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Strength
Chapter 2
Being Saturday, Clark had set his alarm for later, and he was sprawled out on his bed sleeping. The digital numbers on the clock changed to 9:00 and the alarm started beeping. Clark jumped from the sudden noise, the groaned and carefully set his hand down on the alarm button, having learned his lesson after so many "alarm-squishings" before. CRUNCH! Clark drew his hand back quickly. He didn't know what had happened, he had pushed with the amount of force he would use to dial a number on the phone. Definitely not hard enough to break something.
Clark decided he was just tired, and got out of bed. He walked over to the closed bedroom door and grabbed the handle. It gave under his grip, and he found himself holding a wad of mishapen doorknob in his hand. Startled, he dropped the piece of metal on the floor and sat back down on his bed. He picked up a CD case, and expected the crack, but it didn't come. He smiled and picked up the glass that had been filled with water the night before and was glad when it didn't break.
Clark walked back to the door and stuck his finger through the whole where the doorknob used to be, and pulled open the door. He went down to the kitchen for breakfast, making himself some toast. He heard both of his parents outside in the garden, and made his way out there.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Jonathan said as he saw Clark emerge from the house.
"Hey," Clark mumbled.
He gave them the "I have to tell you guys something" look, and Jonathan and Martha simultaneously asked, "What is it, Clark?"
Clark didn't say anything, he just walked over and held out the crushed doorknob with a funny look on his face. His parents looked at it, then at him.
"What did you do that for, Clark?" Martha questioned.
"When I woke up I broke my alarm clock even though I didn't hit it hard, and then when I got up to go downstairs, I crushed the doorknob when I put my hand on it," Clark explained.
"But now you're fine?" asked a concerned Jonathan.
"Yeah, as far as I can tell, it just lasted a few seconds."
"Well it was probably nothing. Why don't you go get dressed, you have a party to go to soon," said Martha as she steered him in the direction of the kitchen door.
An hour later, Clark climbed in the truck and headed to the Talon to meet Lana. He pulled up in front of the building at 10:40 and went and knocked on the front doors.
Lana opened them and smiled at Clark, saying, "Hey, Clark! I'm glad you're here early, we need help moving all the tables into the back room."
"Hi, Lana," Clark grinned and put his jacket on the coat rack set up near the door. He went to one of the tables and lifted it by the small round top and walked towards the back with it. He came back out as Nell and Lana went in carrying a table together, and this continued for a few minutes until the large room was cleared out except for some chairs left behind for guests to use.
Soon the guests began arriving, and the party went on for almost five hours. After the last person had left, Clark and Lana looked at the room full of trash and empty glasses and soda cans. Nell had left with Dean to go back to Metropolis, so it was up to the two of them to clean up the mess. They sighed and began picking up trash.
Two hours later, the Talon was back to normal, but they decided to sit down and have something to eat. Lana dug out some frozen corndogs from the kitchen freezer and they had a wholesome dinner of corndogs and pastries.
By the time they were ready to leave it was almost 8:00 and dark outside. They had locked up half an hour before, and were enjoying the cool night air on the bench in front of the Talon.
They got up and began walking next to eachother. They had gone a few buildings past the Talon when Clark realized his jacket was still on the bench - his mom would kill him if he lost it, he'd only had it for a week. He told Lana to keep walking, and jogged back to get is jacket.
He had just put on his jacket when he heard Lana yell from an alley they had just been near. He supersped to the corner and ran at a believable pace to where the robbers were.
"Let her go!" he yelled.
"Or what, farmboy?!" Yelled one of the men.
Clark stepped forward and threatened them, saying, "I mean it."
The mugger looked at his buddy and then at Clark and grinned. He shoved Lana into a dumpster, knocking her out and leaving a large gash on her head.
Clark was fuming. He supersped up to the first man, and when the robber swung a punch at him, he caught the fist and pushed him just hard enough to knock him a few feet away. Only the man flew all the way to the end of the alley, slamming into the brick wall. Clark heard the sickening 'crunch' as bones broke. He looked at the second man who had a gun leveled at Clark's chest. He sped up and tapped the man on the forehead to knock him out. The man's neck was snapped backwards and his head hit the wall of the building. The man fell limp.
Clark stared in horror at what he had done. He looked at his hands and wonder what was happening to him. He heard a soft moan and remembered Lana. She was in bad shape, the cut on her head was bleeding badly. Clark ran over to her, and reached down, picking her up. He nearly cried as he heard the bone crack when he touched her arms.
He ran to the hospital, his eyes full of tears he could hardly hold back. Doctors rushed a gurney into the room and Clark set her on the bed. One doctor asked him what had happened, he said he found her like that, and that he thought she had some broken bones. The doctor nodded, and Clark watched the staff rush her away.
To be continued...
