Jason watched Lana go up the stairs, to her room, then he turned back to The Metropolis Shark's game. The Sharks were winning by two touchdowns and he had bet on it. You could be damn sure he was gonna be watching this. Suddenly, the door flew in to the room and it crushed the T.V., crushing it easily. Jason fell back, terrified. Lana screamed from upstairs. She was in the shower so she listened carefully, wrapping a towel around herself.

Jason rolled off the fallen sofa in to crouch. He turned around to look. The man who had been in the Talon earlier strode in to the private quarters. Jason stood up threateningly. He had atleast three inches on this guy. If he wanted a confrontation, he could be damn sure he was gonna get one.

"Who tha hell are you?" Jason yelled.

The man appeared in front of him.

"What tha-?" Jason didn't have time to finish. The man grabbed him by his shirt tail and threw him up 8 ft. in to the air. Jason landed on the ground, groaning. He rolled around, clutching his ribs. Lana stumbled down the stairs. Phillip looked up smiling.

"Hello, Ms. Lang." Phillip started towards her. Lana ran up the stairs. Jason grabbed Phillip's ankles. Phillip sneered down. He easily picked him up and nailed him in the chest, sending him flying back in to the fridge. It broke open and the contents spilt out all over him. His back was bleeding heavily and his body was numb with pain.

Phillip appeared in front of him. He grabbed the kid by the collar and zoomed up the stairs. He saw Lana frantically dialing 911. "You talk," He said threateningly, "I'll kill him," He said pointing at the open window. Lana dropped the receiver. She backed up, terrified.

"I lied," Phillip smiled. And with that, he hurled Jason out of the window. Lana screamed.

Clark was driving the truck past the Talon. Bart noticed Clark staring longingly at it.

"The Lana girl?" He asked.

"Yeah," Clark admitted.

"You have to get over her sometime- ''

"I don't wanna talk about it."
Bart shrank back, a little hurt, but understanding. "Whatever's good for you dude."

Clark nodded, "I appreciate that."

At that moment, Bart looked back at the Talon.

"Clark!" Bart yelled, pointing at it

In an instant, Clark had braked, inadvertently slamming his foot through the floor, and he had zipped out of the car. He had seen Jason falling too. Bart saw none of this. He just stared at the hole in the floor and said, "Whoa!"

Jason fell towards the ground at a startling speed, very unconscious. Clark quickly super sped under him. He caught Jason inches from the ground and laid him on the sidewalk. Jason was unconscious. Clark saw that Jason's jacket was wet with blood. Clark tore off the jacket and tossed it aside. The shirt underneath was torn and soaked with blood. Clark tore his own jacket off his back and wrapped it around Jason's wounded back, hoping to help stuanch the blood. It wasn't much, but it was all he could do.

Clark then stood up wearily and focused his vision on the Talon.

Clark's X-Ray vision allowed him to scan through the walls of the Talon building and in to the interior. He scanned the bottom floor and determined that no one was there. There was damage to the inside of the building and this got him a little worried. Then he looked up. He scanned through the whole top floor, revealing nothing until he reached Lana's room. It appeared that one skeleton was heading towards a smaller one, obviously Lana. It was from the same room Jason had just been thrown out of. Clark focused and the scan now changed in to the fragments of the skin, revealing it was the man he had battled earlier.

Clark instantly ran through the door of the Talon and it flew open. He zipped through, unhurt. He super sped towards the private quarters up stairs. The man was standing over Lana. She was unconscious, though she had obviously fainted from shock rather than physically pain. Clark knew this, but it still unleashed great rage in him. He zipped at Phillip. Phillip ducked the blow at super speed. He struck Clark and he flew across the room and through a wall. Clark sprang up. He rushed at Phillip and tackled him to the ground. Phillip tossed Clark off him and zipped towards the teen. Clark kicked him away and hastily stood up, then dove at him. Phillip easily dodged the blow and smashed Clark in the chest, sending him to the ground.

"You just never quit, do you farm boy."

"Not when it comes to my family, I don't."
Clark kicked him and Phillip flew back and down the stairs, landing with a thud on the ground. Clark appeared in front of him. Clark super sped, trying to hit Phillip frantically. Phillip was too fast. He easily ducked the blows then He head butted Clark. He grabbed him by the collar and threw him upstairs. Clark smashed through the ceiling and too the top floor. Phillip was there before he hit the ground.

