Title:Make the pain Stop
Author: Acme Cola
Summary:Clark dealing with the problems that come with being Superman. No pairings if any decided of as yet, so suggestions are welcome.
Archive:Eh, sure just let me know if you would, because umm, I don't know.
Disclaimer: Don't own a single one of these characters, not a one.
Oh yeah please send feedback, especially one's with criticism after all how else am I spose to improve if I don't what's wrong (
Clark ran towards the school building deftly, but not supernaturally, choosing precaution over convience just in case anyone happen to be out and saw him. As he ran, he slowly paused to raise his head, narrowly catching a glimpse of the bulbous full moon sitting prominently in the sky. As he glanced at it, he began to feel uneasy, the moon seeming to move as he moved, almost as if following him. His jaw clenched tightly, and he attempted to shift his thoughts to more important matters, rather then the paranoia, that seem to claim him so readily the last few days. Trying to calm down, he let his mind drift back ten minutes ago, to when he had received a phone call from Chloe, asking him to meet her at the school as soon as he could, something about some big story…
*10 mintues ago*
Sighing he moved reluctantly towards the door, pausing to grab a light brown jacket and to tell his parents where he was headed. They nodded languidly, casually reminded him that it was a school day and not to be gone long, before shifting their attention back towards one another.
He watched them closle for a moment, watching his mother lay peacefully in his father's arms as their bodies intwined on the couch in silence, barely audible noise from the TV the only apparent source of sound. As he headed towards the door, he stopped once again and just stared at them and smiled, a sense of warmth and joy spreading within him as he looked at his parents their love for one another seeming to cheer him up instantly, suddenly his thoughts turned to Lana, and he pictured himself in his father's position, and his Lana in his mother's.
Lana.
Oh, how time seemed to stop at the thought of her, how her chestnut brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, how her brown eyes seem to pierce into his soul, compelling to stand up and shout out his undying love for her, and utter adoration for the ground she walked on. Sighing he gently broke himself out of his slight reverie, and headed out the door, trying to remind himself that he had an appointment with Chloe to keep, and instantly as he thought of it, his mood plummeted.
Chloe.
One of his closest friends, perky, upbeat, friendly, determined. It seemed she had an instinctive urge to excel, that she knew what she was capable of, knew what she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. Not, in a ruthless, cutthroat, way, but in a determined, persistent undeniably..well Chloe way. He used to love hanging out with her, the times they spent together talking, going to the movies, studying, were some of the best and happiest times of his life, well they used to be. Now, however it was a different story. Every time they hung out, it seemed to have to deal with investigating a story; some new problem created by the Meteorites that had come with him to earth.
He hated those rocks with every fiber of his being, not just for being lethal to him, but to what they did to others. It seemed like every other day, he had to deal with someone else who had been changed, altered by the meteorites. It tore him apart inside, watching people who had never asked for any of this to have their lives changed by those rocks.
How many lives had suffered because of them? How many people had lost their lives albeit indirectly by his hand? He knew it wasn't his fault, that he didn't choose this planet to land on, that he gave his all to save the people affected by the meteor rocks, but none of that seemed to cease the endless guilt that ate at his insides, tormenting him, plaguing his mind with their anguish cries, and shouts of pain and rage. Every day, every single day he wondered if he could have just been a little faster, a little smarter, then maybe someone who should be alive today would be, rather then just another ghost to plague his mind.
Blankly he stared at the entrance to the school building, his right hand tracing the lines and scratches along its surfaces mindlessly. His face contorted into a frown, as he wondered aloud how long had he been standing there?
"I'm not quite sure myself, but I figured I'd let you play with the school doors for awhile, at least it's better than sitting in your barn playing with your telescope." A familiar voice commented dryly.
Slowly Clark turned toward the voice, a mixture of a blush and a slight bit of disappointment marking his features.
"Hey Chloe, sorry, guess I had my head in the clouds." Clark replied.
Chloe's shoulders raised and lowered in a simple shrug, her crème colored coat making a slight sound as she did, like the sound of lined paper did when he balled up, his room was scattered with those now, the result of countless mistakes on his history assignment. He stood still for a moment, simply looking at Chloe who appeared to be content with doing the same.
Moments passed, which turned to seconds, which turn to minutes, which seemed to turn into hours, Clark allowed a wide smile to split his face, attempting to break the silence. Chloe however stood, stoically, wisps of icy breath parting from her small pink lips occasionally.
