It All Starts…
Papers flew in all places when Clark came in the offices at the Daily Planet. Anyone in the room would have easily known he just appeared and had powers, but that was only if they were paying attention – which was not the case. Constantly workers passed Clark going faster than he thought a normal person could; so fast he only saw blurs. As lofty as Clark was, he couldn't see over the scrambling people, so he walked onto the stairs beside him and started to search. He observed the occupants hoping to see the one he was there for, then he spotted a golden head whizzing by him. Just as he started towards the figure, the petite woman stopped in her tracks and turned to him; she looked unsure of herself. Clark embraced her in a tight hug, happy she wasn't hurt. Clark let his girl go, but still kept his hold on her narrow waist.
"Clark…what's going on?" she asked staring at him with moist moss green eyes.
"I don't know, Chloe. I don't know." Clark honestly answered. Clark's relieved expression switched to solemn as he loosened his hold and trudged to her desk. He heavily dropped into a stray chair by her desk and sighed; Chloe followed suit and sat in her swivel chair.
"Clark, what is it? What's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Clark shook his head thinking about how this event could be happening. He knew he would always have problems as these, but it was getting ridiculous…why couldn't they give it a rest? Chloe snapped Clark out of his thoughts with a raise of her voice and a shake of her hand.
"CLARK!" his head shot up. He came to tell her what happened and he wasn't doing this very well. He took a deep breath and gathered courage.
"There were explosions at the farm," he voice trembled a little, "…air blasts. They didn't hit the other farms, but…I know there's more coming." Chloe's eyes widened as she listened. It can't be anything supernatural, she thought.
"Oh my god! You're not hurt?" she grasped his arm. He shook his head slowly. "Well, where did they come from? Maybe it was those test nukes they send down every once in while? Maybe they positioned it too close to the residence." She inquired while she turned towards her computer - ready to Google up the situation.
"No Chloe, they were sent down by something else." Chloe stopped for a moment, fear rising. "A light went down into the caves…that's when it happened. I was watching it." Clark dropped his head down breathed deeply.
"Just a light…" Chloe's sentence broke when she turned towards Clark. He didn't hear her talking anymore so he looked up face to face with Chloe. Her expression blank and her gaze almost on Clark; just a little bit off. It was going out the big wall window.
"What?" Clark turned to see what Chloe saw: a bright light in the middle of the street outside the DP. Before he could respond, a blast broke the windows and sent glass flying to his face. Clark covered himself with his exposed arm, the glass cutting tiny gouges out of his flesh. A silent whimper escaped his lips, blood leaving his body.
Screams filled the Daily Planet as swarms of people lay on the ground injured and groups fled through the doors.
"Chloe, are you hurt?" Clark whispered as he spotted her huddled under her desk; he joined her under the shelter.
"I just got cut, that's all." She responded, showing her bleeding face. She wasn't hurt bad, but it was enough. He had to get her out of here; he wasn't leaving until she was safe, a mistake he neglected to do last time they were here. A second blast hit, this one more intense. It damaged the computers and other technologies, causing electricity to surround the DP.
"Com' on" Clark instructed. He helped Chloe up and they started to retreat to the doors when a lethal blast sent Clark flying into the wall. He slid down helplessly, his nose and temple hemorrhaging badly. He didn't have enough energy to get up and the following three or four blasts knocked him unconscious. All the screaming and moaning faded away, and darkness surrounded him.
When Clark came to, he couldn't feel his legs; a large desk was on them. But instead of the lower body pain, he felt a throbbing headache. He could barely lift his eye lids, let alone look around. Clark knew he had to get up so he mustered enough strength to move the desk away from him. It was harder to do then usual which made him speculate it, but he'd wrestle that thought as soon as he got Chloe. Clark leaned up against the wall he slammed against and x-rayed the debris.
He didn't find her body until he'd almost given up. She was sort of moving around and she was breathing, but sparingly. Clark limped over to the location of the body and pushed his hardest to remove the fallen wood pieces. Underneath was a still, fragile Chloe. Her arms and legs were bleeding badly and she whimpered from the pain. Seeing this sight made Clark fall to his knees and stroke Chloe's face; she involuntarily leaned into his hand. Her tiny sniffles reminded Clark that he must hurry before he loses her. With much trouble, Clark lifted Chloe up, cradling her as a baby would be, and sped out of the Daily Planet. The sunlight slightly irritated his eyes, but he was okay. Much better than he was inside the broken building; he had his strength back and he wasn't hurting as bad. However, the small woman in his arms hurt terribly.
The hospital was already bustling with victims of the disaster. Every room was taken so the halls were packed with patients and the medical staff. Clark stood there with Chloe in his arms debating whether he should stay or find somewhere else to take her. He turned to the sliding doors when a doctor came up to him. He had grayish hair even though he looked no older than 30.
"Young man, come with me. There's another place available." He urged Clark to follow him into a less crowded portion of the ER. He led him into a quiet room where he told Clark to put Chloe down onto one of the beds.
"How long has she been unconscious?" the doctor asked. Clark gulped and shrugged his shoulders. The man walked over to the bed and checked Chloe's pulse. He scribbled down something on his clipboard and then looked up at Clark.
"Please sit." Clark obeyed. The doctor checked his injuries and walked towards the door. Clark stopped him.
"Will she be okay?" the look on the boy's face made the doctor's heart ache. The only thing he could do was be honest.
"She has a minor concussion and a few broken bones. The biggest concern is the blood she has loss. But she'll be fine; we'll do all that we can." He gave a small smile and continued on his way. Clark relaxed a little and lay besides Chloe's pale form. He rubbed her arm while his healed. She moved her head a little, forcing a word out.
"Clark?"
"Yeah, Chlo?" his voice was raggedy but gentle.
"Are you okay?" she managed to rest her head on his shoulder. She was more concerned about Clark than herself and this made him feel guilty about what he must do.
"I'm fine…you on the other hand…" he shifted so he could see her face. She was watching him with low teal eyes.
"I'll be alright." Her half-hearted smile pierced his heart. He tenderly kissed her heated forehead and brushed stray hairs out of her face. She was strong enough to open her eyes fully and noticed the cuts on his arm.
"Why are you bleeding? It's was nothing made of kryptonite in there."
"I don't know." He licked his sore lips. "Chloe, I have to leave you here…just for a little while. I need to…" her fingertips covered his mouth. He caught her tiny hand and held it in his.
"I understand. I'm in good hands." Clark released her hand and sat up on the bunk. He glanced at the lady he was leaving yet another time. He didn't want to go, but he felt he had to. "Go on. You're coming back, right?" She urged him to do his duty. Clark slowly walked out the room taking one final glance at his loving, supporting girlfriend.
"Of course I will." He said truthfully. She looked disappointed at his departure, but she firmly believed he'd come back to her.
As Clark walked down the hall he noticed to men in black suits stiffly staring at him. One had his hand in his pocket; the other was persistently fixing his round glasses. There's something strange about those two, he thought. Clark didn't mind too much since he knew he wouldn't be seeing them around anytime soon. Or so he thought.
