Hey, guys. It's me again with another chapter of this story. I hope you'll like this one, since it's probably the longest chapter I've written. Yet. Please, read and review, I would really appreciate it.
Disclaimer, which I almost always forget: I don't own Superman.
Chapter 14 - Kidnapped
Sarah felt incredibly dizzy, and that's saying something, considering she hasn't opened her eyes yet. She could feel, though. She could feel she was lying on an uncomfortable mattress. She slowly opened her eyes, which took her much more effort than usual. And then, she realized something.
She's not in her room. She recognized it by the ceiling. Her ceiling was pure white with some blue patterns. This ceiling was just wood.. with holes in it. If you asked her, she would tell you that she saw a spider up there somewhere.
She noticed she was still wearing her ‚pajamas' – shorts and a tank top. She was taken while she was asleep.
‚Duh, Sarah..' she thought.
Okay, so she is not in her room. Where is she, then? She slowly sat up and looked around. The furniture was definitely old, with a lot of dust on it. Obviously, nobody's been here in a long time.
So, somebody kiddnaped her. It was the only rational solution to this. Why else would she be here? She went over to the door and tried to open it. Locked.
‚Great,' thought Sarah, ‚maybe there's a window somewhere.'
She looked around the room once again and found a window. Unfortunately, it had bars, probably made out of iron or steel or something. There was no way she would be able to tore it apart.
So, who would kidnap her? She was nothing special. A chill ran down her spine when she remember the only person who would have a reason to kidnap her. A person who promised to her that he would find her. A person she's always been afraid of.
Sarah could hear steps outside of the room, and she stopped dead in her tracks. She even stopped breathing.
‚Okay, Sarah. Calm down. If it IS him, you just have to kick his ass. Come on, you have a black belt in karate,' thought Sarah.
She could hear a number of locks being unlocked. And then, the door slowly opened. She slowly, extremely slowly looked around.
In front of her stood a man. He was tall, muscular (and a little fat), with blue eyes that once shone with sincerity, but now you could only see the darkness in them.
He looked older than Sarah remember him, but there was no mistaking for who he was. Suddenly, he spoke.
„Hello, Sarah."
If you asked Clark, he would say he is not worried. But you could clearly see the concern and a little fear in his eyes. And truth be told, Clark was scared shitless. Sarah hasn't been to school the whole day, and even her family didn't know where she was. Arianna told him that she went to sleep, and then, the next morning, she was gone. There was a possibility of kidnapping, according to sheriff Adams, the sister of his Math teacher.
Sheriff Adams already started a search party or something like that. She explained it to him, but Clark wasn't paying much attention. The only thing he was worried about is Sarah. How could he let her be kidnapped? For god's sake, he could hear her heartbeat from the other side of town, and he failed to hear, or see, for that matter, that somebody took her?
Martha came into the living room where Clark was sitting, drinking his tea (which was extremely hot, if she may add), and watching TV. She knew, though, that Clark wasn't watching the TV. He was thinking. She knew that expression. He was thinking, and he felt guilty.
„Clark," said Martha. Clark didn't turn around, he was most likely too zoned out to hear her. She kneeled in front of him.
„Clark. Listen to me. It wasn't your fault," said Martha. Unnoticed by Martha, nor Clark, for that matter, Jonathan came into the room as well.
It was then that Clark spoke.
„If she gets hurt.. I swear to God, I'm gonna find them. And I'm gonna..." he didn't finish the sentence. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
Killing wasn't the way. He has these powers.
„I have these powers for a.. I have these powers," said Clark, sounding like something dawned on him. Suddenly, he stood up.
„I'm gonna find her."
His parents didn't even have the time to say anything to him, because suddenly, he was gone. Super speed.
„Clark. I know you can hear me. I know you can find her. We believe in you."
His voice sounded even more.. evil... than she remembered it. A chill ran down her spine again, but she decided to ignore it.
„Hello, Jack," said Sarah bitterly, though even she could see the fear in her voice. And she guessed her facial expression wasn't any better.
The man looked at her and smiled. It definitely wasn't a kind smile. Nor it looked like a smile, for that matter. It looked extremely forced, and dare she say it, extremely evil.
„Why are you calling me Jack?" asked the man. Sarah laughed a little, though her eyes shone with unshed tears.
„Because that's your name, isn't it? Why did you kidnap me?" asked Sarah. Her fear was starting to get replaced by pure, raw anger. How dare he? How dare he kidnap her? Take her away from her family?
He smiled again, though it looked even more forced than before. „Yes, it is my name. Though, if I remember correctly, you used to call me.. daddy."
She closed her eyes. A few tears escaped her and ran down her cheeks. She looked down at her feet and then back at him. „That was before. Before you started abusing us. Before you started drinking. Before you KILLED mom and John!" Sarah all but shouted, her anger reaching the melting point.
