The cold, dimly lit warehouse reeked of oil and despair as you struggled against the ropes cutting into your wrists. The villain, a meteor-mutant with the power to manipulate metal, paced before you, monologuing about his plan to use you as bait to lure Clark Kent—"the farm boy with too many secrets." He sneered, unaware that Clark was more than just a regular teenager.

Moments later, the faint sound of a door creaking open echoed through the cavernous space. You held your breath, hoping it was him. The villain whipped around, his metallic tendrils slithering toward the entrance like serpents ready to strike.

A shadow moved, and suddenly Clark appeared, his expression a mix of determination and fear. "Let her go," he said firmly, his voice steady despite the danger.

The villain laughed. "You’re brave, farm boy. But bravery won’t save you."

Before the tendrils could reach him, Clark moved faster than the eye could follow, positioning himself between you and the danger. His eyes flared red, and the ropes binding you snapped as his heat vision sliced through them. You gasped, barely having time to process your freedom before Clark caught a flying shard of metal aimed at your head.

“Run!” he ordered, but you hesitated. “Clark, watch out!” you cried as the villain hurled a massive steel beam toward him. Clark caught it with ease, tossing it aside.