... when I have at least 4 reviews. ;)
Strength
Chapter 2
Being Saturday, Clark had set his alarm for later, and he was sprawled out on his bed sleeping. The digital numbers on the clock changed to 9:00 and the alarm started beeping. Clark jumped from the sudden noise, the groaned and carefully set his hand down on the alarm button, having learned his lesson after so many "alarm-squishings" before. CRUNCH! Clark drew his hand back quickly. He didn't know what had happened, he had pushed with the amount of force he would use to dial a number on the phone. Definitely not hard enough to break something.
Clark decided he was just tired, and got out of bed. He walked over to the closed bedroom door and grabbed the handle. It gave under his grip, and he found himself holding a wad of mishapen doorknob in his hand. Startled, he dropped the piece of metal on the floor and sat back down on his bed. He picked up a CD case, and expected the crack, but it didn't come. He smiled and picked up the glass that had been filled with water the night before and was glad when it didn't break.
Clark walked back to the door and stuck his finger through the whole where the doorknob used to be, and pulled open the door. He went down to the kitchen for breakfast, making himself some toast. He heard both of his parents outside in the garden, and made his way out there.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Jonathan said as he saw Clark emerge from the house.
"Hey," Clark mumbled.
He gave them the "I have to tell you guys something" look, and Jonathan and Martha simultaneously asked, "What is it, Clark?"
Clark didn't say anything, he just walked over and held out the crushed doorknob with a funny look on his face. His parents looked at it, then at him.
"What did you do that for, Clark?" Martha questioned.
"When I woke up I broke my alarm clock even though I didn't hit it hard, and then when I got up to go downstairs, I crushed the doorknob when I put my hand on it," Clark explained.
"But now you're fine?" asked a concerned Jonathan.
"Yeah, as far as I can tell, it just lasted a few seconds."
"Well it was probably nothing. Why don't you go get dressed, you have a party to go to soon," said Martha as she steered him in the direction of the kitchen door.
An hour later, Clark climbed in the truck and headed to the Talon to meet Lana. He pulled up in front of the building at 10:40 and went and knocked on the front doors.
Lana opened them and smiled at Clark, saying, "Hey, Clark! I'm glad you're here early, we need help moving all the tables into the back room."
"Hi, Lana," Clark grinned and put his jacket on the coat rack set up near the door. He went to one of the tables and lifted it by the small round top and walked towards the back with it. He came back out as Nell and Lana went in carrying a table together, and this continued for a few minutes until the large room was cleared out except for some chairs left behind for guests to use.
Soon the guests began arriving, and the party went on for almost five hours. After the last person had left, Clark and Lana looked at the room full of trash and empty glasses and soda cans. Nell had left with Dean to go back to Metropolis, so it was up to the two of them to clean up the mess. They sighed and began picking up trash.
Two hours later, the Talon was back to normal, but they decided to sit down and have something to eat. Lana dug out some frozen corndogs from the kitchen freezer and they had a wholesome dinner of corndogs and pastries.
By the time they were ready to leave it was almost 8:00 and dark outside. They had locked up half an hour before, and were enjoying the cool night air on the bench in front of the Talon.
They got up and began walking next to eachother. They had gone a few buildings past the Talon when Clark realized his jacket was still on the bench - his mom would kill him if he lost it, he'd only had it for a week. He told Lana to keep walking, and jogged back to get is jacket.
He had just put on his jacket when he heard Lana yell from an alley they had just been near. He supersped to the corner and ran at a believable pace to where the robbers were.
"Let her go!" he yelled.
"Or what, farmboy?!" Yelled one of the men.
Clark stepped forward and threatened them, saying, "I mean it."
The mugger looked at his buddy and then at Clark and grinned. He shoved Lana into a dumpster, knocking her out and leaving a large gash on her head.
Clark was fuming. He supersped up to the first man, and when the robber swung a punch at him, he caught the fist and pushed him just hard enough to knock him a few feet away. Only the man flew all the way to the end of the alley, slamming into the brick wall. Clark heard the sickening 'crunch' as bones broke. He looked at the second man who had a gun leveled at Clark's chest. He sped up and tapped the man on the forehead to knock him out. The man's neck was snapped backwards and his head hit the wall of the building. The man fell limp.
Clark stared in horror at what he had done. He looked at his hands and wonder what was happening to him. He heard a soft moan and remembered Lana. She was in bad shape, the cut on her head was bleeding badly. Clark ran over to her, and reached down, picking her up. He nearly cried as he heard the bone crack when he touched her arms.
He ran to the hospital, his eyes full of tears he could hardly hold back. Doctors rushed a gurney into the room and Clark set her on the bed. One doctor asked him what had happened, he said he found her like that, and that he thought she had some broken bones. The doctor nodded, and Clark watched the staff rush her away.
To be continued...
... when I have at least 4 reviews. ;)
