PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I’ve barely had time to be aware of what’s going on here, and already I have people who want me dead. I’ve hurt nobody in this city, not one person, not a demon, not a vampire, not anything. And that doesn’t matter, because I know you’re still going to come after me. One of you, or a bunch of you, will attack me first and then I’ll be to blame when I hurt somebody while trying to defend myself. You’re going to poke and prod until you wake the beast up. You’ll be the reason for it coming back out but you’ll point fingers at me anyway.

Clark, you should know better. This is stupid. You’re going to get people hurt. Why can’t you stop while you still can? I’ve been able to control myself so far, and you’re going to step in and ruin it. Please don't. I didn't want to be this. I just

( Doomsday.. definitely not a creature defined by rainbows, hugs, and puppies )

I woke up in a morgue. In Los Angeles. Why?