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[color=0054a6][center][h2]Justice League Origins[/h2][/center][/color]

"Bruno Mannheim was found guilty in court today after four months of trials and appeals." Clark stood on top of a large skyscraper watching the Daily Planet news station on an apartment television in the adjacent building. The last four months had gone decently well, by now everyone in Metropolis had seen proof of his existence. Some saw him as a hero, others saw him as a menace. During this time he had stopped two bank robberies, cleaned up the remnants of Mannheim's operations, and stopped a public transport train from derailing. All of this without blowing his identity. 

Finally Clark decided he had enough of Mannheim's trial and returned to his patrol. Buildings raced by as he flew over the city, he was getting better at flying but could still only do so in short bursts without losing balance and running head on into a building. 

A loud explosion sound distracted Clark from his patrol, he turned around to see a large fire coming from the direction of City Hall. In less than two minutes he was there the building was completely covered in flames and neither the police nor the fire department had responded. Two figures stood at the top of the marble stairs leading to the doors. They were each around seven feet tall with a metallic exoskeleton and some kind of cannon attached to their arms. They spoke to each other in an incomprehensible alien language.

[color=ed1c24]"Hey!"[/color] Was all Superman could get out before the robotic villains turned around. Before he could react, a red beam hit him center mass sending him flying ten feet back and into a parked car. [i][color=ed1c24]That actually hurt.[/color][/i] One of Clark's attackers rushed towards him closing the distance in less than a second. He was hit by a robotic fist which made a loud cracking sound. Superman reacted as swiftly as he could with an uppercut sending the machine high into the air. He jumped up grabbing his opponent and threw it head first onto the street creating a small crater where it landed. He had forgotten about the other machine, it tackled him midair and the two crashed into the lobby of a skyscraper across the street. The people inside panicked. They pushed over each other on the way out of the building. Clark couldn't even hear their screams over the beating he was receiving.

[color=a2d39c]"Neutralize specimen: Kryptonian!!"[/color] The machine kept repeating as it landed blow after blow on Clark. [color=a2d39c]"Process region: Metropolis. Process region: Gotham. Process region: Coast City."[/color] More were gathering in the street. They were gathering people and flying off with them. Others simply left, probably heading to the various other cities they were to 'process.'

Clark had enough, he threw up his arms in an attempt to block the attacks from his enemy and closed his eyes. When he opened them again they glowed a bright red and shot lasers through his attacker's head causing it to explode. He sat up, eyes still open and destroyed three more of the machines with a sweeping motion of his head that was more luck than aim. He didn't even realize that he was screaming until his closed his eyes again. [I][color=ed1c24]It won't stop.[/color][/I]

Superman felt yet another hit followed by a blast from an arm cannon. He was knocked out of the building and hit by a racing police car. When he opened his eyes, the street was in anarchy. The police were trying to evacuate the fleeing civilians while the machines murdered or captured anyone they could get their hands on. The police were to busy to worry about Clark, but the robots seemed to be targeting him. He jammed his fist through the chest of the one flying towards him and pulled out various circuits from the inside.

[color=ed1c24]”What are you?”[/color] He asked as he did his best to fight out the ever increasing number of machines. Two more beams hit him square on, he was running out of energy. 

[color=a2d39c]”We are perfection.”[/color] one said as it sent him flying into another building. [color=a2d39c]”We are intelligence”[/color] said another. Clark ripped off it's arm and used it to beat another into the ground. [color=a2d39c]”We are harmony”[/color] A metal pole stabbed through Clark's shoulder. It sent a searing white pain throughout his body, he had never felt worse. Without thinking he activated his heat vision again. The beams from his eyes cut through numerous robots as they attacked him. A white bolt of electricity erupted out of the metal pole in his shoulder, he let out an involuntary scream. Superman no longer had the energy to keep up his heat vision.

He grabbed the pole and yanked it out of his shoulder. He wasn't prepared for the pain and bit down on his tongue filling his mouth with blood. He threw the weapon like a spear and impaled two of the machines causing hem to explode. The machines were now all speaking as one. [color=a2d39c]"We are the Collectors of Worlds"[/color] He couldn't keep fighting much longer. He looked like a man who was ripped apart by wolves. His shirt was completely gone, his jeans were in tatters, and he was bleeding from multiple cuts and wounds. He saw nothing but white, his fighting was now nothing more than punching back when something hit him. 

Then something big landed in the middle of the road. It was much larger than the rest of the machines and it moved on four legs with a massive cannon on the front end. [color=ed1c24]"I guess you've got tanks too."[/color] Clark said before using all of his remaining strength to rush the new enemy. He dodged its first beam which obliterated the ground behind him. He wasn't so lucky with the second one. It hit him like a train and sent him flying 40 feet backwards into an exploding van. Clark couldn't move, the world was spinning.

[b][i][color=a2d39c]"WE ARE BRAINIAC"[/color] [/i][/b] was the last thing he heard before he blacked out.