SmallvilleX Evolution: Reality Unravelled

Summary: Clark faces a threat that potentially could unravel all of existence as he knows it and in the process he learns some shocking revelations about the true nature of the universe he resides in.

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Chapter 1

Fortress of Solitude(somewhere in the Arctic, shh, it's a secret!)...

Clark finds himself stood in between these two clearly opposing forces. This man calling himself Kang on one hand and this group of 3 named Rokk, Garth and Imra, calling themselves the Legion on the other.

You can feel the hostility from the two for the other.

Oh Kang hides it under arrogant dismissal but it's there.

"I really must object," Kang announces to the 3 newest arrivals, remaining remarkable calm and untroubled. "I have done no such thing as to lie to Kal-El. In fact if anything it is you who will lie to him, say anything it takes to protect what you deem to be the correct shape of the timeline."

The other 3 are much tenser than Kang, showing they consider him a much greater threat than he considers them.

The red-headed Garth snorts. "Lying is against the Code!" he insists.

"Oh yes, your vaunted Code," Kang mocks derisively. "To use a phrase of this time period, hardly worth the paper it is written on. Whereas the word of Kang is his bond," he boasts.

"Leave Kang. You are not welcome here," Rokk orders.

"That's not your decision to make," Kang states quite clearly. "You have no true understanding of the depth of the danger we are all in," he claims.

"And you do?" Imra asks him.

"You may have the ability to travel through time but I am the one who has dedicated lifetimes to becoming its Master," Kang replies. Or in other words only he truly understands this mysterious danger they're talking about.

"We all know, Kang, that you only help yourself," Rokk argues. "You use people as you see fit and then discard them as soon as they're no longer useful. We will not let you use Kal in such a way. We know what to do. You don't need to be here. So leave...before we make you," he threatens the green and purple armoured man.

Kang's whole posture seems to finally grow more serious. "If you wish to try and challenge me, please try," he dares them, almost sounding eager for the confrontation. "The sooner you fools are out the way, the sooner I can get onto the real task at hand."

Clark hasn't said a word to intervene, why?

Because he doesn't know who these people are, what their true motivations are and therefore which side to pick...if any. By allowing them to trade barbs he's hoping to try and get an understanding of what the hell is going on. He can't rule out the possibility that he picks neither and that both are a threat he will have to stop but it hasn't reached that point yet...though looking at the fact they're about to engage in a fight that point seems to be rapidly approaching.

"I apologise for this, Kal-El," Kang says as he raises his hand and with a shoving motion shoves Clark clear across the Fortress using what almost looks like telekinesis.

The Legion use this as the excuse to attack, the red haired boy firing some sort of electrical attack which hits an energy shield. Kang then opens two small portal either side of him, reaches in and pulls out a couple of high-tech weapons, one from each, clearly far in advanced of anything that exists currently on Earth and returns fire, forcing the 3 Legion members to dodge...and blowing out chunks of the Fortress.

Ok, Clark is annoyed.

Not just being rudely shoved but his 'guests' and he is using the term very loosely here are messing up his home. As they distract each other Clark blurs to the console with the crystals in it. Bring up the holographic control display. Make an adjustment there, activate this...retrieve just one item...just give him one moment more...

Kang blasts Rokk...only for the shot to pass through him. "Impressive psychic illusion Saturn Girl," Kang compliments Imra for the deception. "But it shall not save you," he warns.

But it is enough of a distraction for Rokk to use what are magnetic powers to create a hole in Kang's protective shield that Garth sends a blast through, sending Kang tumbling across the uneven floor surface of the Fortress.

Any minor damage to his armour is self-repaired in moments as Kang simply levitates himself upward and rights his orientation.

That's when the Fortress around them glows brightly and pulses of white energy beams impact the 4 combatants, freezing them in place. Around them crystals rise from the floor and take the rough shape of barrels, weapons aimed at them at point blank range.

