The feeling of cold heavy metal engulfed the young girls wrists and ankles. Her eyes slowly opened and took a few minutes to adjust to the blinding lights above her. She could only lift her head a few inches but she saw that she was strapped down to an operating table. On her left there was a table that held some bizarre looking operating tools that screamed pain and torture. On her right she saw a doctor reading out instructions off of a clipboard to a group of nurses that stood before him. She placed her head back down on the table and let a panicked sigh escape from her lips. She had no idea how she got where she was. The last thing she remembered was being locked up in her usual all white room with the tiny window closed off by bars. The sound of a drill being turned on came from behind her but she could not see what was going on and She new that she had to escape the unclear but painful future that lay ahead. She quickly scanned the room for a door and found a large steel door guarded by two armed officers. Without any hesitation she mustered up all of the strength inside of her small body, lifted up her arms and ankles and broke through the thick metal cuffs. She quickly rolled off of the table onto the floor and landed on her stomach.

"Stop her!" The doctor screamed, dropping his drill to the floor.

The two officers pulled out their guns and opened fire on the girl. She dodged the bullets with no trouble and shoved one of the officers so hard that he flew into the steel door and broke it down. The girl wasted no time and she ran down the long white hallway looking for some way out. Back in the operating room the doctor pulled on a lever and sounded an alarm. As the girl was running down the hallway she saw red lights begin to flash everywhere and heard a piercing sound echo throughout the hallway. Doors everywhere began to slam and bars began to slide up blocking off the windows. At the end of the long hallway a door slowly started to close and she sped up, passing through it right before it closed. She continued to run and came to an end of the hallway. She had a choice to go right or left and when she heard the door behind her smash open and saw an armed swat team come charging through she chose to go left. As she ran she felt something pierce her back. She pulled a dart out of her back and threw it off to the side. She ran as fast as she could and broke her way through a door. She was finally outside in the fresh air. It was dark out and looked to be about midnight. The girl ran to tall brick fence and easily and quickly climbed it and jumped down onto the other side. Ahead of her there was a long two-lane road with nothing but grassy fields surrounding it. She took off down the road at hyper speed. She had no idea how long she ran for but she came to a sudden stop when she saw a house and an old barn. She turned to look behind her and zoomed in with her eyes down the road to see a line of army trucks speeding down the road. With out thinking twice she ran into the barn and ran up a flight of stairs. There was a couch and a coffee table with papers and books spread out across it. The young girl stopped and felt of wave of dizziness overcome her. She knew it must have been from the dart that hit her. It was a tranquilizer. The last thing she remembered before she passed out and crashed to the floor was that she was glad to be out of that horrible place.

Clark Kent hit the snooze button on his obnoxious alarm clock and slowly got out of bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower. When he walked down the stairs into the kitchen him mom greeted him with a cheery smile and kissed him on the cheek.

"Morning sweetheart." She said handing him a couple pieces of toast.

"Thanks mom." Clark replied, taking a bite out of a piece of toast.

Clark's dad came into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

"Morning Clark."

"Morning Dad."

Clark took a quick sip from a glass of orange juice that was on the counter. He looked around for his bag but couldn't find it.

"Hey mom have you seen my bag?" Clark asked.

"Well it's not down here." She answered. "You probably just left it in the barn or something."

"Ok I'll go check."

Clark left the kitchen through the back door and took the short walk to the barn. He slowly jogged up the steps and saw his bag sitting on the couch. He made his way over to pick it up but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a small, skinny young girl lying on the floor a few feet away from the coffee table. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a white tank top. Clark noticed that she had an ID tag tightly strapped onto her right wrist. Clark rushed over to the girl's side and rolled her over to check her pulse. She was alive but her breathing was slow. Clark noticed that she was barefoot and had dark purple bruises around her ankles and wrists. An expression of panic washed over his face. He ran over to the window in the loft and saw his mother and father standing at the back door.

"Mom! Dad!" He yelled. "Get up here now!"