The Man Inside the Legend

Foreword: UNBETA'd SORRY!!!

Okay this is almost exactly what my mind translated this part of the movie into...no I am FREAKING serious....it follows really closely. I wrote this almost immediately after I watched SR, but its been left on the back burner for ever(I have about 5 times what is written here down in a note book waiting to be typed up) but now I"m finally getting to it.

Please enjoy!!!!

"talking"
'thinking'


A Day To die For

After just rescuing Louis and her family Superman is feeling relieved that even though he had chosen to save metropolis first he was still able to save those closest to him, ready now to put an end to whatever insane scheme Lex Luthor has come up with this time. Confident in his powers and that he is on the side of Right he doesn't worry about being able to foul up his nemesis's plans.

Speeding across the water towards the dark, foreboding storm above an island, Superman recognizes the crystalline structures of the island that can only be of kryptonian design. 'What are you doing this time Luthor?' Wonders Superman as he sets down on the island. Looking about himself he wonders if he has landed on Krypton, the resemblance to his dead home world is eerie. 'What insanity drives you to this Lex, why recreate a dead world, MY dead world?' His thoughts are interrupted by a voice Superman has come to know all too well.

"See anything familiar?" The voice echoes across the desolate island reverberating off of tall crystalline towers. The voice grates on Superman's nerves, turning around slowly towards the voice he watches four men step out from behind different towers moving to surround him.

"I see an old man's sick joke." Superman replies as he watches the four obviously up-to-something thugs close in. One is holding a video camera, there is no telling what he is planning on taping.

"Really? Because I see my new apartment." Taunts the bald man. "And a place for Kitty, and one for my friends, and the ones over there I'll rent out." Smiling broadly in an obvious attempt to draw Superman's ire and succeeding.

Superman advances up natural crystal steps towards Lex Luthor, pausing upon recognizing the woman standing off and behind the bald villain. 'Why are women drawn to such men? Do they not realize they will only bring pain and sorrow to their lives?' Superman looks at her, disappointment clearly written on his face, she merely shrugs it off.

"But you know maybe you're right, you know maybe its a little...cold...It's a...what's the word I'm searching for...its a little alien." Taunts Lex Luthor with a tilt to his head, as Superman draws near. "It lacks that...human touch." Voice dripping with sarcasm as he smirks straight to Superman's face.

Alot of bravo in the face of the most powerful being on the planet, you had to hand it to him for having the balls to do it so often, balls, a touch of insanity and a heavy helping of megalomania.

Ignoring the jibe aimed as his unique heritage Superman gets straight to the point.

"You have something of mine." The criminal mastermind stares down the caped man in front of him when he refuses to rise and play his twisted game. Determined blue eyes stare into unblinking black as they weigh one another. The blue eyes peer into dark depths trying to get inside, past the insanity to see what possible trump will be pulled against him. Jet black eyes flash in triumph as a drop of sweat slowly trickles down the side of Superman's face. The older man rears back and punches straight into the 'S' on the hero's chest sending him flying breaking crystal structures along the way. He rolls down the entire length of stairs stopping on his back.

Confused eyes look up into the stormy sky, unable to comprehend what just happened.

'What the..how did he get so strong? That's impossible, no human could hurt me like that!' Thinks the prone hero, mind in disarray from the shock and pain of the hit. 'Pain' The superhero rolls onto his hands and knees slowly attempting to get up despite the ache when he realizes his folly too late, far too late. 'Kryptonite' The signature green glow of his bane emits erily out from a crevice beneath him.

"~Krrrrryptonite!~" Lex Luthor practically sings, rolling the delicious word of torment off his tongue as he struts down the staircase. A gleeful smile dripping with venom. He is now the one advancing and holding all the cards.

Blue eyes widen when he shakily turns his hand over to see blood drip from his finger tips.

"You're asking yourself," The bald man pauses to kick his prey fiercely in the face knocking him over back onto his back. "Didn't your dad ever teach you to LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP?!" Lex yells out punctuating each word with a brutal kick to the stomach, sending waves of pain throughout Superman's body drawing a grunt out of him as the last vicious blow to the ribs sends him rolling back to the ground on his back.

Sadistic glee fills Lex Luthor's eyes as he gazes down upon his greatest enemy withering in pain as he tries to rise, only to fall back harshly against stone. The villain in the suit leans over his prey in delight.

