It was actually very easy for Clark to detect that there was an unwanted presence wandering into the area. See, Croats shuffled a lot. They moved slowly when they were calm, completely unaware and disinterested in their surroundings. But then, when something new and fresh drew their attentions, they quickened. The sound of their feet scuffling against the pavement increased tenfold, inhumane growls and grunts growing louder and louder as they pursued their prey. It had become natural for Clark to listen; he kept his ears peeled for his own benefit, knowing well that if someone wandered into the area and got themselves killed, he'd be able to get his hands on (hopefully) fresh supplies to steal away from their corpses. Letting innocents wander into the fray, only to get themselves killed by Croats was a far cry from the man that Clark Kent had once been. It was an even greater distance from the man that the world had suggested he had been destined to become. Yet the world had no idea that this was going to be their future - they had no idea that the one thing that kept him balanced, the one person who made everything easier, had been taken away from him. What was Clark Kent without Lois Lane to keep him human? Similarly, what was a Superman without his beacon of hope? His purpose was to save people. To make them see light in the dark; to prove that, even though he was gifted with great power, people didn't need that to be heroes. They could fly on their own. Clark never got to show them that. When the world crumbled into war and chaos, his influence only held up for but so long. Superman may well have been a strong symbol for mankind, but Lucifer was an even stronger one. He was also a far more powerful creature than Clark could have ever begun to imagine. He remembered. That was where he had gotten his scar.
Clark put a hand to his face, fingers feeling out the long, jagged scar that ran across his jawline, up his cheek, and straight over his right eye. Lucifer had tried to rip him apart. He had succeeded, for the most part, but Clark had - barely - managed to escape him. The sun had healed his wounds and put Clark together again, save that scar. Lucifer had somehow figured out how to damage him permanently. Clark could remember that night; Lois panicking, him sitting quietly in their apartment fighting off a sense of pure defeat. He had thought, then, that maybe he'd be able to go back. Try again.
That was before Lois had died.
Eyes narrowing darkly, Clark rolled out of his poor excuse for a bed and moved over to the far window. He could hear them running faster. Clark could hear - that voice. Moving much more quickly, almost as though he had an interest in the person that the Croats were chasing (and boy, that was one hell of a change in his usual routine) Clark grabbed at the frame of the window and leaned out, blue eyes flashing down to the streets below. He knew the body. The legs. The hair. That voice. Someone was fucking with him. But who? Lucifer? Had he been found? Nostrils flaring, Clark turned, vanishing from the dark room he'd been hiding in and reappearing on the rooftop a few feet away from where the Croats were chasing what appeared to be Lois Lane. In pajamas. Who the fuck wore pajamas in the middle of a Croat hotzone?
Let them take her, a dark voice in the back of his mind insisted. She's not really her. They're just trying to trick you. Clark gave it a few. It seemed like he was going to do just that, when something inside of him kicked in. What if it was really her? He had witnessed the dead coming back before. Who was to say that this wasn't really Lois Lane that was being chased down by Croats? Inwardly cursing, Clark focused his gaze, heat vision pouring from his eyes and down toward the Croat infested street below. Their bodies writhed under the heat vision that struck them, each catching fire and either dropping to the ground to burn to a crisp or turning and running in the opposite direction while lit aflame. He'd find out who or what she was. If this was a trick or a game, Clark would see to it that this 'Lois' wouldn't live to see the sun rise again.