Author's Notes: This is my first Smallville fic, and I hope all of you veterans take it easy on me. But I promise that this will be a good fic. Oh, and the theme will be Creed's "My Sacrifice".
Prologue
Breaking Hearts
* * *
Hello my friend we meet again
It's been a while where should we begin... looks like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of Perfect love that you gave me
I remember
When you are with me
I'm free... I'm careless... I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My Sacrifice
We've seen our shares of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around in an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there
When you are with me
I'm free... I'm careless... I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My Sacrifice
* * *
Whitney rushed through the clustered halls, weaving in and out of the gathered students while desperately trying to keep up with his Lana, his cherished girlfriend.... His prize... his trophy. He wouldn't let her get away so quickly... he wasn't even close to being through with her. He just hoped this didn't have anything to do with that fool Clark.
He quickly reached out in front of him and grabbed onto Lana's pink sweater, swinging her around to where she was facing him. When he finally got a good look at her face he realized just how bad it was... she was crying. Her face was streaked with rivers of salty tears, turning her eyes a light shade of red.
But he suddenly shook the emotion of remorse from his head and pushed her up against the wall, causing her to gasp in surprise. This was unlike him, and he knew that, but he wasn't thinking about going easy on her, not for this... but he would have to apologize for this later.
"What's your big problem Lana?" He spat angrily. "I'm just going out with my friends. Why do you have to go and make this into an argument? I'm sick of this!" He didn't see sadness in Lana's eyes any longer. Now, he saw a mixture of anger and fear. Was that even possible?
"I'm sick of it too Whitney!" She said, her voice shaky, a lump forming in her throat. "I'm sick of you always canceling our dates and going out with "the guys"! I'm sick of being second in your life! And I'm sick of being nothing more than your trophy to show off to everyone!"
That's when his hand flew across her face, causing her to yelp in pain and shock. He had never hit her before, and immediately he began to regret it. But she deserved it... didn't she? She wasn't allowed to talk to him that way! Then his eyes suddenly narrowed... no she wasn't!
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again!" He roared, causing everyone in the hall, who hadn't stopped before, to suddenly stop now. "If you ever talk to me that way again, you'll get more than just a slap!"
Lana was now crying, except this time not in sadness, but in fear. She now feared for her life. Whitney was that type of person that always kept his promises... good or bad. He wouldn't think twice about doing something extreme. He... was just that type of person, no matter how he appeared to everyone around him.
Then, he did something she never thought of. He reached out and stole the meteor necklace from around her neck, taking it into his strong hands and looking down at it with hatred. Then, with one last evil grin, he closed his hands tightly, crushing it into tiny bits, several sharp pieces piercing his soft skin.
Lana was now beside herself and sobbing uncontrollably, repeating the words 'Oh my god' to herself over and over. That was the one thing that she truly cherished in this entire world... and he just smashed it without another thought! How could he?
Then he brought his fist back once again, ready to strike her one last time. But as he was about to bring it forward, something wrapped around his wrist tightly, causing him to stop. He looked over in hatred, only to see Clark Kent, staring at him with emotionless eyes.
Then, without trying, he launched Whitney into the wall of lockers across the hall, putting several deep dents in them. Lana quickly looked up as the rattling sound reached her ears, and gasped to see Clark standing between her and her attacker. Then she noticed Whitney struggling to get up from his resting point on the ground. How Clark threw Whitney that far, she did not know. All she knew was that he was the only person willing to stand up for her.
"Why couldn't you have just stayed out of this Clark?" Whitney questioned angrily. "Oh wait, you're in love with Lana. How could I forget something like that? It's a shame though. Now I have two people to beat down!"
He hopped to his feet and threw his hardest punch, which collided with Clark's chin, sending several waves of pain through him. Clark simply smiled to himself as Whitney held his hand in pain, falling to his knees and screaming at the top of his lungs.
The young man then wrapped his hand around the quarterback's shirt collar and easily lifted him into the air, his feet dangling in the air two feet above the ground. Everyone around the two of them were shocked at Clark's strength. But the only thought that came to mind was that he worked out.
"Now you listen to me," the teenage man-of-steel began. "If I see you come within ten feet of Lana I will rip your head off! Do you understand me?" For the first time in his life, he threatened a person with his strength. But what other way was there? This was for the woman he loved.
Whitney speedily nodded, hoping that he would be released from Clark's iron grasp. And just like that, he was dropped to the ground, where he fell on his back, the breath being pushed from his lungs.
But Clark paid no attention to his well being as he turned around and began comforting Lana. Without giving Whitney a second thought, they disappeared down the hall and out the front doors, leaving the star football player to lick his wounds.
But the only thought that ran through his mind was revenge...
