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nightwingingit) wrote in

wariscoming,
@ 2012-08-24 03:11:00

Entry tags:

kon-el/superboy

Who:Kon and open to Clark if he wants!
What:Anger and rage and possibly a bit of general emoing.
When:late night of primes arrival
Where: The Fortress
Warnings:DOOOOOOOM

Why did it have to be him. Of all the people the seal could have thrown in his face, why Superboy Prime? Kon had never been so angry in his life. No, there was something else there that he couldn't quite wrap his mind around. Something else that nagged at him like a hang nail. He'd been told to medicate when he felt angry, he was told so many different things but he couldn't remember a single damn one of them in that moment. All he saw was red. Rubbing his eyes in attempt to make sure that it wasn't Luthor tap tap tapping at the back of his mind, he shook his head and paced.

What had he done to deserve this? He was doing better these days. At least he thought he was. He wasn't raging earth quakes or threatening to hurt anyone, though the thought had crossed his mind briefly when Prim invited that wannabe into the Complex. It took a lot of will power to remind himself that she hadn't known any better. It wasn't her fault and she was just trying to help a new kid. A new kid that'd killed him. Brutally. He remembered it clear as day ever since Bart had told him what really happened when he died. He remembered it in vivid detail and it still kept him up at night.

His eyes burned with anger, how could she? How could she not even think about asking how he felt. None of them did. He had feelings too. Sometimes he wished he didn't. He wished things could be like they were when Tim found him and broke him out of Cadmus Labs. He didn't even have a name then much less understand the way human emotion worked. Even now he was never sure if he did or not entirely. He learned everything by watching. The only thing that came natural to him was anger. Right now it was running through his veins like lava. Even his eyes couldn't hide the emotion, they were red like the flame of a fire.

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ex_savior698
2012-08-29 01:30 am UTC (link)

Kon bowing out to the Fortress didn't come as a surprise to Clark, nor did his emotional reaction to what had happened the day Superboy Prime arrived. At first, Clark thought that Kon needed to stay away. He knew how up and down Kon's temper had been. Being around the problem would only force Kon back into that dark place he had been working so hard to stay away from and - though Clark had vowed to pull Kon out of the dark every single time he fell in - he didn't want to see Kon struggle like that. He didn't want to let Kon fall.

But he didn't want to crowd him either. Not right away. Clark gave Kon a little time. He hung back and spent a little while researching Prime on his own via the internet (that was one of the perks of coming from what this world deemed a fictional universe - he could type in a name or event and everything he wanted to know would be right at his fingertips). What Clark discovered about what had happened between Prime and Kon both infuriated and horrified him, but Clark chose against acting on impulsive emotions and instead decided to pay Kon a visit. Turning on Prime, especially after he told everyone that he was from before everything that had happened, wouldn't have been fair. If he was telling the truth, he deserved to have a chance to change his fate.

That didn't mean Clark was comfortable about the idea of what could happen if things got out of hand with Prime, but he fully intended on keeping an eye on him. If he stepped out of line, if it seemed like he was going to march himself down the path that resulted in Kon's death, Clark would be the first in line to stop him.

But that was an if and it was one reserved for the future. Right now, Clark needed to focus on Kon and Kon alone. Once inside the Fortress, Clark immediately sought him out, knowing well enough that he'd be hiding away inside somewhere. Concern guiding him through the various halls and rooms within the Fortress, it didn't take Clark very long to find Kon. He brushed past a pair of robots that were distractedly milling about with reports on one of the environmental tanks he'd been researching and began to walk toward Kon...before he saw the glint of red gleaming in his eyes. He paused. Clark had personally carried that same look plenty of times before, mostly when he was caught up in a fight that had gotten under his skin. The last time Clark's eyes had held that same violent red glare, he had been at war with Doomsday...

And Kon had been at war with Prime. Just before he, too, had gotten himself - no. Clark didn't want to think about it. He started forward again. "Kon?"

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nightwingingit
2012-08-29 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Giving the kid space was probably the best thing Clark could have done in that moment, had he approached any sooner chances were high that he wouldn't have been able to handle everything that was flying at him at once. He didn't understand why either, what had he done to deserve the universal backlash? It wasn't enough that he'd helped take down a horsemen was it? Or maybe it was that he had and the seal wasn't entirely thrilled with him. Kon paced through an empty ice hallway. The cool draft the cave gave off didn't even phase him, but it never did. He didn't feel temperature change, even if he flew to the sun he wouldn't have felt it. Even with his blood boiling he felt nothing aside from pure unbridled anger.

