A/N: This is my first english fanfiction! (I'm german) So the spelling isn't perfect. I would really appreciate it if you told me what I can do better or where I made a mistake in spelling something properly.
There will be more chapters!
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or any Characters I used here. They belong to Warner Bros!
Spoiler: Not really (yet)
Warnings: Angst, TC
Please review!
Title: What Hurts the Most
Clark woke up, feeling dizzy and powerless. His hands and feet were restrained with iron shackles and as Clark pulled on them they just seemed to get tighter. He was lying on a metal lie, his hands and feet being restrained on the edges of it. Somehow he managed to open his heavy eyelids. His vision was still blurred and he could barely see anything. A bright light shone from the ceiling into his pupils, forcing him to shut his eyes again.
„You're awake.", a deep voice mumled.
„Where... am I?", Clark stammered, surprised by his own rough, weak voice.
„Does that matter?", the man asked cold and Clark heard him coming closer.
Feeling the man standing next to him, he opened his eyes again, not directly starring into the light.
„Hello Clark.", the man said when he noticed that Clark was looking at him.
„W-who are you?", the boy whispered, not having the strengh to speak louder. The man's hair was dark blond and tousled. He wore a black tee-shirt and a simple jeans. His eyes were cold. Clark didn't notice any emotions in them. That was a bad sign.
The man smiled mischievously at Clark. „Someone who's interested in you."
Clark's eyes widened. „W-what?"
„Not that way, you fool!", the man spitted out angrily. Clark felt uncomfortably, thinking that kind of thing.
„I mean your powers."
This can't be true, Clark thought, how the hell does he know about my abilities? Then he stiffened, just realizing what was going on. Someone kidnapped me to find out about my powers! What if he'll test things on me? What if I'll die? What if I'll never see my parents again? Or Lana?
The man noticed Clark's discomfort. „Nervous?", he asked harsh.
„W-why am I here?"
„Are you really that stupid?", the man yelled angrily and then added with an evil smile: „I'm going to test how much you can take. I'm going to rip the skin from your flesh. I'm going to make the pain unbearable. And in the end when I have what I'm looking for, I will finish you."
Clark's eyes widened with every word and he felt his heart painfully throbbing against his chest. Sweat started to appear on his forehead and his throat became dry, so that he could barely breathe. What? What was he going to do?, Clark thought disbelieving.
„You got that right. You will die down here, boy." These were the last words Clark could here before he finally passed out from all the pain and angst that was hurting his body. Or maybe it was because of the meteor rock that he felt in his shackles.
…
Suddenly he was wakened by a sharp pain that spread through his whole body. He immediately cried out. His whole body was shaking. As soon as the pain came it disappeared, leaving Clark breathe irregularly on the hard metal table. No, it wasn't the same one. This one was larger and the restraints even tighter. After catching his breath again he opened his eyes, seeing the blonde smiling at him in a sadistic way.
„You're awake.", the man laughed. Clark noticed the generator that was set on a small table in front of the man who sat on a chair as small as the table. Clark followed the wires that lead to the left edge of his bed. Clark shivered. The man already started torturing him.
„Did that hurt?", the man asked curiously. Clark glared at him angrily. „Guess it did.", the man added, turning around and picking something up from another small table.
Clark swallowed. It was a scalpel. He pulled frantically on his restraints trying to get free but they didn't move.
„Calm down, kid.", the blonde said, cleaning the scalpel with a fabric, not looking at Clark. „This will be nothing compared to the things I'm going to do with you." He shrugged.
Clark's reaction to these words was similar to the one just before he passed out. But this time he didn't. And he really didn't want to be scared so much by some stupid threats from a psychotic guy.
„Who are you?", Clark tried to sound strong but his voice wavered with each word.
Finally done cleaning the scalpel the man sighed and turned his eyes towards Clark.
„Do you want to call the police?", he answered chuckling. Clark said nothing. „Well, it won't help you because you'll never get out of here but...", he paused, seeing Clark's fear return, „It's Ashton."
Ashton. Clark didn't know anyone with that name.
„And do me a favor. Don't call me Ash! Just my dearest friends do that.", he added, eying the scalpel.
A little smile appeared on Clark's face but immediately disappeared as he felt the pain of the Kryptonite wash over him again.
„W-what are you going to do,-Ash?", Clark asked provoking.
Ashton now cocked his face at Clark's direction. Then he stood up, walked over towards Clark and slapped him in the face. Clark squeezed his eyes shut and moaned quietly.
„That was for ignoring my order.", Ashton said harsh and returned to the small chair where he had sat before.
Clark shook his head, noticing that his vision blurred. He tried to focus on something, anything in the room but it was quite difficult for him in his current state.
Ashton noticed that Clark was about to pass out again and groaned.
„Don't fall asleep. Otherwise I have to wake you again." His finger pointed at the generator.
Clark struggled not to faint and somehow he managed to stay awake even though he was just semi-conscious.
After a while he felt something sharp on his forearm. Clark swallowed. It was the scalpel.
„Answer these questions or it will be really uncomfortable for you.", Ashton said sternly.
Clark nodded and his heart started racing faster by every second.
„Where are you from?"
No. He couldn't answer this. He couldn't reaveal his biggest secret to a stranger. … A stranger who's about to torture me., Clark realized. He decided to pretend not to know what Ashton was talking about.
„I-I don't know.", he stammered barely above a whisper and then suddenly cried out as Ashton thrusted the scalpel through his skin.
„Are you sure?", Ashton answered, lowering his head, so that he could be sure Clark heard him through his screams.
„Y-yes.", Clark managed to spit out, squeezing his eyes shut.
„Well then, I guess it won't bother you when I cut a piece of fresh flesh out of your arm, huh?" Clark didn't even have time to realize what Ashton said as the scalpel already cut a small square into his arm. Clark screamed in pain when Ashton shifted the scalpel beneath that square and tore it out of the bloody forearm. Clark had no idea how long he could take this torture. It was just too much and he felt like he was passing out again. He was totally exhausted of screaming so much.
„WHERE ARE YOU FROM?", Ashton yelled at him.
„I-...", Clark sobbed. He didn't recognize that tears ran down his cheeks.
„TELL ME!" Now, Ashton was holding the scalpel against Clark's throat. Man, that guy was getting angry pretty quick!
„D-do.. it.", Clark managed to whisper huskily.
„Damnit.", Ashton grumbled, moving the scalpel away from Clark's throat. Clark clenched his teeth, trying to suppress another scream. His throat already hurt too much.
„I won't tell you... anything!", Clark breathed out.
The corners of Ashtons mouth raised.
„Oh, you will!", he assured smirking. Then he put the scalpel in a metal tray and turned around to leave the room.
Clark breathed heavily under sobbings and waited for Ashtons return.
Finally he heard footsteps. But not just from two feet. Clark listened closer. There were four feet making noises. After a few more moments Ashton entered the room with another person.
Clark's breath stopped as he realized whom Ashton had brought into the little room where he was captured.
Tbc...