Clark's face darkened slightly, as he watched Chloe, his head tilting to the side. "Are you all right there Chloe, you're usually a bit more talkative and less monotone." He half-heartedly joked.
Chloe grinned slightly, a slight twinkle to her eye, as she said, "Nothing, just thinking about how you can know someone almost forever and still see him or her in a different light."
Clark shrugged instinctively in response, and fumbled for a witty and interesting response, before settling for a simple, "Oh." Biting down on her bottom lip softly, Chloe raise a hand and beckoned Clark forward with her index finger.
Clark etched toward Chloe slowly, until their faces seemed to be separated by only a few centimeters. Again she beckoned him, but this time to lower his head. He did so compliantly, his head nearly resting on her shoulders the warmth of her breath tingling against the side of his cheek.
Her lips hovered near the tip of his earlobe for a moments before she whispered seductively "Clark, how does it feel to be a murderer and alien freak, who's mere presence has resulted in turning a peaceful small town in Kansas, into a radioactive cesspool."
Clark stood erect, and began backing away from Chloe staggering, as if her words were as lethal as the meteor rocks. "Chl...Chloe?" he stammered incredulously, suddenly he felt his back press up against the school doors, he stopped moving, and simply stood still staring at Chloe, anguish tearing him apart on the inside, his face a mirror of it.
Chloe smirked and stepped toward him her tone now unmistakably dry and accusatory. "What's the matter, don't have anything to say, I suppose there's not much you can say to a statement like that, but the least you could have done was a simple "I'm sorry." But you probably aren't are you?"
Clark simply stood slouched against the school doors, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. Chloe continued to smirk, as she reached inside of her coat, removing the small lead box Lex had given to Clark, who in turn had given to Lana. As she opened the lid slowly, her voice resumed its sultry tone of early as she gently requested, "Look."
Clark lowered his gaze from her face slowly, and watched quietly, Chloe continued to open the lead box. A part of his mind wondered what it was, the minute part of his psyche which still remained in tact, watched curiously wondering what Chloe had. As the box opened and its contents were revealed, a shiny green light began to spill out, and the last sane part of his psyche that held onto reality was wiped away, its last semblance of a coherent thought being one simple word.
Pain.
Author: Acme Cola
Summary:Clark dealing with the problems that come with being Superman. No pairings if any decided of as yet, so suggestions are welcome.
Archive:Eh, sure just let me know if you would, because umm, I don't know.
Disclaimer: Don't own a single one of these characters, not a one.
Oh yeah please send feedback, especially one's with criticism after all how else am I spose to improve if I don't what's wrong (
Clark ran towards the school building deftly, but not supernaturally, choosing precaution over convience just in case anyone happen to be out and saw him. As he ran, he slowly paused to raise his head, narrowly catching a glimpse of the bulbous full moon sitting prominently in the sky. As he glanced at it, he began to feel uneasy, the moon seeming to move as he moved, almost as if following him. His jaw clenched tightly, and he attempted to shift his thoughts to more important matters, rather then the paranoia, that seem to claim him so readily the last few days. Trying to calm down, he let his mind drift back ten minutes ago, to when he had received a phone call from Chloe, asking him to meet her at the school as soon as he could, something about some big story…
*10 mintues ago*
Sighing he moved reluctantly towards the door, pausing to grab a light brown jacket and to tell his parents where he was headed. They nodded languidly, casually reminded him that it was a school day and not to be gone long, before shifting their attention back towards one another.
He watched them closle for a moment, watching his mother lay peacefully in his father's arms as their bodies intwined on the couch in silence, barely audible noise from the TV the only apparent source of sound. As he headed towards the door, he stopped once again and just stared at them and smiled, a sense of warmth and joy spreading within him as he looked at his parents their love for one another seeming to cheer him up instantly, suddenly his thoughts turned to Lana, and he pictured himself in his father's position, and his Lana in his mother's.
Lana.
Oh, how time seemed to stop at the thought of her, how her chestnut brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, how her brown eyes seem to pierce into his soul, compelling to stand up and shout out his undying love for her, and utter adoration for the ground she walked on. Sighing he gently broke himself out of his slight reverie, and headed out the door, trying to remind himself that he had an appointment with Chloe to keep, and instantly as he thought of it, his mood plummeted.
Chloe.
