All my life I've been after the truth. It was like my quest or something.. though others would say obsession. And so when that first explosion went off, and my life did flash before my eyes, I couldn't help but think, "Huh, so it really does do that. Better write that down."
Of course, there was neither the time, nor the paper, to write down my find, what with the fiery ball of imminent death hurling straight at me. It was strange though, because everything seemed to have been put on slow motion. Or maybe it was just my brain working at super speeds before the end. The fireball was moving with some kind of lazy fluidity, forming shapes and patterns, sometimes spelling out words. I'd heard of people reading fire to tell the future or past, but I didn't need it to know who had the bombs planted in this house.
It struck me as odd though. I mean, the house was not a small one, and there would be no way that anyone from here to Mars would miss the explosion. Ever since I found out he killed his parents, I guess I'd been expecting him to do me in at a moments notice. I honestly expected to be gunned down by a sniper, but I guess Lionel wanted no chance for a rescue. The number of people saved from a gun related death had been rather high this year.
And I guess that leaves me with my one regret, my one unfinished quest. I know Clark has super powers. I've lived here, seen enough crazy stuff to put two and two together. Whether it's from the meteor rocks or something else, I know Clark isn't a normal person. And I know that his parents and Pete know who, or what he is. And it hurts that he would never tell me. Lana said she couldn't trust me.. is that how everyone else felt?
That's one more thing to add to the list of unfinished business. I can't believe I'm going to die like this! No prom, no grad, no job, no marriage, no life... If people really can come back as ghosts, then I'm going to come back and haunt Lionel just out of spite.
Some part of me keeps whispering that I brought this on myself. I'd always tried to be nice, but more often than not the search for the truth left little or no room for kindness. Maybe I should have tried a little more.. maybe then people wouldn't have felt like they needed to tiptoe around me.
I never realized how hot fire could be. I mean, I've read accounts, but I never though it would be my cause of death. I figured it'd be an angry mob with pitchforks. But I guess that's what he wants. To remove any and all traces of me. I doubt there'd even be a body left after the fire is through with me. Maybe I should have expected and end like this though, because when you play with Lionel, then you're gonna get burned.
I just wish the burning would stop.