Clark turns, his hands behind his back. "Now, unless you want to see just what sort of weapons capability my people had I suggest you stop struggling against the confinement fields," he warns them sternly. What? You didn't think he made it his business to find out just what the Fortress could do. Even before he knew Apocalypse had corrupted Jor-El's program remember Clark and his father never got on and Clark never really trusted him so he needed to know just what it was Jor-El was in control of.

"Show them anyway!" the voice of War echoes in Clark's head. "Go on! You know you want to do it. Press the button! Fry them!" he encourages Clark to demonstrate the sheer fire-power of this Kryptonian structure.

Clark shoves that personality to the back of his head, ignoring it and strides forward, looking as powerful and intimidating as he can manage. "Now I want to know what this is all about and it better be the truth I hear or you're all looking at a one way trip into the Phantom Zone!" he snaps, his temper far closer to the surface than he would like but he's tired...beyond tied, both mentally and physically after what he's experienced with Apocalypse. The true scale of what was done to him? Something he has come nowhere close to confessing. "If you're really from the future then you know I've just been through hell, so please, don't push me," he warns.

Kang chuckles, looking remarkably non-flustered by his confinement. "Nicely done, Kal-El but you should never start with the final threat. You can only go backwards from there," he critiques.

"You're assuming I won't do what I say. That finding out whatever reason brings you here is so important I won't do what I threaten but you should know I always keep my word. All I've seen so far are rude guests who were wrecking my home. You've offered nothing but some vague story of all reality being threatened. I hear people make that sort of threat every other month and usually it's nothing but insane bluster," Clark retorts.

"You're right, Kal," Rokk says. "We apologise," he offers, sounding contrite.

Clark focusses in on him. "Why do you keep calling me Kal?" he asks. "That sounds like we know each other."

"We do...sorta," Rokk answers. "It's complicated."

"Uncomplicate it."

"The Legion was created to carry on Superman's legacy. Your legacy. Everything we do we do to honour you."

"By invading my home? By starting a fight? By wrecking my home?" Clark asks sceptically because that's not something Clark would do. It's just so rude.

"Sorry. We were in a rush," Rokk apologises. "To protect you from him," he says, nodding his head to his right, indicating Kang.

"So you keep saying," Clark points out. "And who are you, Kang?" he wants to know, turning his gaze to the man in the purple and green armour.

"I am Kang. That is all I need to say," he replies.

"He's the ruler of the Earth in the 41st century," Imra answers for him.

Clark observes closely Kang to see if the man objects to that. He doesn't so Clark guesses that it is true. "A thousand years further ahead than you," he remarks.

Rokk nods. "Kang the Conqueror. Ruler of Earth and when that wasn't enough he reached out into the stars and conquered himself an interstellar empire and when that wasn't enough he set about becoming the Conqueror of Time itself. Exploring different timelines, alternative realities, anything that could pose a challenge for him to overcome."

"Because it's no fun if it's too easy," Garth sneers at that in disgust, mocking what Kang claims.

"No matter how much he conquers it's never enough for him," Rokk explains what sort of man Kang is.

"Which is why I have more to lose than anyone and why I will ensure this approaching catastrophe must be prevented," Kang argues that what he is makes him somehow more trustworthy.

Clark sighs and rubs his head. Is it for him to judge how someone acts 2 millennia from now? Ok, ok let him bring this back to what Kang was saying when he first appeared. Prioritise. Work through one thing at a time. "Lets start again. There is some sort of threat to reality. That true?"

"Yes. That part is true," Kang answers. "Even they won't deny it but to explain it fully you must release me and I can show you."

"Show what? Your lies, your manipulations," Garth insinuates.

"Then come with me and Kal-El. If I'm lying you can say so but all I'm going to show him is the truth of his situation, of his reality. Something you would be forced to do as well, I just don't bother with...what's the phrase...sugar-coating it?"

