Chapter 5
With a flash of light Kal-El had reappeared in a deserted street which he realized immediately from his patrols was Metropolis industrial estate.
Clark checked himself over realizing initially realizing his appearance and attire which was still in his black trench coat and t-shirt with the house of El symbol imbedded in the centre was still there.
Then what has my father done his thoughts pondered.
However his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a smash of glass and approaching footsteps.
He then looked up to see 4 approaching hooded figures approaching with bottles in hand and aggressive postures in tow.
"Just who the hell do you think you are coming onto are land…this is private property" the leader of the group said.
Kal-El recognised the markings on there clothes and realized they were part of the westvale gang, a local group of theirs, drug dealers and a menace to the streets of Metropolis.
"The streets of metropolis are not yours to claim" Kal-El replied standing defiantly.
The gang laughter was there reply as he noticed one of the gang members pick up a lead pipe smacking it against his hand as he spoke in the mist of laughter.
"And who says that, a guy who looks like he seen to many matrix movies?"
Kal-El sighed annoyingly and took a step forward of his own.
"I don't want to hurt you…"
The gangs laughter soon subsided and the 4 thugs took there step forward and replied coldly.
"Well…I can't hold out that promise"
Not a moment past and the leaders fist headed right for Kal-El's face and what happened next shocked the Kryptonian.
The fist impacted his jaw and the first sensation he felt was a shot of pain and then dizziness as he stumbled backwards.
Kal-El shook his head to shake off the cobwebs not quite understanding the implications as another thug went to attack him. He tried to enter superspeed and nothing happened as the attacker hit him hard in the chest sending him falling to his knees feeling the pain of a broken rib.
Then it the realisation hit him like a ton of bricks.
Jor-El had taken away his powers…
The reality of the situation returned as the gang laughed as they were enjoying teaching him a lesson.
"You had enough?" The leader said crouching down and grabbing Kal-El's hair when a rush of anger filled his kryptonian blood before he could control himself.
"Not even started yet" Kal-El then thrusted his fist upwards hitting the leader with a destructive uppercut sending him off his feet and onto the ground hard.
The remaining 3 then combined quickly and attacked but Kal-El with the training of kryptonian combat with or without powers was ready for them.
The first attacker launched a fist which he quickly blocked and returned with his own with accurate precision sending his enemy falling to the ground holding his nose.
The next launched a high kick which Kal-El grabbed his oncoming leg and swung as hard as his un-powered strength would allow him which was still considerably far as the enemy skidded and crashed into a post-box sending mail everywhere.
The last attacker grabbed him from behind and bear hugged him squeezing his injured ribs, Kal-El also noticed the first of the three attackers running at him also.
With quick thinking just as the guy was going to hit him hard again he jumped still in the grapple of the third attacker and thrusted his two feet forward and caught the guy head on instantly seeing stars and falling to the floor unconscious.
Momentarily Kal-El noticed the grip on his ribs weaken as the attacker holding him flinched noticing his fallen comrade and with all of his remaining strength sent 3 deadly elbows into his face breaking the hold and finished off Kal-El hit him hard with a round house kick.
Kal-El held his ribs as he looked over the carnage that had occurred.
He knew he had to make his way back to the Smallville to the caves and figure out why his biological father had done this.
Then he felt a massive shock of pain from his back as he once more stumbled to his knees as he let out a cry of agony as the he held his back trying to turn around.
Then he saw with a lead pipe in hand the leader of the pack with a blood trickling from his nose with deadly glare in his eyes he once more swung the pipe hitting Kal-El directly across the face sending him spiralling face first onto the concrete floor.
"Now you're going to pay your trespassing…with your life" raising the pipe over Kal-El's unconscious body.
But then he heard a sound of something metallic wrapping round a nearby lamppost and not a moment passed he looked behind him and saw a black figure heading straight forward and noticed the entrails of a high heeled boot hitting him directly in the face before he blacked out.
The figure landed on the floor and retracted the rope into the device as they stepped into the light.
For anyone watching for the first time the figure was definitely female, she wore a tight fitting leather suit with a matching black leather cape, but the mask covering her eyes and alluring red lipstick not to mention the curves that were shown nicely in her outfit were the distinctive attributes.
But to people who had witnessed a brief save or to on a couple of days of debuting in the streets of metropolis, Lois Lane had reignited her alter-ego known as Stiletto.
Stiletto retracted her grapple hook and smiled at the contraption.
"Wow who would have thought a birthday present from Ollie would finally come in handy now all I need to get is a stilettorang and I've got a cool ass utility belt"
She then looked around at the unconscious bodies on the floor and then round the surrounding rooftops and was surprised.
"Were the hell is he…I barely got here in time and you are normally hear well in advance." She spoke to herself knowing she just got here to see that creep nearly turn that unconscious guy into road kill.
Stiletto jumped feeling stupid knowing the role of the superhero is to check on the injured. She checked on the gang members and all were out cold she then approached the victim of the brutal assault and feared the worse as he lay face first on the floor and hadn't moved at all as his long trench coat lay over most of his head.
She kneeled down and began turning the guy around and as his face became apparent she felt a sharp intake of breath and fell to her knee's and immediately shouted panicky.
"Clark…CLARK!!" she shouted touching his face feeling tears falling from her face seeing the bruises and cuts from the impact of the pipe which she couldn't understand why but she didn't care as he lay there.
But as if by instinct the contact of her skin on his face he leant into her hand and his eyes slowly opened there eyes locked onto each other as his voice said barely above a whisper.
"L…L…Lois…" and his eyes closed again as he fell unconscious once more.