Clark hastily stood up and brushed dirt off himself.

"Stand down, farm boy." Phillip snapped gritting his teeth.

Clark zipped towards him and swung. Phillip grabbed the teen around the arm and swung him around him once, sending him through another wall. Clark bounced off the ground and rolled over. Phillip zipped up to him. Clark appeared behind him and grabbed him around the waist, flinging him across the room. Phillip bounced in to a cupboard, crushing it. He quickly stood up and zipped towards Clark, swinging. Clark managed to duck and he hammered Phillip in the face, sending him stumbling back.

"You're not going to win!" Phillip shouted, his nose bleeding.

"Try me." Clark said coolly.

Phillip roared and dove at the boy. He was too quick and he sent them both hurtling through a door way, crashing in to the room. They each stood up quickly, desperately fighting not to lose this battle. Clark dove at Phillip and caught him with a right hook. Phillip stumbled back but quickly reared back and smashed Clark in the gut. Clark was thrown backwards. He bounced off a nearby table and hit the ground with a heavy thud. In a split second, he was up and right in front of Phillip. He swung desperately but the older man was too strong. He easily blocked the blows and hammered Clark in the face again. Clark stumbled back and now it was his turn to block the blows. After he had successfully done so, he smashed Phillip in the face then kicked him in the leg. Phillip fell to his knees and Clark hammered him in the face again. Phillip cried out in pain, holding the side of his head.

"You're making me angry." He said coolly.

"Do something about it." Clark said.

Phillip dove at him and caught him with a quick hook. Clark stumbled back, surprised by the force and speed of the blow. Phillip again swung and hit Clark in the stomach, making the teen fly back and hit the ground.

Phillip grabbed Clark and swung at him. Clark ducked and upper cutted him. Phillip flew through the ceiling and landed with a thud back on the ground. He stood up and zipped after Clark. He speared him and they crashed through a wall, Phillip hitting Clark ineffectually. Clark threw Phillip off him and Phillip crashed through the walls in the bathroom Lana had been in earlier. He smashed against the tub and bounced off, his head falling on the hard ground. Clark zipped up to him and hammered him in the face. Phillips's head crashed back through the brick walls, but he managed to regain his balance, unhurt. He quickly zipped at Clark, aiming for a low shot in to his groin. Clark dodged the blow and grabbed Phillip around the head, securing him in a headlock. He swung the man around, then hurled him in to a nearby room. Phillip flew in to the room, smashing through the closet.

He hastily stood up. "Gained a sudden flair, haven't we?" He mocked Clark.

"You made the biggest mistake coming after her." He said.

"What are you going to do?"

"Make you wish you hadn't."

Phillip zipped at Clark again. Clark barely managed to dodge the blow, but Phillip lifted him over his head and slammed him to the ground. Clark kicked out and tripped Phillip, then hastily jumped to his feet. Phillip swung at him, smashing him in the face and sending him flying back.

"You're no match for me." Phillip said, smiling.

"I'll just wipe that smile off your face." He said.

"Go ahead, try me." Phillip smiled evilly.

"Leave my family out of this!" Clark shouted.

"Make me." Phillip snapped, grabbing Clark. He flung the young boy across the room. Clark flew back through the air. He fell in a heap on the floor.

"I'm tired of this." Clark hollered and jumped at Phillip, hammering him in the chest. Phillip stumbled back and Clark shoved him, sending him flying back. Clark zipped at him, held him up, and head butted him in the stomach, then slammed him to the ground again.

Phillip bounced off the ground painfully and jumped to his feet.

"You can't get rid of me that easily." He roared.

"Watch me!" Clark said, kicking him in the stomach. Phillip bent over in pain and Clark easily tossed him backwards, then zipped up to him and hammered him in the jaw. Phillip roared in pain and managed to stand up.

"I'm impressed," Phillip said, looking up at Clark.

"I don't care."

"I know that."

"Good."
"You're a worthy opponent."