"Crystals, amazing aren't they? They absorb the traits of the minerals around them. Kinda like a son inheriting the traits of his FATHER!" He verbally strikes out as he emphasizes the last word with a powerful kick into bruised ribs no doubt at least cracking one. Lex's expression is filled with mad rage as he stands and turns away. "You took away five years of my life...I'm just returning the FAVOR!" Screams out Lex as he turns to stomp the man in blue further into the ground. Using nearly all of his remaining strength, Superman catches the kick before it can land.

A few moments of struggling to not be stamped into the rocks quickly drains his remaining strength. 'Damn you Luthor, damn you and that kryptonite. I've never been so weak.' A large hand covers his vision as it clamps across his face interrupting the struggle. A large man in a long black trench coat drags Superman away easily with only one hand holding his face. The captive hero struggles in vain with ever weakening arms trying to pry the big hand off, only succeeding in tiring himself out even further. The large man in the black coat drops his arm around his captive's neck twisting and turning Superman's body around ruthlessly.

"Superman huh? Some Superman." Laughs out the man in a deep british accent. Holding him out with one arm the man begins to punch Superman. Blow after blow rains down upon bruised ribs sending shock waves of pain throughout his body.

Lex Luthor watches on with hatred in his eyes as the 'great' Superman is beat senseless by a petty thug. "How far have we fallen?" Lex asks in disgust.

Tiring of his punching bag the large man in black hurls his toy with a grunt into a wall of kryptonite crystal breaking the wall along with several of the limp man's ribs.

Unable to watch the abuse Kitty runs off to hide where the cries of pain cannot reach her. She turns away just as Superman begins to scrabble across the ground, desperately seeking escape. 'Sick, this is just so sick!' She hurries away hands covering her ears, and eye averted.

'Get away, I've got to get away.' Superman thinks rapidly and repeatadily as he scrabbles on his elbows over kryptonite littered ground. Not even enough strength to stand, he crawls across the kryptonite shards that dig into his flesh, tearing it open letting some of his lifeblood flow free. Two other men long forgotten from Superman's thoughts step closer with grins so full of evil and carnal joy at his pain and suffering that it chills even his inhuman blood. The man who hurled him has an expression that borders on hunger as he throws off his trench coat and advances on his wounded prey trying to crawl away.

Black combat boots splash water in front of Superman's eyes, two more pairs of boots splash on either side of the desperate man in blue. One boot stomps down on the small of Superman's back pushing him down into a pool of ice cold water as another delivers a kick to his left side with steel toed boots sending all the air out from the man's lungs in a pained grunt. The same boot lashes out again with a resounding crack, as ribs give under the assault.

'Go go..got to get off...away from kryptonite' Echoes brokenly in Superman's pain clouded mind as he flails weakly in the pool of water striving to get towards the edge of the island and away from the pain. Fingers beginning to numb with pain and the chill of the water reach out of the water grasping at the ground, before the hand can reach a perch it is pulled up and away as the two tormentors at his sides grab his arms and lift him up to his knees. His black hair drips water stinging his eyes as it travels down his bowed head.

Blue eyes watch as a the pair of boots get closer and stop just in front of his face. Strong hands enter his vision as they wrap around his head lifting it up. A large swollen cock fills his vision. All thoughts of escaping leave his mind, his heart goes cold with fear of what is about to happen. For the first time in his life, true fear fills his blue eyes, but his fear just seems to excite the predators around him more. Closing his eyes Superman steels himself and musters up his strength of will.

Blue eyes reopen filled with rage and radiating strength, daring the men to just try anything if they dare. For a moment or two time seems to stop at the battle of wills. The fierce unearthly blue eyes are almost enough to get the three men to back off in fear.

Almost.

A bark of laughter issues from the man in front of him breaking the silence and and cracks apart Superman's hastily railed defenses.

"Look at him, he thinks he can stop us." Laughs out the lead man as he moves in closer. "Now be a good bitch and open wide." Grins the man as he presents his weeping cock to be sucked. The captive man's jaw tightens in defiance. "Wrong answer." The man slams his fist into the held man's gut forcing all the air out from battered lungs in a cry of pain. "Going to teach you real good." The man says stroking his cock slightly before shoving it down Superman's throat. Before the gaging man can even begin to bite down the other two men grind bits of kryptonite into the flesh of his shoulders sapping out all his strength and driving all coherent thought from his mind as a scream tries to tear its way past his lips, only to choke on the dick down his throat.

