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An Elseworld History.
Clark Kent clenched his fists.
Tempus Succeed. There was no doubt about it. There would be no utopia, that was for sure.
And he had no life. In matter of days he lost everything. Oh, Not exactly everything, he still had his powers and his life. But he didn’t have anything more. He looked at H. G. Wells, or what remained of him. He saved his life, but with his own life as payment. Oh, okay, he got those two to follow him to the next life, but even that wasn’t worth his life. He got him out of that damned kryptonite cage. He could never Repay Mr. Wells all he had done. From the day he helped him become Superman he was a good friend.
And now he was dead, but he got Tempus and Luthor to follow him. Maybe it wasn’t a bad deal; After all, Mister Wells was in his seventies already.
He could have saved the monster, that was for sure, but instead, he preferred to try to save Mr. Wells. And he was too late, he was too slow, He didn’t reach Herb in time. He was still weak from the kryptonite. Herbert George Wells died in his Arms.
Luthor. That Monster. A Killer, a Criminal, Everything you should despise and more. A Lot more. The worst monster that ever walked the surface of the Earth. Stalin was a Good person Compared to that abomination. Even that traitor George Washington was a Good man Compared to the monster.
Maybe he should Phone Henderson.
Where had put the Monster his Cell phone?
He approached the body of the monster, Even now, even Dead, that white face, that dead face could make him tremble in Terror.
He searched the body, barely suppressing his repulsion, his anger to that Being, that creature. it didn’t deserve being Called a Person.
A Few moments later superman had a small Conversation with inspector Henderson.
Maybe he had to get something before the Police reached the Luthor headquarters. He slowly approached the remains of Mr Wells and took a little black box from them. The Time Device. That thing in bad hands could do a Lot of Harm.
What he had to do now? He couldn’t go back to the Daily Planet. It didn’t exist anymore, Maybe the Star. They surely would be happy with that exclusive. Although he would have to make something about the Presence of mister Wells and Tempus. Friends of Superman perhaps.
Yes, Friends of Superman, That was a Good Idea.
Finally, he had proof. Hard proof About the Monster Crimes.
But since the criminal was dead, what purpose it would serve?
Well, at least The Good Name of Luthor Was history. Philanthropist, Hah!! Criminal and Murderer were better adjectives to use with that Name.
No Planet, No Family, No Friends... That Explosion in the Daily planet killed everything, Everyone he Hold dear... why he hadn’t heard anything? A minute he was writing his Article about the chances of President Bruce Wayne Chances at re-election in superspeed. His parents were behind him, waiting for him, he had promised them that he would accompany them to that opera play, although they nearly forced him to go. He had planned already a Superman emergency to avoid it. Now, he would sell his soul to see their faces once More and then the horrible moment came Explosion. Why? Why he hadn’t heard anything? Because he was concentrating in the article? That Bomb Was Powerful, Really Powerful. The entire apple collapsed. Everyone Died. Martha. Jonathan. Perry. Ralph. Jack... The entire Daily Planet Staff. Everyone at The Office he next building... And He.
There was no way he could have survived that. No Way. In World eyes he was dead.
In his heart he was Dead Too...
How he could look himself at the mirror now?
Why he was That Stupid? Why he tried to Confront Luthor? Why? And That Luthor scum defeated him with Words, got him in a Kryptonite cage.
How Luthor had Know about Kryptonite? Tempus.
Tempus Told that Monster Luthor everything about Clark Kent AKA Superman, everything about kryptonite and where to find it. But the Bomb at The Daily Planet was that Monster Plan.
While he was in the cage the monster laughed at his face and confessed everything. While he was slowly dying he only could hear that damned Voice... and that horrible laughter.
He lost the Conscience; and when he regained it, he found himself in another Room in the Luthor building, Tempus had three bullet Holes in his Body, One in his Forehead the other two in his chest.
And then H G Wells and that Monster had a gun pointing to each other; Mr Wells hold insecurely his Gun, obviously he wasn’t really familiar with it; much less comfortable.
The Monster instead, holds it like someone who had extensive experience with a fire weapon.
Those two were Talking, In his state he couldn’t hear what was being said, and then, at the same time; he heard two shots, the two firearms talked at the same time; and he tried to run; to use his superspeed to try to stop those bullets; instinctively, he’d gone to catch the one who was heading to Mr wells body, although he was nearer to the Monster.
But he wasn’t fast enough.
20 Cms.
He Couldn’t save Mr Wells life by 20 Cm.
He only could hold Mr. Wells while he was falling to the Floor, a floor already red from Tempus blood.
Anger overcame him, he wanted to kill.
But the Monster was Already Dead.
He Closed his Eyes the monster killed another of his friends. Perhaps the last one.
That Monster, since the day of the wedding he knew something like that would happen. He really tried to stop the wedding between Lois Lane and Lex Luthor.
He tried to tell his best friend his suspicions, everything he suspected.
Instead he was dismissed and ignored.
Jealous, he was Called Jealous...
He would never forgot that Day. The day that he had to cover that “accident”.
No accident; Cold blooded Murder.
His best friend got killed
That monster had problems controlling the best person who walked the face of the earth. The monster answer was killing, the end of one great soul.
He was certain. But he had no proof. He never had proof.
He could already see in his mind tomorrow front page.
“Gunshot at Luthor Building” and “Luthor Criminal Activities uncovered”
But there was an undeniable truth “The Monster Lois Lane Luthor was dead”.
