Clark Kent (boy_scout) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-08-13 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent, james petersen |
Who: Clark Kent and James Petersen
When: Evening
Where: Main office
What: Arrival
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
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Clark would have probably needed to admit that he had better plans than this, as far as dealing with an enemy was concerned. But with a foe like Major Zod? Someone that he knew was destined to be his enemy, but had believed he could change, even up to the end. It was very apparent in those last seconds. During their fight. He had been in a fight to the death, it seemed, with Zod obviously matching him, maybe even surpassing, in combat experience. And with a dagger made of blue kryptonite. It would have also appeared like Zod had gotten out of being sent to another world. But then the hero had a stroke of genius. Or foolishness? Hard to tell. He had gone along with Zod's intent, taking the blade willingly into his body; sometimes a hero needed to sacrifice himself to save many. No doubt the evil Kryptonian thought he had won, when he saw his nemesis falling off of the tower.. only to realize too late that it was against his best interests. Clark had seen the major being pulled away, as he himself was falling to his apparent death, blue glowing blade stuck in his gut.
But what happened to him next defied all logical explanation. He had several things he was contemplating, one of which involved just pulling the knife out, yet he wasn't sure if Zod had been taken away. He wondered if his Martian ally, John Jones, would have swooped in to save him at the last second. And.. besides, he was in a lot of pain as he was falling faster and faster. But suddenly, he wasn't landing on the rainy streets of Metropolis. He found himself on a carpeted floor, in some random office room. He saw chairs. A desk. Walls. "What the.." He struggled to sit up, placing both hands on the dagger hilt, letting out a loud grunt of pain as he pulled it out. The blade a light glowing blue glow to it for a moment. He slowly rose up to his feet, dark torn shirt (with the "S" insignia) and pants clinging to him, holding a hand over his wound. It was then that he saw the man in front of him and immediately became suspicious. "Who are you?? Did.. what is this, another test from my father? One of Zod's disciples? How.. how did I get here.. unless you're part of.. Jor-El or the Fortress.." He realized his ramblings might not make much sense. But nothing about this situation made sense. It was clear that some power was at work here, that could be capable of summoning him to another time and place. He just had to find out who, or what, was responsible.