In giving him that space, Kon was able to calm down a little bit. But still couldn't hold himself together much longer. He wanted little more then to fly back to Kansas and beat Prime down the same way he had been. Make him eat asphalt and watch while he suffered and bled out. He wanted to repay him for everything Prime had stolen away from him when he took his life.

In the back of his mind Kon knew it was wrong, and that was why he left. He didn't want to turn into a murderer but he couldn't control his anger with that wannabe in the same state. Instead of dealing with things the way he had before, he left. He left and still there was a question in his mind of whether or not he'd done the right thing. He'd demanded Prime leave, made a few probably hate him or think of him as a monster. But what would they have done if the same guy who killed them showed up and came skipping into the complex like everything was history? It wasn't history, to Kon he still remembered every minute of that last battle. He remembered every ounce of gravel that dug into the back of his neck.

His senses were on overload when Clark came into the corner of his eyes, he had to fight every genetic instinct to not attack him on sight. Clark wasn't his enemy. He wasn't there to hurt him. Conner Kent knew that, but Experiment 13 was struggling. For the longest time he just stared, eyes narrowed and fixed dangerously on the older Kryptonian. Reading his every movement.

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ex_savior698
2012-09-04 06:17 am UTC (link)

He didn't get a verbal response. Kon merely turned and glared at him, looking as though he wanted to do nothing less than snap and...and what? Attack? Attack him? Clark pushed back the wave of uneasiness that swept through him and forced himself to move closer. He made himself look a world less worried than he actually felt and instead focused on a calm, yet strong, stance. Kon didn't need to be around someone weighed with uncertainty. Clark needed to be sure. He needed to know what he was doing, because it was more than clear that Kon didn't. Between the two of them, someone had to maintain control over the situation. That someone was going to have to be him for now, until he found a way to get Kon to ease up and focus on the bigger picture.

"Kon, you need to calm down," Clark told him carefully. "I know you're upset, but look at yourself." The raw anger that Kon had put up on display was practically screaming for Clark to give it a reason to set it free. "He's not here. It's just you and me. There's no one else here but us, okay?"

And it was going to stay that way. Prime was never going to find the Fortress. Clark wouldn't show it to him. Even if he did prove himself honest and loyal, Clark could never bring someone that Kon openly despised so greatly to a place that Kon seemed so comfortable in. The Fortress had always been Clark's personal sanctuary. It had been a place of peace and quiet ; it was the one place in the entire world he could retreat to if he needed to be alone. Clark wanted the Fortress to mean the same thing for Kon and he wouldn't take that away from him by bringing Prime here.

Arms folded across his chest, Clark stopped walking a few paces away from Kon and simply watched him. If he decided he didn't want to listen to anything Clark said, Clark would just wait him out. He was patient and he wasn't going anywhere.

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nightwingingit
2012-09-13 02:42 am UTC (link)

Kon turned to stare at him. It was hard enough to fight natural anger, but when it coursed through every fiber of his being it was even harder. It was nearly impossible for him to fight it but he was trying. Clark wasn't a threat. In the very back of his mind where Sanity still existed, he knew that. He didn't attack on sight, he struggled internally to maintain control. The Fortress was the one thing keeping him together, logically he knew that nobody could get there but them, not without assistance anyway. It could only be Clark talking to him, and he knew Clark would never hurt him unless there was no choice.

That calm outlook helped the younger Kryptonian, gave him something to focus on instead of the anger. Clark wasn't looking to attack and his movements weren't threatening. The red tint to his eyes began to fade a little the more Clark spoke, the more he tried to reach out to him. Kon finally registered his voice as a friend and the violent color darkened entirely after a few long tense minutes.

"Nobody else?" His voice was hurt and confused but it sounded more like him then he had all day. His senses were on high alert, the Fortress was even easier to hear others in. If Clark was tricking him he would know it in an instant, but he tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Clark had never hurt him of his own free will before.

All it took was Clark's reassuring presence, blue eyes finally met with his. Worried and afraid, but blue.

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