"Ahh yeah, that's right, scream for me baby." Growls out out the man in ecstasy as he pumps in and out of the tight throat constricting his cock and vibrating with unleashed cries. Raising in tempo the man grunts loudly cuming down Superman's throat. He pulls out quickly as one of the other men is eager to take his turn. Its not long before the three have spent themselves and used up their plaything. The last man to take his pleasure leans down pulling Superman's face up to his by the wet hair on the back of his head.

"Who would have thought those self righteous lips would look so damn good swollen and covered in cum from sucking my cock." Flicking out a tongue he laps up blood from a wound on the side of Superman's face. "You loved it didn't you." Whispers the man into a pale mud stained ear, "Slut." And the man suddenly knees the man in blue hard in the stomach.

The battered and dirty hero groans in pain as he collapses back into the pool of water splashing the feet of the three men around him. His face is still under water when the first of many kicks rain down upon him cracking if not breaking more of his ribs. The soaked victim grunts out his air and inhales water and kryptonite particle sending him into body wracking convulsions. His body rejecting the lethal toxin triggers him to violently vomit into the pool of water making the men around him laugh.

"Can't take a little cum, poor baby." Mocks one of the men sending the others into another laughing fit. Silently Lex Luthor strides over to them men surround the shaking body of his enemy. "Looks like you need to freshen up." A man grabs the back of Superman's head and dunks his head into the pool of water and holds it down.

'This can't be it!' Screams Superman's mind as he flails and thrashes trying to get to air. Without any strength he pulls at the hands holding him down, they keep him under effortlessly, drowning him.

Lex Luthor motions the men down and like well bred dogs they release Superman and step back, waiting to see their master's vengeance. Wasting no time Superman crawls out of the pool coughing up water from his badly damaged lungs.

"Pathetic." Lex sneers as he stalks the crawling form. Grabbing the red cape he pulls the younger man into an embrace while pulling the shard of pure kryptonite from his suit pocket. Holding Superman's back against his chest he pulls the shard into his nemesis's view, delighting as the spark of hope dies in his rival's eyes.

"The whole world will know who defeated you, who defeated the great Superman. "Don't be afraid this will only hurt terribly." Lex teases while dragging the kryptonite across the 'S' on Superman's chest drawing lines of blood in the shape of the double 'L' he is infamous for. The man in his arms cries out at the searing pain tearing at his heart. "Oh did I forget something...oh yes I remember now, a little reminder of your past mistake of not joining me."

Switching arms to hold the capped man to his chest Lex Luthor slides down the lower half of the red and blue suit revealing pale skin. Without warning he drives himself in to the hilt and ripping another cry of agony from bruised lips.

"First time? Why am I not surprised? But don't you worry, I'll be sure to make it special." Growls Lex as he pounds into the tight heat roughly. Insides tear from the sudden and violent intrusion, slicking his passage with his own blood. He cries out in time with each violent thrust into his body. Grunting with the exertion Lex Luthor pulls back almost completely out for one last powerful thrust coinciding with stabbing the shard into Superman's back. They both cry out in unison, one in perverse rapture the other in mind shattering agony.

"Just think, had you chosen differently that could have been a scream of ecstasy instead of agony." Whispers Lex Luthor into the young man's ear before twisting the shard inside him and sending the scream of agony to new peaks. "Now fly." Lex spits out in disgust as he breaks the shard within Superman's back and releasing him to fall limply face first into a shallow pool of water. The bald man moves back, watching, waiting for the stabbed hero to move.

Wave after unending wave of searing pain erupts from the wound in his back, it were as if a fire was burning him from the inside out. Slowly Superman rises shakily to his knees panting and wheezing as the burning poison of kryptonite eats through him. Defiantly he stands up and slowly turns around still wheezing to face his tormentor, giving him one last defiant glare. Luthor just raises his arms out with a smug expression waiting. Legs give out from underneath him and Superman stumbles backwards off the cliff hundreds of feet into the icy waters below.

Rubbing the broken shard lovingly Lex Luthor watches the limp man fall, cape billowing slightly until he hits the ocean water with a splash.

"So long Superman."

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