One of his closest friends, perky, upbeat, friendly, determined. It seemed she had an instinctive urge to excel, that she knew what she was capable of, knew what she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. Not, in a ruthless, cutthroat, way, but in a determined, persistent undeniably..well Chloe way. He used to love hanging out with her, the times they spent together talking, going to the movies, studying, were some of the best and happiest times of his life, well they used to be. Now, however it was a different story. Every time they hung out, it seemed to have to deal with investigating a story; some new problem created by the Meteorites that had come with him to earth.
He hated those rocks with every fiber of his being, not just for being lethal to him, but to what they did to others. It seemed like every other day, he had to deal with someone else who had been changed, altered by the meteorites. It tore him apart inside, watching people who had never asked for any of this to have their lives changed by those rocks.
How many lives had suffered because of them? How many people had lost their lives albeit indirectly by his hand? He knew it wasn't his fault, that he didn't choose this planet to land on, that he gave his all to save the people affected by the meteor rocks, but none of that seemed to cease the endless guilt that ate at his insides, tormenting him, plaguing his mind with their anguish cries, and shouts of pain and rage. Every day, every single day he wondered if he could have just been a little faster, a little smarter, then maybe someone who should be alive today would be, rather then just another ghost to plague his mind.
Blankly he stared at the entrance to the school building, his right hand tracing the lines and scratches along its surfaces mindlessly. His face contorted into a frown, as he wondered aloud how long had he been standing there?
"I'm not quite sure myself, but I figured I'd let you play with the school doors for awhile, at least it's better than sitting in your barn playing with your telescope." A familiar voice commented dryly.
Slowly Clark turned toward the voice, a mixture of a blush and a slight bit of disappointment marking his features.
"Hey Chloe, sorry, guess I had my head in the clouds." Clark replied.
Chloe's shoulders raised and lowered in a simple shrug, her crème colored coat making a slight sound as she did, like the sound of lined paper did when he balled up, his room was scattered with those now, the result of countless mistakes on his history assignment. He stood still for a moment, simply looking at Chloe who appeared to be content with doing the same.
Moments passed, which turned to seconds, which turn to minutes, which seemed to turn into hours, Clark allowed a wide smile to split his face, attempting to break the silence. Chloe however stood, stoically, wisps of icy breath parting from her small pink lips occasionally.
Clark's face darkened slightly, as he watched Chloe, his head tilting to the side. "Are you all right there Chloe, you're usually a bit more talkative and less monotone." He half-heartedly joked.
Chloe grinned slightly, a slight twinkle to her eye, as she said, "Nothing, just thinking about how you can know someone almost forever and still see him or her in a different light."
Clark shrugged instinctively in response, and fumbled for a witty and interesting response, before settling for a simple, "Oh." Biting down on her bottom lip softly, Chloe raise a hand and beckoned Clark forward with her index finger.
Clark etched toward Chloe slowly, until their faces seemed to be separated by only a few centimeters. Again she beckoned him, but this time to lower his head. He did so compliantly, his head nearly resting on her shoulders the warmth of her breath tingling against the side of his cheek.
Her lips hovered near the tip of his earlobe for a moments before she whispered seductively "Clark, how does it feel to be a murderer and alien freak, who's mere presence has resulted in turning a peaceful small town in Kansas, into a radioactive cesspool."
Clark stood erect, and began backing away from Chloe staggering, as if her words were as lethal as the meteor rocks. "Chl...Chloe?" he stammered incredulously, suddenly he felt his back press up against the school doors, he stopped moving, and simply stood still staring at Chloe, anguish tearing him apart on the inside, his face a mirror of it.
Chloe smirked and stepped toward him her tone now unmistakably dry and accusatory. "What's the matter, don't have anything to say, I suppose there's not much you can say to a statement like that, but the least you could have done was a simple "I'm sorry." But you probably aren't are you?"
Clark simply stood slouched against the school doors, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. Chloe continued to smirk, as she reached inside of her coat, removing the small lead box Lex had given to Clark, who in turn had given to Lana. As she opened the lid slowly, her voice resumed its sultry tone of early as she gently requested, "Look."
Clark lowered his gaze from her face slowly, and watched quietly, Chloe continued to open the lead box. A part of his mind wondered what it was, the minute part of his psyche which still remained in tact, watched curiously wondering what Chloe had. As the box opened and its contents were revealed, a shiny green light began to spill out, and the last sane part of his psyche that held onto reality was wiped away, its last semblance of a coherent thought being one simple word.
Pain.