Chapter one
Johnathan carefully watched Clark do his chores.
Something wasn't right. Clark had been doing his chores non stop, which he usually only did when something was on his mind. He also seemed tired, there was baggies forming under his eyes, as well as his skin shade go slightly paler, probably lack of food. Clark likely thought his dad hadn't noticed. Oh, but he had... he had. He'd noticed the very first day he hadn't slept, and the very first day he pushed away his ginormous plate of apple pie. That gave it away immediately, Clark would kill for that pie, literally (sorta). Johnathan had decided not to talk to him about it, just thought maybe he was up late doing homework. That, of course, wasn't the case.
Jonathan made his way to Clark, he planned on getting to the bottom of all this. Martha was beside him, she'd noticed to, and was just the same thinking of what exactly Johnathan had. They both stopped in front of Clark, who was now looking up at there stern, but worried faces.
"Hi, mom, dad. What's up?"
"Clark, whats up is that you haven't been yourself lately. What's going on?" Johnathan asked firmly
"If your referring to not eating breakfast, it's just cause i wasn't hungry, I ate a lot last night" Clark replied annoyed
"Clark, you didn't eat anything last night either" Martha spoke in.
Clark looked at both of them, they were worried. They probably thought he was sick or something. He wasn't. He'd been staying up all night for 5 or 6 six days now. He didn't know why, but he'd been having dreams, dreams that scared the heck out of him. They'd all consisted of his friends and family dieing, cause he'd done something wrong, though he didn't know what it was. He only knew that it was Jor-El killing them. And he couldn't stand it, he'd finally just decided he wouldn't sleep, he wasn't going to welcome in those dreams, not if he could stop. His apatite left him soon after. He did want to sleep though, his eyes were getting heavy right about this moment, and Dad was bound to notice his bad job of the posts. He'd been to weak to drive them in properly, courtesy of not getting his sleep or eating enough.
"Clark, Son, why dont you let me finish those later, after we eat supper. Then you can go to bed" Jon suggested
"Ya, okay"
Johnathan was satisfied, he'd almost expected it to be harder, but he guessed Clark got a whiff of what was cooking, and just couldnt resist. After all, it was Chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, and ceasar salad. The boy's favorite.
After they all stepped inside the house, A dark man in clothes walked out of a nearby bush "Enjoy yourself while you can, Clark, you dont have much longer." He whispered, then snickered, this was going to be so easy. He quietly tip toed his way to the barn, then placed a rock on the floor of the loft. Followed by many more. The man only stopped when he seen to it that every crook and cranny was filled, as well as other various places.