A/N This is the crazy ninja comin back at ya with another one-shot, a little darker than the last. Read along as Clark is found in pain and alone. Keep reviewing open for all you haters to criticize. :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything to do with Superman. except the pajamas i bought. they came with a cape. its pretty cool. like me. and like you. jk XD

Superman collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. His body lay limp on the ground clearly in such turmoil that the sight of it could not be embodied by mere words. Superman had never been seen at such a low. The entirety of his being was in such a great amount of pain, a great amount of grief, and a great amount of despair. He screamed out once more, praying for someone to find him. But there was not a single soul in sight. He was alone, in the presense of his own being, and he hated it.

He was beaten to the point of death, a crushing weight could still be felt against his side as he doubled over and clenched his jaw. His skull was fractured and he could not remember how he had gotten this bad. But he remembered before. He remembered the people of the city, his job at the daily planet, Jimmy, His parents in Smallville, and he remembered Lois. How he wished she could be with him now. Her soft touch against his tattered remains, giving him some shock of life and a will to live. He couldn't die now. He had to see her again. He had to see his son. Jason was the only one who understood him, who knew who he was. He was more than mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent,he was more than anyone else knew. He couldn't die now. He couldn't leave them.

Clark now realized a gashing cut across his cheekbone. It was sore on the eyes, and sore to the touch. He had never felt pain this severe before. He had never been hurt like this before. I can't leave them. These words continually flashed through Clark's mind. He couldn't die here on the ground, a bent over wreck, secluded and alone.

The cut on his face bled a warm red on the edges, a familiar sight for any toddler, but an unheard of event for the Man of Steel. A deep red liquid began to eep through the spread apart flash of his face. The slight flow caused the fluid to gather on the tip of the cut, and then run down the side of Clark's face to the tip of his nose. It idled here for a moment, the moment of which Clark marveled at its shear ability to incapsulate the escense of reality, slipping away with each passing second, everyone of us grasping at it as if to accomplish something, yet everytime it touches a single outstretched hand, its flow merely grows stronger and with quicker speed. This thought amazingly let Clark step out of the agonizing pain he felt for the breifest passing second to show him how much the world needed a hero, how much the world needed a savior, how much the world needed Superman.

The blood was met by another drop, and it fell for a passing moment in which time seemingly slowed down. Clark watched as it descended to its fate, its fall met by a single tear trickling from Clark's eye. This one warm, crimson colored drop of blood embodied everything Clark had believed in, everything he fought and lived for, and he was finally at peace. The drop hit the floor and the peace of the moment disrupted. But Clark was content, and he closed his eyes and was swept away into the black embrace of nothingness.

Ta-Da! hope you liked this one-shot, i will try to keep uploading stories. until next time my minions :)