It's me Clark!"

"CLARK!" She screamed back, allowing her Husband to hear.