Luke slammed his door shut.
Clark slammed his office door shut.
Both boys slumped against the door sighing.
Clark did not like the tension between him and his son. It had been growing stronger ever since his wife left. He had no idea where Brenda had gone this time. He just hope that she would be back soon.
Luke knew that something was wrong, but he did not quite know what it was. His mum had disappeared somewhere and his dad was acting strangely. The worst part about it was that something was terrorising his town.
Clark went to his desk to see what damage had been done in the last attack. He was just grateful that no one had been hurt. But something else was on his mind, the argument that he had just had with his son.
Luke slumps over to his bed. He did not mean to infer that it was his father causing these attacks, it just slipped out, in the heat of the moment. He did really trust and love his father, deep down.
Clark started to panic. Did his son not trust him, or even worse, not love him? Clark looked at a photo of him and like when they were younger. 'They looked so happy' thought Clark, 'now Luke spends all his time in his room, I must be a terrible father'.
Luke looked through his parents photo album. Suddenly a mouse ran over to Luke and told him of the water levels around the town. Luke sighed. He wrote the information down and passed it on to his butler. Giving strick orders for the area written down to be evacuated.
Clark was still looking at the photo when the butler walked in to the room. He told Clark of the oracles perdition. Clark sighed. He gave the all clear for the area to be evacuated. He needed help in he wanted the terrorising of the town to stop.
Luke stopped and looked at a picture of his dad with one of his dads old friends. He had spoke about this friend many a times. He also regularly wrote to him. 'If he was some professor, then he might help us' thought Luke. So Luke went to is typewriter and wrote a letter of help to his dad's friend...Hershel Layton.