Clark looks back and forth. What choice does he have? "Fortress," he speaks up. "Release containment fields," he orders...and the fields release. Oh what was that? Well without Jor-El the Fortress still has its own operating system. It's just not as sophisticated and is not really a true AI. It means Clark will have to be up here more often to adjust and maintain it...without truly understanding everything about it or his people's science. Not only was he still only part way through his lessons he now can't be certain everything 'Jor-El' taught him was accurate or correct considering how corrupted the program was. Isn't Clark's life great?

If there was such a thing as a sarcasm detector Clark would have just overloaded it right there.

"Well please begin, Kang," Clark requests.

Kang bows his head slightly in acquiescence. He presses a button on his belt and all 5 vanish from the Fortress and appear in orbit above the Earth. Some sort of teleport. "You world," Kang explains what it is.

"Yes, I've seen the view before. It's very nice," Clark says somewhat flippantly.

"Your world is merely one of many," Kang continues.

Clark looks and blinks as the Earth blurs and then there are 2 planets...which blur until there are 4 and on and on it goes. Earth after Earth spilling out in a spiral pattern until there are 52 of them.

"The local multiverse," Kang explains. "52 universes held in perfect balance inside a...bubble I think is the easiest image for you to grasp."

"Local multiverse?" Clark queries.

"Hmm, yes they congregate in bubbles of 52. This is the one you reside in. To cross over to another bubble with its 52 is much harder than to travel from one world to another within the local group."

"I mean I know the theory," Clark says, having read up on it.

"There is a large difference between theory and reality," Kang points out.

Clark looks at the Legion.

"He's correct," Imra is forced to say and agree with Kang.

"Lets us begin," Kang says as he peers into the distance as if looking for something. "Now where are you?" he asks. "Ah! There we are!" he points. "You see those 2 ghostly images at the far end?" he asks.

Clark looks. At the very far end of the spiral are two Earths...but they're like ghosts. Transparent. Almost as if they're not there. "What's wrong with them?"

"They are ceasing to exist. They are echoes of realities destroyed. Which is a problem since there must be 52 worlds to keep the balance. Knock even one out and creation becomes unbalanced. That imbalance will spread, you will have incursions. One reality colliding into another and destroying both and on and on it will go, breaching the bubbles, worlds smashing together until all is gone...unless we fix it," Kang more or less gets around to explaining what the threat to reality is.

"Not sure what this has to do with me," Clark muses.

"I'll get to that," Kang promises. "First that echo. We must go there," he says as he point to one world. He then teleports them, accelerating past the other Earths until they plunge down into the echo one.

Clark finds himself alongside the others floating above what is the Sphinx atop its high-tech pyramid. Kang opens 3 portals through which you can see the 3 other pyramids and a 4th one of the inside of the Sphinx pyramid too.

Clark blinks at the familiar scene. It's the battle against Apocalypse and the Horsemen he just went through.

"This is familiar to you, of course," Kang states. "But can you tell the differences," he requests.

Clark closely examines all of it...and quickly discerns the differences. "I'm not a Horseman," he says. In fact he's not here at all. "Mystique is," he spots...and the groups fighting them are all different," he also spots. Down in the Sphinx it is just Logan, Scott and Kurt fighting Mystique. In Mexico it's Kitty, Wanda, Warren, Roberto and Alex. For China it's Spyke, Beast, Berzerker and Iceman and finally in Egypt it's Amara, Jean, Tabby, Piotr and Jamie.

Where is his sister and Peter or Andrea or Victor or Bart or a whole host of other people he knows?

"In this world you do not exist," Kang tells him. "Nor does Smallville. This is the original shape of reality."

"I don't understand," Clark confesses.

"I know," Kang replies. "But we'll get there I promise...and look how silent the mighty Legion are," he has to mock how they've not argue so far once with what he is doing.

"We're watching you, Kang," Rokk assures him...but there is nothing to say so far since Kang is telling it as it is.

