Chapter Two:

Metropolis University

"You need to act now!"

"I will act, when I find the time is right to do so. This cannot be rushed." Said a finely dressed man, in a tone of voice that was polite, and yet had an edge to it. " Do you really think I am incapable of doing this? I am the most intellectual being on this god forsaken planet, and you and I both know it." The man finished, apparently talking to himself.

At that exact moment the door to the man's office opened and a young man appeared at the door.

"Professor Fine! Good, I haven't missed the deadline..." the student said, waving a folder at the man that was standing looking out of the window.

Milton Fine nodded slightly. "Leave it on the desk, Mr. Owen, and I'll see you in tomorrow's lesson."

The boy did as he was told and left, shutting the door softly behind him.

"We both know that you will not be able to keep all of the others in line."

"Well, as I am not from the House of El, I am going to have to keep as many in control as I can! If he does come back from his five year exile, you still have many loyal followers that will stay. Only five of them are loyal to the House of El, and as I'm sure the boy doesn't know anything about Krypton, they should know they can't be led by him. He just doesn't know our ways!"

There was complete silence, until the voice gave his command.

"You shall proceed forward. Put out the signal."

The Brain InterActive Construct walked to the middle of the room and kneeled, his left kneecap hitting the marble floor with a thud.

"Your Will Is My Command. Any Kryptonian here on earth who doesn't answer the Summons of General Dru-Zod shall perish with the rest of these...humans!" the man said the last word with distain.

Big Ben, London, England

Milton Fine hovered above Big Ben dressed all in black, in the dead of night, so he couldn't be seen. He then proceeded to glide down until he was directly facing the Clock Tower.

Now he was visible, he needed to be quick. Flying next to the different clock hands, he tugged them off without any effort and let them drop to the ground. He then flew backwards, before using his heat vision to imprint a single symbol which took up the whole face of the clock.

Fine stared at his work for a minute, before deciding that his work here was done. Next stop; Paris.

The White House, Washington D.C

The President of the United States of America, Martha Kent was walking down the steps of the White House holding a copy of the Daily Planet, one of the only Newspapers she read, and was staring at the front page. It was safe to say, she was scared, which could be seen by the look on her face.

The tabloids reported that over a single night, most of the world's biggest monuments had been ruined. Big Ben's clock tower had been defaced, the Liberty Bell had been moved to somewhere 'a lot' more public, also defaced and the Coliseum in Rome had been treated like a crop circle; the ground defaced. But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh, no. The worst one found was the Eiffel Tower in Paris. It had been rearranged to look like the one Symbol that linked them all together. The strange thing is, no one knew what the symbol meant.

The thing that scared Martha the most was that the only monumental place that hadn't been target was the White House itself. And that is why the security had doubled.

As she finished walking down the steps, still staring at the front page, she heard a voice coming from in front of her, over the side of the veranda and on the lawns. She looked up, and what she saw made her freeze.

There were sixteen people standing on the lawns of the White House, all evenly placed out and in rows. Fifteen were dressed in black short sleeved shirts and trousers. Seven of these people were women, while the other nine were large men.

At the front, in a long leather coat was none other than Milton Fine, a Professor at Met U.

"Mr. Fine. What can I help you people with?" Martha asked, scared out of her mind but trying to be diplomatic, while wondering how on earth they got onto the grounds.

"Ah, well, Mrs. President. You could do a lot to help us. You see, we" he said, indicating the people behind him, "want the presidency in which you currently have. So, the only way I can see around this problem..."

Milton Fine trailed off as at least twenty armed guards came flooding out off hidden doors near the stairs and made a wall in front of the president, aiming their weapons on him and his companions.

He looked over to his most faithful follower, Ker-Ok, and nodded. The burly black skinned Kryptonian nodded his head in return, and disappeared before reappearing a second later.

The twenty men that were standing stock still, all of a sudden crumbled to the ground, dead.

"As I was saying..." Fine continued, "The best way to solve this problem of ours, is if you have a tragic demise."

He strolled forward at leisurely pace, before pulling out a pistol from his coat. "Well, we need to at least make it look like an accident, although it doesn't really matter much."

Before Martha could say or do anything, Milton Fine lifted the pistol, aimed and shot without any hesitation.

BANG!

At that same moment another noise was made. The noise of the ground crumbling. A figure in a blue body suit had landed on his feet, heavily impacting the earth, forcing cracks in the concrete.

The figure had landed directly in front of the president. The red cape the man was wearing bellowed in the breeze caused by his appearance, flapping hazardously off to his left. His face was angled downwards, staring at the ground on which he had landed.

The bullet which had been fired milliseconds before bounced harmlessly off of a red diamond shape on the man's chest which held a large red S in a yellow background.