The air felt heavy. The air was too thick for any normal person to breathe, these endless winding tombs filled with the memories and screams of people who had long since passed. The walls clamped down, a deep feeling of unease settling in his gut.

The earth could truly be a disgusting place sometimes, the wet sounds of blood dripping echoes though the cave, a place where it didnt belong. This cave was under a genetic research facility. One owned by Lex Luthor. A facility with secrets Clark was only now uncovering. Luthor wasn't particularly trustworthy, considering he had already tried and succeeded in cloning Clark once. ~~What if..~~

Sickening.

A few of the, what, scientists? That were still down here, unfortunate enough to get caught in whatever had gone wrong, were still breathing. Though, they wouldn't be much longer. The gurgles of choking on blood and the fear-fueled sobs a cruel reminder that there was nothing to be done for these people.

Not anymore.

A small part of Clark wondered if these people deserved it. If they had pushed what they didnt know too far, and suffered the consequences for their sins against the laws of all that was natural. After all, genetic researchers and unauthorised projects never ended up gracing the world with gifts. He pushed that thought down.

Either way, these people weren't his mission. If they were, he might've said something comforting to the few still alive, choking on their own blood and tears. These people didn't deserve his faith. The scum of the earth, stupid, stupid people who wanted to play god when they should've known better. But at the same time.. what if the didnt? What if they were just trying to do good?

Clark stopped infront of a large, metal door. One thick enough to withstand 70 tons of pressure maybe. But it was broken, something had pushed through, splitting the metal. Something with enough strength to overpower a tank. Clark ducked into the gap, stepping into whatever containment facility that had clearly failed.

Clark used his heat vision to detect if anything was still alive in here, ignoring the blood and shards of bone that littered the floor like confetti. Everything should be dead. It made sense for everything to be dead.

But then.. where was the thing that caused this?

An instant later, something, someone, was infront of him. Maybe three feet away, unclear if hostile. Clark didn't move, didnt take his eyes off of the figure infront of him. He didnt like the feeling of familiarity that crept up his spine when looking at them.

"...Did you cause all this?"