Clark Kent (boy_scout) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-01 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent, general zod, lilith sahl |
Who: Clark Kent, General Zod, Lilith Sahl [open]
Where: Above the city (Lazarus Pits, eventually)
When: Thursday night (backdated)
What: Fight
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
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Clark was soaring around the city, trying to clear his head. He had some unpleasant dreams lately.. mostly to do with the dead he had found that day he and the other heroes had reacted to one of Joker's explosions. He'd not told anyone his thoughts on that, keeping it to himself as usual. Though he planned to share that with Raya at some point. Probably Bart, too. He was flying around the city, zooming between buildings occasionally.
As he turned the corner of one skyscraper, he stopped in midair as he saw a familiar figure. It was a bearded man in a black outfit. It was unlike any outfit he had seen, at least in this decade.
The man smiled cruelly. "Well, well! I meet the son of my jailer once again.. though you are a bit younger than the fol I remember. No matter, you will do just fine. I do know one thing for certain: you will kneel before Zod!!"
Clark stared at him, though his eyes glanced to the side as though contemplating an escape route. He knew it was a bad idea to look away or do anything but face him directly and head-on. Anything less would be seen as weakness to this particular general. "I will never kneel to you." He did the last time, but that was different. His crystal would not work this time, as Zod was physical.
Zod stared, not moving from his hovering position. Though his facial expressions were anything but amused. "Excuse me, Kal-El. But it seems that I had not heard you right. It almost sounded as though you did not hear me. I told you to kneel. A command, not a request."
"Oh no," Clark said quickly, else he would falter, "you heard me right. Did they have hearing aids on Krypton? Or in the Zone? Maybe you should look into that. But maybe if I spoke clearer? Okay. I will never kneel before you. My father didn't and Superman won't.. if my future, alternate self won't do it, neither will I. Not even your own son would kneel."
Zod's eyes narrowed. Oh yes, he believed most of that. But it was the mention of his biological son that set him on edge. This fool dared to bring up such a sore issue. Lor-Zod, or Chris as that whelp called himself, could just be so stubborn. He had tried many times to get the boy to accept his ways, to join him. "You know nothing, little man.."
Clark replied, "I think I do. See, I spent time with him. I think we both know you never cared for him as a real father should. I doubt you even loved him.. or maybe you did, somehow in that very warped mind of yours. He was just a tool for you, a weapon, something to use in your twisted goals of conquest and destruction. And when he refused.. repeatedly.. your first impulse was to hurt him with violence."
Zod had to admit that was true. Of course his son was a weapon. But wasn't that what they all were.. an extension of their fathers. "I simply wanted him to follow in my footsteps. To follow my ways, to join my side. To.. be like his father. Is that not what every father wants, Kal-El? I believe that even your father wanted similar things for you, to be-"
"Leave my father out of this!" Clark yelled at the evil general, as that was personal. Jor-El's plans were none of his enemy's business. "Besides.. your son, the one that I will come to adopt later? He's not here anymore. You will never hurt him. You'll never see him, either. But tell me, did you like my gift? You know, those two movies. With you in them. I like that part where you shook hands."
Zod's face tensed, remembering that holiday. Those damn first two Superman movies. Made him seem like a buffoon, though he did like the destruction. He had destroyed the TV set when he saw the end though. And now he was seeing red. He lunged at Clark in a blur, striking him in the jaw with his fist. "Bastard!"
Clark was caught by surprise, though he was sort of expecting an attack, as he flew back five feet, through the window of one of the skyscrapers, glass shattering from his weight. It was good that this floor was empty. "Okay," he mumbled to himself, "I guess it's on now." He pushed off with his feet, becoming a blur of blue and red, holding out both fists.
"Oooofff!!" Zod saw the younger man coming at him like a torpedo, coming faster and faster. Since he'd not anticipated that particular move, he was also surprised by the force behind it. He was sent flying against a lamp post, breaking the metal off where he had hit it. "Very good, but I am still your superior. In power, age, and experience. In fact I think-- you fool, where are you going?!"
