Smallville 4.07 – Coronation
Teaser
It was another beautiful September day in Smallville, Kansas. Clark Kent hummed to himself while he worked. He was up at the crack of dawn, because like his father always said, the cows wouldn't feed themselves. Those same cows were already fed, milked, grazing and happy for the time being. While Jonathan was off fiddling with yet another broken part on the old tractor, Clark was busy mucking out the barn stalls.
He leaned against the pitchfork for a moment, taking a break to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Not that he was worn out, of course not, but the bright sun shining through the open barn door was heating his skin, toasting it to a nice golden color. He didn't really mind doing chores, though he pretended that he did, but still, when a car pulled up into the yard, he was glad for the interruption.
Clark used his x-ray vision to look through the barn wall to see who had arrived. It was Chloe, sliding easily out of the driver's seat of Lex's favorite silver Porsche. He grinned when he saw her shut the door and head directly to the barn. She knew him too well.
A few seconds later, Chloe was striding confidently into the barn, her heels clicking deftly on the old wooden floor. "Hi Chloe," Clark greeted her with one of his biggest smiles, the special ones that he reserved for just her.
Chloe didn't return the smile. Instead she strode right towards him, never breaking her stride. "I know your secret Clark," she told him confidently.
Clark paled and felt himself begin to panic. "What do mean?" he asked shakily, forcing another grin to his face. She smirked back in reply and now stopped in front of him.
"I know your secret Clark," she said again, this time reaching her hand behind her slowly.
"Chloe I don't know what—"before he could finish Chloe pulled a sliver hand gun out of the waistband of her dress pants and pointed it at him. She aimed straight at his heart and squeezed the trigger, firing at least five bullets before he even got over the shock.
When the smoke cleared, Chloe lowered the gun and stared back at him impassively. Clark stared back in shock, five perfect holes through the shirt he was wearing, and five mangled bullets lying on the ground in front of his feet. She smirked again....
"CLARK!" his eyes flew open suddenly at the scream. Clark blinked a couple of times, discovering that he was no longer in the barn, but now lying in his disheveled bed. He allowed himself to take a few deep breaths. "Clark Kent you'd better be getting ready!" his mother called again.
"I'm up!" Clark called back down to her shakily.
"You're going to be late for your first day of school!" she called up in warning. Clark nodded to himself and took another deep breath.
"Right."
TBC...