-1Chapter Twenty
Clark was pacing. He hadn't slept at all. Impulse had barged into his house and he'd been non the wiser. Then Lex was poking around but what about? Him? But why, since Lex knew everything about him that he himself knew. So many thoughts were running rampage through his mind and he couldn't calm down. But he needed to. Today was a day he needed to be the perfect son. He had to impress his dad's boss at dinner tonight. Sure, his dad had asked but how could he say no. His father's job was important and his dad needed him. But first he needed to fix things with Oliver and figure out what Lex was up too.
His phones alarm went off. He'd yet to replace the alarm clock he'd busted a few days ago. He grabbed some clothes without bothering to see what he was putting on. He almost put his left boot on his right foot. He'd rather of run to school to release some pent up frustration. But with it being a small town that wasn't known for walking to school, he was stuck having to get to school like everyone else. He grabbed his backpack and headed out to his bike. Both tires were flat. He cursed and went to investigate. They were slashed. He looked around and listened intently but picked up nothing.
He didn't want to jump to conclusions but he had a feeling it was his late night visitor. He didn't have another way of getting to school short of running. His dad had the truck and he didn't think Oliver would have come to get him after his fit the previous night. He checked the surrounding miles but didn't pick up on anything out of the normal. He cursed again and slipped into super speed and rushed to school.
Neither of Oliver or Lex's vehicles were in the parking lot. He felt uneasy about standing in the parking lot with hardly anyone here. He figured he could hide out in the Torch office until he heard them arrive. No one was inside the school, save for a few of the nerds and the teachers. The office was locked but he easily fixed that.
He slipped inside and sat down at the desk. He ran his hands through hair and sighed. Things were getting more complicated. First everything with Lois, then Lex was acting crazy, now strange visits, and everything with Whitney. He hadn't been sitting for more than ten minutes before he heard the distinct rumble of one of Lex's favorite sport cars.
He waited a bit more before sneaking back out of the office and running right to Lex at his locker. "Well, I didn't think you would be willing to associate yourself with us since your burst with Oliver last night," Lex said looking over at him.
"I regret saying what I did and I'll apologize when I see him but right now we have a bigger problem," He said.
"What is it?" Lex asked, immediate concern written across his face.
"I had a visitor last night. Went by Impulse and said you had asked the right questions and it got to the right people. Something about how I was the lucky one to get away or something like that. Then Oliver tells me you've been possed about something," He answered.
"Your not going to like it," Lex admitted.
"I'm not liking much in life right now," He replied.
"I found a some information about you. It didn't add up. And then all of that with Whitney. Did you know, he showed up to school in a new Hummer, thing is, Whitney's father can barely afford the rent and it's not much," Lex said.
"So who bought the car?" Clark asked.
"I'm working on it. But I can also add a search on this Impulse fellow," Lex answered.
"Thanks," He replied.
"How about some recon tonight on Whitney?" Lex asked.
"How so?" He asked.
"The benefit tonight. Met U cheer squad is going to be there for fundraising, which I'm all about but so is Lana and Chloe. And Whitney is going to do some ground work to get Lana back. Or so I hear," Lex said.
"Or overhear as your baking cookies?" He teased. He couldn't help it. It was too good of a chance.
"Hey, your on thin ice. I wouldn't make insults like that," Oliver said joining them at the lockers.
"Oliver," Clark started to apologize but Oliver tossed his hand into the air.
"Don't. We've all got a lot going against us these days. Were bound to snap on each other," Oliver said grabbing some of his books.
"Doesn't change the fact that I really am sorry. I shouldn't have snapped and let my anger get the better of me," Clark apologized.
"It's alright, Clark. We're still tight as ever," Oliver said while cocking a grin his way.
"Tell Oliver what happened," Lex chimed in once their business was over.
"I had a late night visitor and it's all because of Lex," Clark started.
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"Sir, you wanted to see me?" He pushed on the rim of his glasses and slid them back up the bridge of his nose. He walked in from the doorway of the bosses office.
"Ah, Doctor Williams. I hope you have good news for me," He ran a hand over his cropped hair.
"I have some Mr. Thompson. Or well, theories that will need to be tested," Dr. Williams said.
"I see. What are the percentages of success?" Tex asked.
"Between 70 and 90 percent, sir," Dr. Williams nervously asked.
"I'm a scientist myself, Dr. Williams. No need to sweat fear when I ask a simple question," Tex smiled and turned from his office window. "I like the odds of that. Tell me what you need and we'll get started."
"Can you prepare by tonight?" Dr. Williams asked.
"It won't be a problem. I have deep pockets, as you know. How much of a risk will a public setting be?" Tex asked.
"Witnesses can be dealt with and the situations can appear as accidents with the proper measures taken," Dr. Williams answered.
"Good. He'll be at the benefit tonight. Be ready," Tex ordered before shooing him away with a wave of his hand.
He turned back to his window, his smile consuming his face. Tonight was going to be the night that he would get some answers and best know how to capture the subject. Soon, everything would be in his grasp and he would have his experiment back where it belonged. In his lab. Ironically, it would be the lab designed the subjects own father.