The boy. The Rakshasha that Lois had been incapable of killing. Had she known that Guy was going to finish the job for her? Clark looked down at the mess, the sight of all that blood making his stomach twist unpleasantly. Clark had seen blood before. Maybe more than most people had in over several lifetimes. But this type of blood? It wasn't accidental. It was the type of blood that had spilled out of anger. Hatred. The darker side of humanity all lashed out toward a single target. From the looks of it, the Rakshasha hadn't put up much of a fight. Something told him that it didn't get much of a chance to do so.
Clark knelt down beside Lois and gently wrapped his fingers around the wrist of the hand that had been so hellbent on scrubbing away at the red that had stained the ground around them. "Stop. Look at me." Clark knew that the hunt had spooked her. How could it not have? She had watched her friends get ripped apart at the hands of a monster that she had never faced before. It was her first time out on the job and it had gone horribly. Now there was this. Whatever had happened, Lois had been smack in the middle of it all and the outcome had clearly been an extremely unpleasant one.
"Why did you send the boy to Guy? What did he say he was going to do?" Clark knew that Lois had been upset, but had she been upset enough to condone something like this? He was worried. Not just about the others, but what Lois might have done. If she had really backed this kind of chaos...
No. She wouldn't have. There was no way that boy had survived this. Lois wasn't a murderer and she wasn't the type of person who would just stand by and let something like this happen. Something was wrong. "What did Guy do to you? What did he do with...?" He didn't need to ask. Clark already knew. The boy was dead. There was nothing he could do to save him. The thought brought on a sharp twinge of anger, but Clark didn't let it show. He'd deal with Guy later. Right now, Lois needed him.