Kang chuckles briefly. As if they are the slightest threat to him. "Whilst the players are different, the outcome of the battle is the same," he reports as time accelerates around them, pushing it to the conclusion with Rogue defeating Apocalypse and sending him into the cracks of time.

"It has many names, the non-space between realities. The Void, the Bleed, the Howling, whatever name you give it, it is the medium in which all 52 realities reside but it is also what separates them, keeps them apart. It is the medium into which Apocalypse fell. Alive but unable to manifest in any reality. He flickered between this one of his origin and one other. The other ghost world. Now this one you will find particularly interesting Kal-El," Kang says in a tone that makes Clark frown. Pressing another switch on his belt the group are teleported to that other reality.

By the way Clark is observing closely everything Kang does, learning about the functions and capabilities of his armour. It's impressive stuff. Clearly technology far in advanced of anything he has seen beyond what resides inside the Fortress itself and even then it's not far off that.

When they appear on the other world it is very familiar. "Smallville," Clark says. More precisely his farm. "So in the future you know who I am," he figures out.

"Oh yeah!" Garth says excitedly. "We grow up learning everything about you. There's this rad museum..."

"Garth!" Rokk snaps, stopping his fellow Legionnaire from spilling more.

Clark's eyebrows rise. "Museum?" he queries, befuddled, unsure what to make of that. He has a museum? This is stuff he probably shouldn't know.

Kang is checking some sort of reading out on a holographic display on his right wrist. "We're getting close to the full explanation," he says. "This..." he gestures around him. "This should have been your life, Kal-El," he tells him.

"What?" Clark just asks it, patently lost.

Kang inputs something into that display on his wrist. "I'm going to contract your life story into a few minutes so pay attention," he says in a slightly condescending tone.

It's like the world is warped, pulled around them in a ball and Clark's eyes can't turn away as he sees clearly what is some version of his life. Crashing down in Smallville, his parents finding him, growing up, the meteor infected...it's all identical until after that summer he ran away. Up until Professor Xavier showed up.

In the world he is witnessing there is no Professor Xavier or it seems mutants...at least in the sense he understands them. There are some similar things. Bart, Vic, AC, Andrea...he sees his meetings with them play out in similar ways though with many, many differences. He sees himself make the choice to use his powers to help people...and end up battling many foes. Becoming a symbol for truth and justice.

That at least doesn't change.

He doesn't know why exactly but Kang continues to show him what is essentially the future. An older him...working at the Daily Planet...getting married to...who is that?

Oh dear sweet Rao!

No way.

Can't be.

Not her.

Not the most irritating woman he knows.

Clark Kent would never marry Lois Lane.

Clark looks at the 3 Legionnaires. "Is this what inspires you in the 31st century? This...version of me?"

"More or less," Rokk answers honestly. "It's never just that simple."

Clark knows that too well. "Why are you showing me this?" he asks, turning his attention back to Kang.

"To show you what is at stake. These worlds are almost gone but not quite. The fact we can still visit them is proof they can be pulled back. The moment...the event that led to their end hasn't played out quite yet. They're stuck in, simple terms, a paradox that has yet to unravel."

"And what event is that?"

Kang brings up a holographic representation this time in front of all of them. "Apocalypse. Trapped in his vessel, travelling through the Void. He's still conscious and fully aware. Eventually he frees himself from the Eye of Ages and sets about repairing the vessel," he explains what the images show. "However, no matter what he tries he can't free himself from being trapped between these two worlds so he turns his focus to studying them, hoping to find something he can use to free himself and return to the waking world...either world. In the process he discovers the Source Wall!" Kang announces it in grand terms as he projects an image all around them. It's an image of a monumental structure in space, stretching as far as can be seen and embedded in this are countless stone images of beings of all sizes and sorts.

"And what is the Source Wall?" Clark asks.