**Chapter One: After the fight, everyone becomes suspicious of Clark, and how he beat the star football player without throwing a single punch. Even Lex is curious about this little incident. Whitney is the only one truly outraged, and he vows to find out what Clark's secret is... never noticing the meteor fragments slowly making their way into his blood**
Prologue
Breaking Hearts
* * *
Hello my friend we meet again
It's been a while where should we begin... looks like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of Perfect love that you gave me
I remember
When you are with me
I'm free... I'm careless... I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My Sacrifice
We've seen our shares of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around in an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there
When you are with me
I'm free... I'm careless... I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My Sacrifice
* * *
Whitney rushed through the clustered halls, weaving in and out of the gathered students while desperately trying to keep up with his Lana, his cherished girlfriend.... His prize... his trophy. He wouldn't let her get away so quickly... he wasn't even close to being through with her. He just hoped this didn't have anything to do with that fool Clark.
He quickly reached out in front of him and grabbed onto Lana's pink sweater, swinging her around to where she was facing him. When he finally got a good look at her face he realized just how bad it was... she was crying. Her face was streaked with rivers of salty tears, turning her eyes a light shade of red.
But he suddenly shook the emotion of remorse from his head and pushed her up against the wall, causing her to gasp in surprise. This was unlike him, and he knew that, but he wasn't thinking about going easy on her, not for this... but he would have to apologize for this later.
"What's your big problem Lana?" He spat angrily. "I'm just going out with my friends. Why do you have to go and make this into an argument? I'm sick of this!" He didn't see sadness in Lana's eyes any longer. Now, he saw a mixture of anger and fear. Was that even possible?
"I'm sick of it too Whitney!" She said, her voice shaky, a lump forming in her throat. "I'm sick of you always canceling our dates and going out with "the guys"! I'm sick of being second in your life! And I'm sick of being nothing more than your trophy to show off to everyone!"
That's when his hand flew across her face, causing her to yelp in pain and shock. He had never hit her before, and immediately he began to regret it. But she deserved it... didn't she? She wasn't allowed to talk to him that way! Then his eyes suddenly narrowed... no she wasn't!
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again!" He roared, causing everyone in the hall, who hadn't stopped before, to suddenly stop now. "If you ever talk to me that way again, you'll get more than just a slap!"
Lana was now crying, except this time not in sadness, but in fear. She now feared for her life. Whitney was that type of person that always kept his promises... good or bad. He wouldn't think twice about doing something extreme. He... was just that type of person, no matter how he appeared to everyone around him.
Then, he did something she never thought of. He reached out and stole the meteor necklace from around her neck, taking it into his strong hands and looking down at it with hatred. Then, with one last evil grin, he closed his hands tightly, crushing it into tiny bits, several sharp pieces piercing his soft skin.
Lana was now beside herself and sobbing uncontrollably, repeating the words 'Oh my god' to herself over and over. That was the one thing that she truly cherished in this entire world... and he just smashed it without another thought! How could he?
Then he brought his fist back once again, ready to strike her one last time. But as he was about to bring it forward, something wrapped around his wrist tightly, causing him to stop. He looked over in hatred, only to see Clark Kent, staring at him with emotionless eyes.
Then, without trying, he launched Whitney into the wall of lockers across the hall, putting several deep dents in them. Lana quickly looked up as the rattling sound reached her ears, and gasped to see Clark standing between her and her attacker. Then she noticed Whitney struggling to get up from his resting point on the ground. How Clark threw Whitney that far, she did not know. All she knew was that he was the only person willing to stand up for her.
"Why couldn't you have just stayed out of this Clark?" Whitney questioned angrily. "Oh wait, you're in love with Lana. How could I forget something like that? It's a shame though. Now I have two people to beat down!"
He hopped to his feet and threw his hardest punch, which collided with Clark's chin, sending several waves of pain through him. Clark simply smiled to himself as Whitney held his hand in pain, falling to his knees and screaming at the top of his lungs.
The young man then wrapped his hand around the quarterback's shirt collar and easily lifted him into the air, his feet dangling in the air two feet above the ground. Everyone around the two of them were shocked at Clark's strength. But the only thought that came to mind was that he worked out.
"Now you listen to me," the teenage man-of-steel began. "If I see you come within ten feet of Lana I will rip your head off! Do you understand me?" For the first time in his life, he threatened a person with his strength. But what other way was there? This was for the woman he loved.
Whitney speedily nodded, hoping that he would be released from Clark's iron grasp. And just like that, he was dropped to the ground, where he fell on his back, the breath being pushed from his lungs.
But Clark paid no attention to his well being as he turned around and began comforting Lana. Without giving Whitney a second thought, they disappeared down the hall and out the front doors, leaving the star football player to lick his wounds.
But the only thought that ran through his mind was revenge...
**Chapter One: After the fight, everyone becomes suspicious of Clark, and how he beat the star football player without throwing a single punch. Even Lex is curious about this little incident. Whitney is the only one truly outraged, and he vows to find out what Clark's secret is... never noticing the meteor fragments slowly making their way into his blood**