First story in a while. Hopefully it will be finished, I've had this story in mind for quite some time.
Running. He was running. He didn't know how or why his superspeed was kicking in at that moment, but he was more thankful for that than he had ever been for anything in his entire life. With the kryptonite band around his wrist, he hadn't been able to use his powers for some time. He was surprised even that he was strong enough to escape the compund. A place that had held him hostage for almost 8 years now. It must be adrenalin, he thought to himself.
When he reached a particular cornfield, his speed decided it was finished and left him stumbling out into an open field. He didn't know if he could run, or even walk another step, but he knew that out in the open wasn't exactly the safest place for him to be right now. Looking around himself, he notice a large structure, a barn perhaps. Deciding that an old barn was better than being found out in the open, he made his way slowly towards it.
As soon as he made it inside the doorway and out of the moonlight, he collapsed on the floor on his knees. Breathing heavy, he glanced around. He could probably find some sort of tool in here to remove the matal band around his wrist. This was a barn after all and it was bound to hold some sort of cutting tool. After a few more moments of resting on the ground where he fell, he got up and started his search.
The poor boy had hardly been in the outside world in his fourteen years of life, so almost everything in this barn was foreign to him. Some tools seemed almost too farmilar, though. Knives, saws, hammers, those were tools commonly used in their "study" of him. He steered clear of those items and adventually found a pair of wire cutters in a red, metal toolbox.
Almost ready to pass out from exhaustion at this point, the started the heavy task of cutting at the bracelet. He squeezed the handle together as hard as he could. He just didn't have the strength in him to cut all the way through the horrible green metal. Sinking to the floor, he continued to squeeze the wire cutters as tight as he could. Come on, come on. He was feeling the sleep pulling him. Please, come on, please. Almost in tears, he didn't notice the sun coming up. Or the fact that the owner of the barn was awake and ready to start his morning farm tasks.
Too compelled by his mission to remove the horrible thing attached to his right wrist, he didn't even hear the man approach the barn opening.
"Hey!" the man shouted, shocked, and more than a little confused. He was just about to retrieve the tractor from his barn when he disscovered a young, shirtless boy struggling in the corner with something on his arm.
The boy, startled by the sudden shout, flinched back against the wall and started shaking violently in fear.
"What are you doing in my barn? You need to go back home and tell your friends to stop sneaking in here for some beer and a one night stand in the middle of the night! I'm getting tired of having to tell you kids to keep of my property." he yelled.
The kid said nothing but continued to stare up at him, still shaking. Probably from not having a shirt on, you punk.
"Well, go on, git!" he shouted, getting frustrated with the boy. He made a move towards the kid, trying to make his point when all the boy did was flinch and start to whimper slightly in fear. It was as he got closer to the boy that he noticed something farmiliar about him. Those eyes, why were they so farmiliar? Where had he seen them before?
That was when it hit him.
"Clark?"