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Chapter One!

Clark stood outside of his mom's hospital room, watching as his parents tried to console each other over the death of their unborn child, caused by their son.

The guilt that Clark felt was more then he ever had felt before, and so, he could not bring himself to say anything to his dad as the man finally left his now sleeping {and heavily medicated} wife, walking out of the room to stand in front of his son.

Without a single word, his dad led him into a soundproof examination room, shutting the door behind them with a slam.

Clark slowly sat down on the patient bed and stared at his father who now looked ready to blow.

"Of all the stupid things you have ever done in your life boy, this had reached what I had thought to be impossible heights.

You refused to think, and in doing so, you have killed out only blood child, the child that we had dreamt of having since our engagement almost thirty years ago.

The child that we had always secretly wished for after finding you, wanting you to have a sibling.

Instead, you kill her.

Yes Clark, you were going to have a little sister, who you have KILLED.

At times like this, I truly regret letting Martha convince me to keep you.

You have been nothing but pain, anguish, danger and disappointment to my family since the day that we found you in that cornfield.

How can you stand to look at yourself in the mirror every day?

No matter how hard you try, or what you tell yourself, you will ALWAYS be Kal-El, NOT Clark Kent.

Martha does not want to see your face for awhile, and truthfully, neither do I.

When I bring her home tomorrow, it would be best if you made yourself scarce for awhile," the man said in a quiet voice that was laced with fury, before turning and storming out of the room, leaving Clark still sitting shock still on the patient bed.

Clark had found that he had gone numb.

His dad had just re-enforced every fear and doubt that he had ever had in his life that that he was usually able to label as foolishness with no proof and thus able to ignore.

As well as calling him a murderer, which he now technically was, that thought making it hard for him to draw breath, his dad confirming all of his fears and doubts had him going numb.

But, he still felt like he wanted to bawl his eyes out, and for someone to hold him and tell him that everything would be alright.

Getting to his feet and walking out of the room, Clark shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and walked slowly out of the hospital.

It seemed fitting when the sky became dark and began to pour with rain.

Clark walked slowly home, foregoing his super speed, quickly becoming soaked to the bone.

As he walked, he thought about what he was going to do now.

His father had just told him in no uncertain terms that he and his wife did not want Clark around for awhile, maybe even forever, and truthfully, Clark wanted to run and just get the fuck away from Smallville, the town that had been slowly crushing any sort of life that he might have had with all of the meteor freaks running around, and everyone in the town knowing him since childhood, meaning that he could never truly changed without being scrutinized thoroughly by at least half of the towns population, and he had been feeling like this for a while now.

He now knew what Lana meant when she said that she felt smothered in this town.

Pulling out his red kryptonite class ring, Clark stared at it for a minute or two before crushing the ring and rock into a fine dust, sprinkling it on the dirt underneath his feet.

If he was to start a new life, he would be damned doing it not completely in control of his mind and actions.

With his mind set to leave this town, Clark travelled the last six miles to the Kent farm in under ten seconds.

His family did not want him around any more, and so, he was not going to force his presence on them.

Going upstairs to his bedroom, Clark grabbed the three empty suitcases from the hallway closet before walking into his room and setting them down open on his bed.

Pulling open his wardrobe and drawers, he began to pack up everything in the suitcases.

When the suitcases became too full to be added to, Clark went out to the barn to grab some cardboard boxes.

An hour later, his bedroom and his fortress of solitude were completely bare of his belongings, three suitcases and eight full boxes in pile outside in front of the small gate that surrounded the house and the barn.

Using his super speed, Clark went to the Smallville's Used Car Lot, and after choosing a plain brown station wagon that he knew their was over a million in use around America at this very moment, he picked it up and took it home using his super speed.

After loading all the suitcases and boxes into the car, Clark went up to his parents room where he grabbed his birth certificate and some other things about him from his parent's safe.

That done, Clark grabbed around sixty dollars from his dad's sock drawer before going back downstairs and out to his stolen car.

Getting in, he started it up, pulled out of the dirt driveway, and began to drive away from Smallville, from his past.

Towards Gotham, his future.

END OF CHAPTER ONE!