"It's the outer boundary of the known Multiverse," Imra responds. "Its edge. Beyond that is...can only be guessed at but as the name implies it is believed to be the Source."

"The Source?"

"Of all Creation!" Garth exclaims in awe and wonder.

"As you can imagine the prospect of having such power attracts despots and tyrants of all kinds," Rokk relays its temptations. "But none of them have ever found a way through. Instead the Wall becomes their prison."

"Those figures?" Clark queries.

"Tyrants, despots, would be conquerors and the last resting place for Old Gods whose names have been forgotten and lost. What is a God if there is no-one to worship it? When their time passes they are pulled irresistibly into the Wall...almost as if the Source beyond is reclaiming the power it gifted them."

"And Apocalypse tried to claim this power," Clark assumes.

"Naturally," Kang says as if it is an obvious thing.

"Have you?" Clark asks, peering at him closely.

Kang laughs dismissively. "I don't follow foolish promises of power. Unlike so many others Kang will not fall prey to that most sweet of honey traps."

Now why doesn't Clark quite believe him, hmm? Never mind. "Apocalypse?" he returns to.

Kang changes the image to show the diamond shaped vessel rushing toward the Source Wall. "Apocalypse did what none had done before...he breached the wall," he relays.

Clark watches as the vessel punches a hole right through...and energy...pure brilliant energy pours out.

"Only problem was that Apocalypse was still flittering between these two worlds I have shown you. The barriers between them and the Wall were ruptured. The energies released, the energies of Creation itself poured into the two worlds and what was two was remade into one."

"Yet the two still exist...in a way," Clark points out and then shakes his head in confusion.

"Yes. Wonderful paradox isn't it," Kang praises it.

"I hate temporal mechanics," Clark mutters because 'Jor-El' had tried to teach him it and it gave him a migraine.

"The new world created, the paradox, the anomaly...your universe Kal-El. The merging of two entire realities into one. Blended together with many unpredictable results, unique, different, unlike any other world," Kang explains it to him, explains what Clark's reality is and how it came to be.

"But that means there should be 53 worlds and not the 52 you showed me," Clark argues.

"But that's again the paradox Kal-El. Your world exists, yet it doesn't. Two worlds should have been annihilated, yet they aren't quite yet. You see the imbalance that is tumbling toward us. As long as the paradox exists reality is holding together...just However, the paradox will eventually unravel and when it does so so will all of reality with it. This is the threat we are all facing."

"And how do we stop it?" Clark asks. "I assume you came to me because you have a plan of some sort."

The 3 Legionnaires expressions go extremely grim at the question. "We were hoping to break that to you gently," Rokk demurs.

Kang snorts. "Gentle or not he must be told the truth."

"What truth?" Clark wants to know, slightly annoyed he's being talked about instead of talked to.

Kang, who clearly has no care of Clark's feelings, is the one who answers. "The paradox, Kal-El. Apocalypse both has and has not breached the Source Wall. We can intercept him, stop the rupture, restore the two worlds nearly lost..."

"And mine will cease to exist," Clark works out. "I'll cease to exist...at least this version of me," it dawns on him.

That's why the Legion were trying to break it to him more gently. Imra looks at him very sadly. "If there was another way, Kal we would have offered it," she points out.

"But there is not. Stop standing there and pretending you're being nice or kind. It's just dishonest...which is suppose to be against your Code as I recall," Kang demeans them. "This is how it must be, for all our survivals," he states, radiating an authority only a man in his vaunted position can.

"As if we trust you!" Rokk spits back furiously. "Who knows what is going on in your twisted head, Kang!"

"I would not risk my own survival, boy," Kang argues back as if the leader of the Legion was an idiot...which in Kang's opinion he is.

Clark whistles loudly again to stop them before they start round 2. "I'm assuming there's a reason you need me," he deduces from the fact they came to him.