His smile faltered. Obviously, it wasn't the reaction he's expected. Then, he looked at her with those blue eyes of his, so much like her own, and so much unlike Clark's. She then remember Clark. Her sweet little (heh) farmboy, whose eyes literally shone with sincerity. What would she give to see them now... Unfortunately, she was stuck in a room with him.
Her anger quickly disappeared, and was, once again, replaced by fear.
„What do you want from me? Why did you kidnap me? And how did you get out of prison?" asked Sarah, her voice shaking.
Her father.. no, Jack, smiled again. „You are the only close family I have left, babygirl. I've changed."
Sarah immediately cringed at the nickname. Her mother used to call her that. He didn't. The only thing he's ever called her was.. she didn't want to think about it.
And changed? She scoffed at it internally. There is no way he has changed. He is far too gone. Far too evil.
She slowly composed herself and held her chin high. She had to be brave. She had to be strong.
„I am NOT your family. Not anymore," said Sarah, while looking up at him. She could see he was starting to get angry. She expected that. What she didn't expect, however, was the contact her palm made with her cheek. It was strong, and she wasn't grounded, so she fell down.
Truth be told, it hurt like bitch. But it wasn't unfamiliar. Still didn't hurt any less. She slowly got up, the tears from her eyes now falling freely on her cheeks.
„Changed, huh? You didn't change one bit. You are still short-tempered. You are still abusive. And you are still CRAZY," said Sarah. She tried to make her voice sound as strong as she could, but the fear still creeped into it. She mentally scolded herself, but it didn't help much.
He looked extremely angry now, and she could see he clenched his fist again. She decided to push it a little more, though she knew it wouldn't end very good for her. „Now, show me how you've changed. Though I still don't believe it. Not even one bit. You haven't changed," said Sarah. He seemed extremely angry, looking very close to furious, his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.
He, much to Sarah's surprise, stormed out of the room while hitting a wall with a lot of force, and then locked the door behind him.
It was about 3 hours after Clark started looking for Sarah and he got nothing. He didn't even have the evidence that she was still in Smallville.
Clark was trying to listen to her heartbeat – he failed. Either she was too far away, or he was too distracted. Well, it was most likely the latter.
‚Get it together, Kent. Your girlfriend was kidnapped, and more than likely, you are her only hope,' thought Clark, mentally scolding himself.
He x-rayed almost every house in the town, except for the very old ones at the outskirts of the city. It was time to look there.
It's been a couple of hours, she guessed, since the first and the last time he came to her, but Sarah had a plan. The only thing she needed was him to come to her again. And, apparently, that time was now.
She noticed he didn't lock the door when he was in the room with her, which was an advantage. She was lucky he was pretty dumb. Really, she failed to see what her mother saw in him all those years ago.
The door slowly opened and he came in, a bottle of water in one hand, and, apparently, a sandwich in the other. He tried to smile gently, but it looked like some kind of a crazy comic book villain.
„What do you want?" asked Sarah. She tried to seem angry, but based on the look on his face, she was either very bad at acting or he just didn't give a shit.
„Figured you would be hungry," said Jack, trying to sound... sweet? Well, he definitely failed.
„I'm not, thanks," said Sarah, while she thought it was time, „but listen. I believe there is a chance you've changed.."
After she said that, he got that creepy smile on his face again. Apparently, he couldn't smile any other way. And while he was distracted, Sarah decided to make her move.
„We-.." he didn't get to finish the thought, because he was interrupted by Sarah foot on his balls, and then with a fist into his face.
Sarah started running towards the door. After she got out of the room, she started running down the stairs. She then noticed the front door, and that it was probably locked. She didn't give a damn. She ran into it with her shoulder and broke it down. Of course, she didn't have the time to balance herself, so she fell down along with the door.
Her shoulder hurt like hell, but she had to push past it. She had to go. She had to run. She then noticed that the entire house was fenced with barbed fence. The fence itself wasn't too tall, but the barbed wire seemed very sharp, and it would probably hurt like hell, but she didn't care at the moment.
She climbed onto it, while she noticed Jack running towards her. She had to climb faster, she had to get out of here.
"SARAH, STOP!" shouted Jack, but she ignored him. She climbed, and then she felt a white hot pain in her abdomen. She cried out in pain.
"Shit," mumbled Sarah quietly. Fortunately for her, she still had the adrenaline rush, so she was able to climb out the fence and get to the other side of the fence. She then started running like hell, because there was no way she would let herself be captured again.
She heard someone yelling her name, but she barely registered it.
It wasn't until a few hundred yards away that she finally stopped and everything went black.
Clark heard a cry (or was it yell?), and he immediately recognized the voice as Sarah's. There was no time to think if he was crazy or if it was indeed Sarah voice, because it was a cry nonetheless. He started running towards the direction of the cry. He noticed there was an old house, a barbed fence with a lot of blood on it, and most importantly, Sarah, falling down from the top of the fence. She started running somewhere, so Clark started going after her.