"You're not. You're a- ''

Before Clark could finish, Phillip had caught him around the waist and thrown him against a rail. The rail easily cracked and Clark flew off, down from the top floor and to the ground below. He stood up, his clothes torn and chalky. Phillip appeared beside him. He swung. Clark ducked. Phillip was thrown off balance and his fist smashed against a pillar. The pillar started the fall and the foundations of the roof started to crumble. Phillip got an idea. He super sped up to another pillar and hit it with all his strenght. It snapped in half.

"Say goodbye to your little girlfriend!" He shouted.

With that, he sped out of the house. Clark's Super speed, fueled by Lana's fate, accelerated so greatly, even he was shocked. Clark sped and took a giant leap. He easily landed on the top floor. He sped in to the Lana's room just as the pillar was falling. A little embarrassed, he noted she was only wearing a towel. But now was not the time. He grabbed her just as the pillars were breaking. She was over his shoulders as Clark steadied the two pillars with both hands. The whole Talon shook. The pillars were broken. There was no point for them anymore Clark let them drop as the whole roof came crashing down. The whole top floor collapsed and the house's foundations were torn off. Clark fell to the ground. He landed as the debris came rushing down towards him. He held up his hands. Clark caught the roof in both hands, over his shoulders. Only a little bit of debris had landed over Lana and she was unhurt. The Talon, though, was nonexistent. Clark easily tossed the giant roof aside and it landed on the road, blocking all things. All he could think about right now was Lana. Clark was about to take her to a hospital, but something stopped him. He senses approaching footsteps. Clark laid Lana down and zipped out of the debris.

A few seconds later, a crowd of passers and policemen arrived. They were all shocked to find Lana and Jason. They stood, terrified and scared, wondering what could have caused such destruction. Only one of them knew, and he was smiling to himself as he saw the unhurt Lana being loaded in to an ambulance. Bart shook his head and made his way out of the crowd.

Clark watched from afar, in a deserted alleyway. He sighed happily as he saw Lana and Jason being taken away. He sensed something. He turned around. Phillip stood there smoking a cigar.

"You son of a-'' Clark started.

"No, no," Phillip said, wagging his fingers. "Must we really use such language? I'm sure your mom would be disappointed."

And he sped away. Clark zipped after him. The two speedsters raced down the street, Phillip easily gaining distance. But something ticked in Clark's heart. He was going faster than he had ever gone before. Without his knowledge, he was accessing a part of him that he thought had died. Clark Kent was flying. Neither the 'cop', nor the 'robber' knew this was happening. Phillip didn't look back. Clark wasn't paying attention. He zoomed after the man who had almost killed his girlfriend. Clark slowly gained distance. Atlast, he reached out and grabbed Phillip by his shoulders. He spun the man around.

"You know," Phillip snarled tauntingly, "Whatever you do to me, your family's going to pay for it. Every last one of those pieces of shit. You can bet your ass."
Clark lost it. He reared back and smashed Phillip in the chest. An amazing thing happened. Phillip had taken countless drugs to make himself invunerable. Few times had this not happened. But nothing had prepared him for the wrath of Clark Kent's strenght. Clark's fist smashed in to the iron ribs, breaking them easily. Phillip flew back. The ribs easily separated. They tore through his flesh and flew at his heart. They entered in to him and shattered it, breaking it apart easily. Technically, he was dead. By the time he landed on the ground, Clark was gone. Phillip had a dying breath left. He dug his shaking, bleeding hands in to his pockets and pulled out a dial. With his dying breath, he shoved it in to his neck. The liquid pulsed through his skin. His bones were instantly rebuilt, his heart intact. The blood began to pump. Exactly 13 seconds later, Phillip stood up, flexing his muscles. He smiled down at the empty vial. He left the alley. There was work to be done.

THE MAN watched the boy. He dug in to his pocket and pulled out the picture he had been studying for the past several months. He smiled and slipped it in to his pocket. The man slipped out his revolver. He put a silencer on it and cocked it. He could always say it had been an accident, the boy had tried to attack him. Then, Kristena wouldn't care. The man knew that he would be funded well by Mr. Luthor. And with that, The man was after Bart. Seth Hanison headed after Bart Allen, The blonde boy that had ruined his father's life.

He was going to have his revenge. For all the pain Bart had cuased him and his whole family, oh, yes. Revenge was sweet.