"Yes," Kang confirms. "The event of Apocalypse's breach is surrounded in a Time Lock neither myself nor the Legion can break. Your uniqueness...as a resident of the paradox reality combined with your unique Kryptonian biology that allows you to process all forms of radiation and energy makes you the one most likely to be able to breach the wall of the...lets call it bubble and get us within striking distance. Remember it is my vessel. I know how to destroy it easily and quickly. Destroy it and save reality. Sounds simple when you say it like that doesn't it."

"So let me summarise this. You are asking me to voluntarily erase myself and everyone and everything I know to save the rest of the Multiverse. That right?" Clark asks them to make sure he's got this.

"Well..." Garth demurs not wanting to say it.

Kang has no such qualms. "A very distinct summary, Kal-El. Yes. That is what must be done."

Clark bows his head, shuts his eyes and thinks over all of this. Is sacrificing one reality and all its inhabitants a sacrifice that must be made to save the countless trillions in multiple universes? Though in fact you could argue that no-one would be sacrificed because this act would restore them in their proper separate universes.

But everything Clark knows would be gone and despite it all it's his world, his friends...but is he willing to risk the consequences of what these people say will happen for his own selfish wants?

Or is the better question does Clark really care about carrying on, burdened by the guilt and darkness now within him after Apocalypse changed him into a Horseman?

He has to make a decision. He opens his eyes and looks up. "Very well," he agrees to their proposal. "What is it we need to do?"

To see Kang's holographic image was one thing. To actually stand in the shadow of the Source Wall was quite another. To stand in front of this megalith that stretches as far as Clark can see in every direction. And embedded on the wall like stone statues are Old Gods, wannabe Gods, the dictators, the despots or those who were just plain mad enough to attempt to learn the secret that lies beyond this monumental epitaph to those that once possessed unimaginable power and those whose greed sought such power. There are so many they cannot be counted.

"Humbling isn't it," Kang comments. "Some of these beings were once the most powerful in all creation. Compared to them we are naught but insects yet here they are, caught in their final resting place, turned to stone, their powers long ago leached away."

"Everything ends," Clark remarks.

"True. At its proper time and place," Kang would concede with the slight modification. "What we are about to undertake is ensuring that everything ends the natural way it is suppose to. Not because of Apocalypse's folly," he decrees.

"Get on with it, Kang," Rokk says impatiently, his mistrust of the warlord quite clear. Just because they agree on what needs to be done doesn't mean he doesn't think Kang would pull something if given half a chance because the opposite is true. Rokk completely believes Kang would try something. The only question is what...and that is something he cannot know. Not even Imra can know because Kang's mental defences are too strong even for the telepathic resident of Titan.

Kang bites back any sort of retort and raises his hand. A blast of energy is emitted which travels through space until it defuses around some invisible field. "There. There's the temporal disruption caused by Apocalypse's actions. Within it is the paradox, the pocket of time where the version of Apocalypse from the ghost realm interacts with the wall. Once we breach it we'll appear before he impacts the wall. Then we simply have to intercept and stop my vessel and we'll restore all back to the condition it should be."

"So you think my biology can help penetrate this barrier?" Clark asks them to confirm.

"It should be able to absorb the energy the barrier is composed of and create a hole," Kang confirms. "Though to help..." he starts to remove his gauntlets, "put these on. My gauntlets can help the conversion. It'll increase our chances," he explains.

Clark eyes them warily but since he's agreed to do this he guesses he should take any help he can get so he takes the gauntlets and puts them on. "So precisely what do I do?" he wants to know.

"Go up to the barrier and simply try to pry a hole in it," Kang explains, making it sound very simple. "The gauntlets combined with your biological ability to process the energy should make it possible...thought not easy...and there may be some severe discomfort for you."

"You mean it'll hurt," Clark realises.

"Yes."

"And you only mention this now?!" Clark says exasperated.

Kang shrugs. "Didn't seem relevant," he dismisses it as nothing.

Garth coughs, aiming a look at Rokk as if to say this proves what they've been saying all along about Kang.

