Clark headed to the loft. To think. Today had been the most uneventful day in a long time, a day where Clark could just sit back and relax. He could do anything but. He realized that when his mind wasn't concerned with saving a life or trying to fulfill some kind of annoying Kryptonian ultimatum, he was constantly thinking about Lana. Once he would, he'd think about how Lana went over to Lex. How she loved Lex more than she would ever love him. Then Clark just submitted. He knew that if he didn't, he'd keep going on and on about how Clark could treat her better than Lex, about how much Clark just wanted to be with her. But Clark knew it was his fault he couldn't. It was his choice to keep the secret from her, so he had to accept the consequences. He had a world to take care of, but he had to take care of himself first. He needed a nap. Clark walked over to the end of the steps and he suddenly heard something soothing. It was an all too familiar laugh. Clark rushed up the stairs to see Lana standing with her back to him, next to his telescope and just laughing. She was dressed in all white.
"Lana, what are you doing he-"
His words were interrupted by a sudden wet feeling underneath his blue shirt. He touched the spot, and to his horror, saw blood. More and more blood came rushing from where his heart was. Or would be. Lana turned around, that heavenly smile on her face, and Clark's raw bleeding heart in her hands.
"Hi Clark."
It was amazing that while his own blood came flooding out of his impenetrable skin, and his own heart was held in her hands, he still found her beautiful. But then, his mind was concentrating a lot more on, what the hell was happening?!
Lana finally stopped laughing and started to walk around the loft. "It's funny. You know I've had this thing for so long. But I never did anything with it. I mean I knew I had it, it's just I never really cared I did..."
She looked at the eerily still beating heart in her hand. Clark sank to his knees. Why isn't he dying? That's all he wanted to do was die at this point. His blood was making a puddle on the floor that grew bigger and bigger. He struggled to reach his arm out to her.
"But now I finally thought of something."
As if she pulled it out of nowhere, Lana revealed a knife of kryptonite. She shoved the blade right into his heart. As if it was still in his body, Clark could feel every ounce of pain. He screamed as loud as he ever would have, if he had the strength to. Lana continued shoving the knife into that heart of his. Over and over again. Clearly enjoying it. His blood splattering over her white dress, staining it forever. She stabbed again. Clark flinched with the pain. She stabbed again. And again. And...
...blue eyes snapped wide open. Clark immediately sat up and held his hand to his heart. Yeah, it was still there. Racing faster than a speeding bullet, yet it was there. But another hand was placed on it first. Clark held his hand on top of Chloe's. He looked up, and saw the greatest thing he would ever see. He looked up at Chloe.
"Are you alright? Was it a nightmare?"
Chloe put her hand up to Clark's cheek and gently rubbed.
"Was it the goats again?"
Clark smiled a little bit, feeling so relieved. His hand still on top of Chloe's.
"Yeah...the goats."