Clark was already soaring downward after the broken piece of metal. He saw it picking up speed, so he did as well.He had managed to grab onto the rod before it could get into the traffic below, now holding it in both hands as he went back up.
Zod laughed. "Still caring for the weak. That makes you weak as well. I see you have that in common with your father and costumed counterpart. What do you hope to do with that now? Weld it back with heat vision? How will you do so, while I attack you?"
"Oh, I'll get to that," Clark said, holding it in both hands. "Too bad you didn't grow up here. Or you'd know I was about to engage in a human sport called baseball. Batter up!" And then he swung it as hard as he could at the general's midsection, sending him off for several feet.
"Impudent whelp, you will pay dearly for your insolence!!" Zod was coming back, and he was pissed off now. No more games. It was serious business now. He rushed back for Clark, ducking a swing and grabbing his arm and tossing him toward another building.
Clark thought he should have been better prepared for this. But he also though villains could have come up with better dialogue than what Zod was spouting. He found himself flying back through another window. There were a few screams of surprise from the visible employees.
Zod was flying toward him in a torpedo move, sending him farther, and knocked out the other end of the building. By this time, Clark had lost his weapon.. but the general wasn't giving up. He grabbed the boy's ankle and vaulted the body of his shoulder.
Clark found himself falling downward from the throw, hurtling toward the pavement below. He saw a vacant car in a parking lot, then when he looked back up, Zod was coming down, feet first! "Oh, this isn't good.."
Zod's dark boots came on top of Clark, pushing faster, and both stopped suddenly, the car crunching like a pancake under their weight and impact. "Fool!" He crouched over him, delivering a punch. "Did you think you could stop your betters? Your superior?!" Another punch, followed by yet another.
Clark was not enjoying this at all, the older man having actually drawn blood from the heavy blows. He attempted to strike back, but it was not very effective. Perhaps to him being more of a rescuer than a fighter. He felt the man's hands then tightening around his throat.
Zod had a cruel smile then. "I wonder, I have a theory. If I killed you.. would the other, would Superman, cease to exist? I shall endeavor to find out. Give your father my regards. Know that after you, I will find that annoying, talkative speedster and make him beg for death before I end him. Followed by Kara.. and Raya, though I may take my time there. And then these pitiful humans."
Clark had a sudden look of anger on his face, mixed with pain. Zod was going to kill Bart. And then go for Kara, then Raya (the villain's perverted insinuation wasn't lost on him either), then maybe his other friends. Just the thought of all their bodies laying still and broken, much like the others he'd found in that explosion.. it was too much. He fired a punch to Zod's throat, his eyes then turning red..
Zod was caught by surprise, realizing he should have bound the boy's hands first. The throat-jab was unexpected. And so was the laser beams from Kal's eyes, right to his chest, sending him flying off of him. This wasn't just small lasers, it was a more concentrated burst. He was surprised yet again to find himself landing on the concrete, on his back.
Clark immediately got up from his prone position, holding his neck. He went up in the air a bit and looked down upon Zod. "You will never harm them. You can kill those who will not kneel, but you'll never break us." He glanced around, noticing the traffic nearby, as well as people crossing the roads. This was too public. So, he took off into the sky once more, his battle scars healing as he went toward the ocean.
"Coward!" Zod rose up then, shaking his fist. "So, you are a coward after all, much like your foolish pacifist father! Come back here and kneel!!" He took off after the red and blue blur in the sky, soon to be closing in on him.
Clark thought this was a better plan, a better scene for a fight. He wasn't sure how much he could hold out. Zod was right when he claimed to be more experienced. But he had to do something. Maybe if he didn't fight directly, but smarter. Make him lose interest, tire him out. It was then that he noticed that he was soaring about a few hundred feet above the Lazarus Pits.
