Escape

by AlwaysHopingToFly

Just as Chloe and Oliver get farther and farther away from being able to find Clark and ask Lois what happened, Clark finds a way to save himself. But is he really safe and free? Or is he just entering into another trap that Lex has set for him?

When he woke up, he sensed that a lot of hours had passed. He slowly rose to a seated position against the wall. He felt incredibly sore and ill, like he was in the worst part of the flu. Every muscle in his body ached. Just moving his arms was an incredible chore, as if they both had 100 pound weights strapped to them. His vision was still pretty hazy. He had a lot of dry blood on his face and his chest. He brought his hands to his face to cover his eyes as he took a few deep breaths to calm and steady himself. It was then that he realized his hands weren't handcuffed anymore. The broken pieces were behind him on the floor. He must have broken them when he fell after Lex hit him. The kryptonite was still affecting him but he noticed that all of his wounds were healed. As soon as he realized this, his door opened.

He hastily put his hands behind his back and tried to not draw attention to the fact that he was healed. A couple of guards walked in and commanded Clark to stand up. He did so gingerly, acting like he was still wounded and that he was still bound by the kryptonite cuffs.

As a guard leaned in to grab his arm, Clark punched him square in his face, causing him to collapse to the floor. The other guard tried to detain Clark but he hit him as well. He took the keys and a flashlight from one of the guards and walked quickly yet hesitantly through the door. The outer hallway was dark, damp and cold. There were dim lights every 10 feet. The hallway was a stark contrast to the room he was being held prisoner in.

Clark decided to go left and see where the path would take him. The farther he got from the room, the more he felt his strength growing, his muscles re-energizing. Somehow, someway, he found his way to an exit. He was surprised that no one tracked him down and stopped him. He was hesitating. Why isn't anyone stopping me? Where is Lex? His hand hovered over the door handle. In the end he decided, anywhere was better than here.

He walked out into an open field with a ton of snow and mountains in the distance. The sky was dreary and grey. The clouds were smeared across the sky and there was no sunlight whatsoever. Where am I? Clark thought helplessly as he looked around him.