"Sir, Mr. Kent is gone"
Lex snapped his head up "He's what?"
"Uh... he's gone... Sir" the guard repeated
"Where is he?" His anger was rising. How could they be so careless?
"We... uh..." the guard raised his head and looked at Lex "We don't know, Sir"
Lex didnt hesitate, he grabbed his gun, aimed it at the guard, and fired.
"That's for a job bad done"
He walked out of the room. Hardly as scared as he was when he first heard. Besides, it was freezing, Clark couldnt get far. He would pay though, he would be punished, just as soon as he found him.
The air felt so cold against his bear chest and face. He was going to die, he could feel it, the was numbness taking over his body, soon enough he wouldn't feel anything.
blissful drowsiness seemed to call to him, and he greatfully welcomed it with open doors. His eyes began to shut, and he could feel his body closing down. But not before he heard that familiar cry call out his name. It almost seemed distant, like it was an illusion. But the urgentness in it told him it wasnt. No, it was a real cry.
The cry of his mother.
"CLARK!!!!!!!!" Martha screamed at the top of her lungs. It was loud and high pitched, a signal for Clark to know they were coming, and a sign to let the team know (that was getting Clark) that they needed to run, seeing as Lionel's men, as well as himself, were busy holding there ears.
And they ran, the ran as fast as they could to the famous Kent truck. Squishy it was, yes, but it would do.
minutes later, they were on there way. Strangely enough, though, Lionel's men didn't seem to be following them. Strange indeed.
"Good save, Mrs. Kent. But that hurt" Pete spoke from the back, tenderly touching his ear
"Sorry, I had no idea I could scream that high" She replied half chuckling
"Ya, well I bet Clark heard that" Lana joked.
And he had.
The jokes were over. Now it was time to be serious. They had to get Clark, and quick.
"Alright, so you guys know the plan, right?" Chloe asked. They nodded "So Mr. Kent, you and Pete are gonna go in in these suits and pretend to be guards" She held up 2 security guard suits "Mrs. Kent, your driving the truck so we can get Clark out fast, I'm gonna wait at the door and help them carry Clark- seeing as Clark's probably gonna need help- and also check for guards coming in and signal you guys. And Lana your gonna your here for support, so Clark can feel safe" They again nodded, though Lana felt like she should be doing more.
"Okay, so my Uncle is letting us use a plane, only cause I said it was for a report for school. So, if he asks, make sure you say something along those lines"
"Alright, were is it?" Johnathan spoke in.
Chloe pointed to a place out a window "There"
"Mr. Luthor, Sir, shouldn't we be going after them?" A guard questioned. Lionel was getting annoyed at all these stupid guards.
"No, Steve. We have a plan. We'll get them fast enough" Lionel reassured all the guards
Steve nodded.
A voice came out of the radio Lionel had in his hand "Sir, they're at the plane site"
"Thankyou, John. I'll call you when I have more orders" He smiled again, that same wicked smile, it was getting so old. He was going to have BAD laugh lines at a rate like this.
Lionel walked over to a man "These voice recorders sure come in handy, don't they, General Lane?" Lionel snickered.
A muffled voice came out of the mans gag.
"Now, now, if you try to hard, it'll make it worse." He stifled a laugh "Here, let me help you" Lionel offered, aggressively ripping the gag out of the General's mouth. He immediately began talking.
"What are you gonna do to the poor children and family??!?!"
"Simple, I'll kill them" He couldnt help it, he laughed a fun and hearty old mans laugh. A hint of laugh with a gallon of evil would be the way to tell you of the mans laugh. Evil it was.
Lionel stopped, and suddenly became serious. "And you"
General Samuel Lane, highest in his class, greatest in everything he'd ever done, froze. Froze from fear and anger towards the dispicable Lionel Luthor. Froze because everything he'd ever worked for was about to go down the drain. And the annual award day was Tomorrow. He was going to miss it. His anger soon overcame everthing else. He wouldnt let this happen, not to him, he was better then that, he was better then Lionel Luthor.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME!!!!! YOU SON OF A-" He was cut off.
"Don't shout now, Lane. It's a waist of time and energy. Why don't you... just go to sleep?" Lionel mentioned. He motioned for a man to come over and help him. The General didn't fret, just sat still, he had nothing to loose. And so he let the needle come to his neck and pierce through his sensitive skin. He let go then, let go of all his fears, of all his anger, all his hate and happiness, and submitted to the needles workings.
"Good, now, lets go" Lionel spoke with satisfaction "We have a boy to get"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
"...Mom?" Clark looked around. Nothing was there. He felt something, something almost warm, but as soon as it touched the snow turned ice cold.
It was coming from his thigh, something was there, poisoning his system, making him so weak. The pain itself was enough to make him pass out, but the freezingness of the snow seemed to help it.
His mind was fogging up, and he couldnt think straight. His body was shutting down again. But he couldnt stop, he had to find the source of his pain.
The time it took him to sit up was almost an hour, though he only recognized as a minute or so. Once he sat up, he seen it, the top of his favorite green rock buldging out from his left pocket. Blood covered the top half of his leg.
"Oh, God, no" He whispered. He didnt stop though. He ripped his pants easily, considering the amount of blood that had weakened the materials hold. The rock was in far. He suspected he'd fallen on it when he passed out.
He grabbed hold of the rock, and pulled. He screamed loudly, but didnt stop.
"AHHHHH!!!" And it came out, as well as a flood of watery blood. It reminded him of a dike that had broken. He didnt have enough strength throw the rock away, a pity indeed.
And so he let his back fall against the snow. His eyes were becoming fuzzy, every small sound was blending into nothing, nothing at all. So much nothing that he didnt hear loud truck zoom past him. The truck that if he had of been paying attention, he would've noticed was his saviours. But he didnt, he just gave in to the neverending sleep that was calling to him.
Okay, so that's all for now, I'd like reviews, if you have the time. Ideas are welcome also.
