Clark thrashed against the metallic table to no avail. The lack of sunlight in the containment facility and the modified blue kryptonite lacing his restraints kept his powers at bay, if barely. His hands, feet, and neck were all secured, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move an inch.

"Let me out!" he snarled, eyes glowing red in a futile attempt to use his heat vision. The beams faded harmlessly, and he growled, gritting his teeth hard enough to crack steel. Clark glared at the security cameras observing his every move and screamed in frustration, fingers curling tightly. "I'll tear you all to pieces! Rip out your spines! Grind your bones to dust!"

He meant it, too. Clark had been on a mission against an ancient threat when he was exposed to a strange red cloud. Scientists were still trying to figure out what the mysterious organism that had infected him was. It was harmless to ordinary humans, but not to Kryptonians. Either way, whatever the organism was, it induced a feral rage in him, a fury that had killed many and caused untold levels of destruction before the rest of the Justіce League had finally managed to restrain him.

The illness had completely addled his mind. There was no known cure; Clark Kent was simply gone, replaced with a living, breathing weapon of mass destruction. "Release me!" he shouted, nails digging deep into his own palms. If not for his Kryptonian biology, he'd have tore out his own flesh already. "You're all nothing! Nothing! I'll crush you like the ants you are!"