Author: CaptainTightPants12

Rating: K

Pairing: Clois

Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville or it's characters, I wouldn't have stopped at ten seasons and this would be saved for an eleventh season.

Summary: Doomsday has returned to give Superman his greatest battle of all.

Chapter: #10, the Prologue

Author's Note: This takes place at the very beginning, leading into chapter #1.

They say that right before you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes.

He staggered.

His vision was blurry at first, sound was all but gone. He clenched his eyes shut, and when he opened them, he saw a sight he didn't expect. He recognized it, almost immediately. Though he struggled to fathom how he was in Metropolis a moment ago and on Krypton now.

Clenching his eyes shut again, he rubbed them with force. When he opened them this time, he could see his parents. Sitting there on the porch swing. His father waved to him. Jonathan's mouth moved, but he couldn't hear the sound.

This time, he shook his head as his eyes shut. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. He tried to shake it from his mind.

Perry White roared in the background, a smug smirk traced across Lois Lane's face. Poor Jimmy Olsen was fleeing in fear as he bumped into the towering Steve Lombard, whom was hitting on Cat Grant. As usual.

It was the sound of the building nearest to him crashing down that brought him back to Metro-Square. He looked back at it, the crushed in wall that he had just been flung through. He looked back out at the Square. It stood there, menacing as ever. It felt like they had been at this for days. He felt broken. He didn't know how much more he could take of this.

Doomsday growled at him for a moment, but quickly turned it's head away, peering off into the distance.

'What...why isn't...why isn't it coming to kill me? What is it looking at?'

A faint memory came to mind. It was a memory of Shelby. It wasn't really a memory, more of a recognition. The way that Shelby would look up at him, wanting to play catch, even if his old bones couldn't quite chase down the tennis ball like he used to. It was the way that he would look up at him with rapt attention, but would rip his head towards the door at the sound of Lois pulling into the driveway.

He closed his eyes again, softly this time. He listened. He listened for whatever it was that it was listening to.

"I just got a text from Mr. Lombard, he says the last sighting was Metro-Square!"

His mind raced, 'Was that Jimmy? What was he doing-'

"What if he doesn't stop it?"

He frowned for a moment, 'Who is he talking-'

He knew that voice.

He knew who Jimmy was talking to. He knew that determination, that unrelenting faith, and more importantly, he knew that voice. It was the one voice he wish he didn't hear, because it meant she was coming right to him. "Lois...No..."

The ground crumbled as his feet shot away. He wouldn't let this monster out of his sight, he would end this now.

It was distracted by the sound of the woman's voice. It's hunger for violence was unquenched despite the rubble around him. It made to move towards the voice, but was halted by a hand wrapped around it's shoulder. "Don't even think about it!"

He shot it across the square, crashing through cars and buildings. He felt his strength renewed. He was on a mission.

But so was it.

If it hadn't been for the roar, he might not have even seen it coming. It moved so fast for something so big. It tackled him through the building on the other side of the square. He rose to his feet, gripping his hands together to deliver a thunderous blow to it's shoulder. The force was enough to snap off the bone-spike that protruded from it's skin.

He lifted the spike into the air. Knowing that like a diamond, only itself could break it's skin at this point, he made to stab it. Instead, the creature slapped him back into the square. Scrapping past a piece of metal that had been stuck in the ground, his cape ripped off before he hit the ground a few feet away. He slowly rose to his feet this time. He was hurting. His renewed strength was but a memory as he felt the blood trickle from his temple. Before he knew it, the creature had wrapped it's arms around him, squeezing.

Luckily, he had managed to get his arms between his chest and Doomsday's crushing limbs. Still, he was no match for it. He was slowly losing his hold, and it would only be a matter of moments until he gave out and was crushed to death.

In the distance, he could hear the tires screech.

That was all that he needed to hear. "If...If I'm going to die here...I'm taking you with me..." he growled.

He used what strength he had to lunge forward, into the ground. Into the spike. Like butter, it pierced not only through his chest, but into Doomsday's and through it's heart. It sputtered as it fell to the ground beside him against a boulder, gasping it's last breath.

For now.

Trying to stand, he settled for crawling. He made it a few feet, but found himself sliding down a crater in the center of the Square. There were a lot of those. He laid there for a moment, trying to remain conscious. Blood was filling his lungs, it wouldn't be long now.

He heard the tires screech to a stop. Close. He tried to muster the last of his strength, the last of his will to climb out of the crater. It didn't go well, but that was ok. It was ok because the sun was blocked for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw her.

Lois Lane.

For a moment, he wanted to laugh. You do see your whole life right before you die. It was standing up there, in stiletto heels.

Author's Note: Well, what did you think? I was just in the mood to do some edits and thought it might be a good idea for a chapter, so here ya go! haha. Anyways, looking forward to what you guys thought, hopefully you enjoyed it!