Rokk agrees...except they have limited options. This is the future of all Creation they're trying to save.

Clark shakes his head. He knows the stakes...or at least he knows what he's been told the stakes are. They're not necessarily the same thing. He floats over to this barrier, raises his hands and tries to pry it open.

Energy sparks from it like lightning, striking him hard, making him grit his teeth to stop crying out in pain...but he does start to feel it, the energy surging into his body...only it's far different compared to say the feel of the sun upon him.

Clark pours all his strength into it, the barrier weakens and in essence he tears space-time apart.

"He's done it!" Garth cheers.

"Yes," Kang acknowledges with a certain gleam in his eyes. "Yes he has."

"Now!" Rokk shouts as he flies toward the gap. Imra, Garth and Kang follow him through the tear and Clark slips in behind them.

To be honest inside the bubble looks exactly like outside the bubble. Space and the Source Wall overshadowing him.

"I assume we're ahead of Apocalypse's arrival," Clark comments.

"He'll be here shortly," Kang confirms, his tone arrogant and aloof.

Clark frowns. Something about Kang's...aura lets call it, has changed.

"There's enough time," Kang continues.

"For what?"

"To be rid of you fools!" Kang virtually hisses that nastily. He presses a switch on his armour...and unimaginable pain tears through Clark...as the energy in his body is forcibly pulled into the gauntlets.

"I knew it!" Garth spits.

"Legion, attack!" Rokk orders as the 3 fly at Kang.

Kang rolls his eyes. "Oh, please," he dismisses the pitifulness of it all. One press of a switch later, the golden rings on the 3 fingers of the 3 Legionnaires glow and they freeze, completely, right where they are. Kang stretches out his hands and his gauntlets de-materialise off Clark's hands and reappear on his own.

"W-what...?" Clark strains to say.

"Oh, what have I done?" Kang assumes is the question. "For those 3," he virtually spits out disdain. "Their time rings use technology that is, by my time, 1000years antiquated. They sit in museums. I studied them when I was a child. I know exactly how they work...and exactly how to hijack their functions. They're not dead in case you're wondering. They're suspended in a singular moment of time."

Clark can barely move himself. He might as well be suspended.

"As for you, Kal-El..." Kang's lips curl up in a triumphant grin. "The second you put my gauntlets on they began to scan and study you, learn how your body processes energy and then when the time was right I reversed it...and took your power from you."

"Why?"

"Because now I can copy that function of your biology, to absorb and process energy. When Apocalypse breaches the Wall I will use that ability to absorb the energy, the energy of Creation itself. With it I will then be able to reshape all of reality to my own design. I will be God!" he states, sounding quite mad with lust for power.

Clark's eyes spot a flash in the distance...that soon takes a diamond shape.

"And here comes my destiny," Kang comments as he spots Apocalypse and his vessel. "Bear witness, Kal-El, to my final triumph, my ultimate conquest. There is no-one and nothing that can stop me!" he proclaims. He then looks at Clark with a sick smile. "And I couldn't have done it without you," he throws the deliberate compliment knowing how Clark will interpret it. The opposite way.

Clark has his hand in his jacket to his chest, pain leeching through his body. Right this second, as much as he hates to admit it, he doesn't see how Kang can be stopped.

Author's Note: The Local Multiverse has a name. It's the Ben10987654321 multiverse, or in other words it's the universe that contains all my stories...and doing a quick count I think so far I count about 27 of them...though I may have miscounted. Anyway it's about there give or take 1 or 2. The point is I was trying to merge Marvel's infinite multiverse or omniverse with DC's limited 52 worlds multiverse by saying that they congregate in bubbles of 52 and out there are many, possibly, infinite bubbles of 52 worlds. Of course Kang had an ulterior motive. You expected less? Thanks to everyone who wrote reviews. Next up; Can Kang be stopped before he does indeed become God?