Chapter 5: Descension

"Clark…" The angel's voice floated like a rose pedal to my ears.

"A… Alicia?" Tears began to well up in my eyes.

"Yes, Clark… I still love you…" The tears broke loose, the blood staining my face and clothes. She looked at me curiously. "Why are you crying, Clark?" Her voice was just as beautiful now, as it was when she was alive, although every time she said Clark it stabbed another knife in my heart.

"Alicia… I love you… but I must be honest with you… I'm not Clark… my name is Kal-El…" She tilted her head to the side slightly and stared at me. "But… you like Clark, you sound like Clark… but you do not dress like Clark. No not at all." She gazed at me again, and then her eyes narrowed. "It was you!" She pointed her finger at me, and my heart stopped, and the blood from my eyes came down faster and faster. "You're the one who ruined everything with Clark! Because of you, I'm dead and will never see Clark again…" A single tear fell from her eye, and she turned away and floated back up.

I raised my hand to try and stop her, but she was too far away. "Alicia… wait…" She kept going; my heart slowly sank deeper and deeper into my stomach, until it was gone. "ALICIA!" I began to cry uncontrollably, when I heard someone call Clark's name.

I looked around trying to discern the source, but everything was dark. My life became darkness, my heart was black, and blood ran freely from my eyes. What have I turned into?

"Clark?" I heard the voice again, it was female. "Clark, are you alright?"

My eyes began to open, but before they did one last saying rang through my head, "It's your fault…" My eyes popped open, and I looked around, I saw a woman's head, but her face was shadowed by the sun that was behind her, she looked like an angel.

"Alicia…?" She shook her head. "No Clark, it's me… Lois." My eyes widened, then narrowed.

"Don't call me Clark…" I stood up and looked one last time at Alicia's grave, before walking off.

"Clark! Where are you going?" I heard her footsteps running after me.

I spun around angrily, and ripped my hood down. "I AM NOT CLARK!" My voice roared and echoed through the area around. She looked at me stunned, then brought her hand to my face. "You're… bleeding…" She looked closer and her eyes widened in horror. "It's coming from your eyes…"

I spun about again and headed off. It was time to be alone and think, time to create my own Fortress of Solitude, although I hated the name. I walked around the town, not caring if anyone saw me, and not in the mood to use my abilities… that one line kept echoing through my head… "It's your fault…" I shut my eyes tightly and screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" My voice echoed off the buildings, and everyone turned and looked at me. I turned to regard them all, and mumbled. "Stop staring at me…" When they continued, I decided to put some effort behind it. "STOP STARING AT ME!" My voice my coarse and full of sadness and hate.

Everyone looked scared and turned away, all except for one. I turned my head slowly to gaze at him, a wave of fear washed over him; I could see it in his face. It was Jason Teague. My eyes narrowed and I slowly walked over to him, when I reached him, I pulled my hood down to show him my face.

"What are you looking at?" I questioned him, but he said nothing. "ANSWER ME!" He jumped when I screamed.

"Wha… What happened to you?" I looked at him, and closed my eyes.

"Grief, pain, sorrow, hatred, anger, terror, horror… death..." He looked at me like I was crazy, and I'm pretty sure I was. I turned slowly and began to walk off.

"Wait… have you seen Lana?" A smile crossed my face at the question. I looked over my shoulder. "Yeah…" Then continued on.

"Well, where is she!" I stopped, and without looking back said, "Check the bottom of Shuster's Gorge, I'm sure she hasn't moved." I grinned and pulled my hood back up and walked away. I could see the look on his face without even looking at him. I heard him turn and run, the grin never left my face.

"If I can't be happy… no one will…" I grinned even larger, and kept walking. As I walked everyone got out of the way, well most people those who didn't soon learned they should've. Most got thrown through windows, others got punched out of the way, but one particularly unlucky person, got it much worse than anyone else. He happened to have been watching when I through someone through a store window, and he ran in front of me and tried to stop me. In one quick motion I grabbed him by the throat, and squeezed with all my might, snapping his neck and collapsing his wind pipe. He didn't die right away, but I took pleasure in the fact that he would be squirming for a few moments before dying of suffocation.

I found a perfect place to live, it was dark and abandoned. I walked inside, and smiled, this is where I would plan my revenge on the world, and then finally on myself.