Zod had finally managed to catch up. "So, it would seem that you fear me as much as your father did. I will crush you. But I think I shall wait until I find Bart.. crush his neck as you watch."
"Good luck finding him," Clark said, feeling a bit on edge as he thought of it. "He's faster than me. Probably more than you too. I do know that when we band together, your end will be near. This isn't like back home." He picked up the JL communicator in his pocket, as now was a good as time as any. "Clark here, Clark to JL. At the pits. General Zod is-"
"No!!" Zod yelled out, staring, and a blast of heat vision shot at the device, frying it. He was not pleased that his enemy's son had called for backup. He would never have done such a thing. "You'll pay for that.." He flew out, throwing a punch.
Clark ducked, missing by mere inches, but was caught off guard by a snap kick to the ribs. "I think we have at least five minutes or less before we have company. I told you there were people here who would stop you."
"A lot can happen in five minutes." Zod took a deep breath and exhaled. But unlike the gusts of wind the boy was accustomed to, this had a chilling effect to it. Once he was encased in ice, he'd watch as the farmboy dropped to the chemicals below.
Clark yelled out, realizing what was going on. He'd been trapped in ice before and he did not enjoy it that time either. He had to act fast. He flew to the side, going downward, and as a result, he only had ice on his arm and shoulder.
Zod was amused as he saw Clark fight to stay in control, in the air. He found the younger man's tactic impressive. "Yes.. fall, Kal-El. Fall." He started to descend, going after him.
"I might. But I still won't bow to you, no one will. Your son never will, either." Clark turned his back to the general, secretly applying heat vision to the ice covering his arms. Then he continued to soar downward. He had one shot. If it didn't work, he'd have to leave here and continue elsewhere. He came closer to the pits below.
The evil man glared, the mention of his son making his jaw twitch in anger. He did not like that at all. Mostly because he knew it was true. All he saw now was his enemy falling downward, his back turned in defiance. Maybe it was time to finish this. And he did wonder how the other man would be affected by those Lazarus chemicals he'd read about. He pointed down, head first and fists pointed to him.
Clark continued his descent, going a little quicker. He had no clue how this would affect him if he touched the liquid below. He didn't want to find out. He just knew that he had to do something as a distraction until someone else came by to help him. He could feel Zod closing in. He counted the seconds, also noting that the someone had just safely crawled out. He yelled to those below, "Incoming!!"
Zod picked up speed, not even realizing what his foe was going to do. All he knew that he was ticked off and enraged at yet another jab toward his failed relationship with Lor-Zod, and he wanted Kal-El to be in excruciating pain. "Then you shall die as you deserve to! And you will kneel before Zod!!"
Clark counted a bit more, feeling a rushing wind behind him. At the last few seconds, he turned, as a jet making a side-flip, and avoided a collision. Narrowly missing a pair of angry fists from a rushing torpedo.
Zod yelled out, in disbelief that he had just missed him, and was still soaring downward.. and then there was a splash as he landed. Submerged under the unusual, yet natural chemicals of the Lazarus Pits.
Clark stopped in the air, then made his descent down and landed on the ground below, standing next to a few people who were about to climb in. "Sorry, folks.. just a second. Might want to avoid this one until he comes out." He didn't want to endanger anyone, even though he still wasn't sure if these were safe. "Umm.. Zod? General?"
It had been a couple minutes. And then. Then, the villain's head hand reached out of the liquid, followed by his head, and the rest of him as well. The burn scar on his chest was gone. He seemed to be in a sort of daze. Staring at everyone as though disoriented, confused.. and groggy. He couldn't, for the life of him, quite recall exactly why he was there. "What.. what is.."
Clark was indeed surprised. This was very different. He'd expected more ranting, more demands and boasting.. more violence. But this was certainly new. He glanced around at the people, then at the guards. "Okay, so what exactly happens now? This is my first time here, as well as his." He wondered what should be done with Zod now...