"Sarah!" Clark all but shouted, but she didn't seem to have heard him. It wasn't until a few yards then that she slowed down. Clark went over to her.
"Sarah, thank God," said Clark, but he didn't have the time to thank his lucky stars yet. She was bleeding profusely from a wound in the abdomen, and was not conscious. Clark knew what he had to do. He took down his jacket and started making pressure on the wound, while he picked her up with one hand and started running towards Smallville General.
There was no way she was going to die. There was no way he was going to let her die.
The first thing Sarah heard after she blacked out was the beeping of a machine. And she felt someone else's hand on hers. She slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that she was in a hospital. How did she get here? She looked at her hand and saw Clark was holding it. So, that's how she got here.
His eyes were closed, he was probably asleep. She gently stroked his hand. And that's when his eyes slowly opened. When he noticed she was awake, he smiled. It wasn't the evil or forced smile like Jack had. This smile was genuine, happy.
"Clark.." said Sarah. Her throat was dry, considering she didn't drink the day before her kidnapping. Clark seemed to notice this, and he handed her a glass of water. She smiled at him and nodded, giving him his thanks.
After taking a few gulps, her throat felt much better. She tried to sit up, then, but a sharp pain in her abdomen stopped her. She hissed in pain and looked at Clark with a questioning look.
"You hurt yourself while you were climbing the barbed fence. You'll have to take it easy for a couple of days. Sarah, god... You almost bled out.." said Clark, and she could still hear the concern in his voice. She then looked him in the eyes and definitely saw concern.
"Hey," said Sarah gently, "I'm alright, everything is alright now."
Clark just held her hand a little tighter, not that she minded.
"How long have I been out?" asked Sarah.
"I found you yesterday, it's 5PM now," answered Clark. She then looked at him. Has he been here the whole time?
"Clark, how long have you been here?" asked Sarah then. Clark looked a little sheepish, but he answered nonetheless.
"Since I brought you here…"
"Clark, but-" Sarah tried to tell him that he should've gone to school or something, but he cut her off.
"No, Sarah. You were hurt. I was not going to go to school or go home, there was no way I was going to leave you. Not now, not ever. I don't want to lose you. Understood?" said Clark. Sarah just smiled a little and nodded.
He really cared about her. Of course, she knew that before. But he cared about her a lot. She tried to reach for him, but he put a hand on her chest and gently pulled her down. Sarah then looked at him.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Clark with a concern in his voice again, but Sarah could hear the amusement in his voice, too.
"Since apparently you aren't going to let me sit, you just have to get here and kiss me, farmboy," said Sarah. Clark looked a little surprised, but of course, he smiled, bent down and kissed her deeply.
Clark realized that when he was with her, and when he knew she was safe, he couldn't care less about anything else. It may sound a bit weird.. and maybe it's too soon, but he really felt complete with her. And he hoped she felt the same way with him.
After a few seconds, somebody cleared their throat. Clark was startled a little and broke of their kiss, while Sarah started laughing a little. Damn super-senses, don't work when you need them. Clark looked behind him and noticed that Sarah's family was there.
"Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds," said Arianna with a teasing smile, but Sarah could see the concern in her eyes.
Clark then stood up. "I think I'm gonna leave you three alone, guys," he said, as he gently kissed Sarah on the forehead.
"See you tomorrow?" asked Clark. Sarah just nodded with a smile. As Clark made his way to the door, Frank stopped him.
"Clark?" he asked.
"Yeah?" asked Clark. What could this be about?
"I just wanted to.. thank you. For saving her.." said Frank with a smile, while Arianna was chatting with Sarah. Clark looked at her, and at the exact same moment, she looked at him and smiled.
"There is nothing I wouldn't do for her, Frank.." said Clark as Frank clapped him on the shoulder with a smile. Frank really liked that boy. He was perfect for his little girl.
After Clark left, Frank and Arianna were talking with Sarah.
"Police are looking for Jack right now, it seems he's escaped. I'm sorry, honey.." said Arianna. Sarah just smiled and shook her head.
"It's alright. The important thing is that I'm here with you," said Sarah. Frank and Arianna smiled, and then looked at each other. Apparently, some kind of a non-verbal conversation was going on between them.
It was Frank then who spoke.
"Sarah, sweetheart.. you know that, sooner or later, you're will have to tell Clark about your father, right?"
Sarah froze a little, but then she nodded. Of course she knew she would have to tell Clark about it. And she decided that it would definitely be sooner than later.
"Yeah, I know."
So, what do you think about this chapter? I hope you liked it :D Sorry it took me this long, I had a little bit of a writer block, and I still have it. It's probably the tiredness or something. Please, R&R.
1 yard - 0.91m (I didn't know whether to use yards or meters)
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