I hope this part doesn't suck too much. I hate writing fight scenes. oh
well *shrugs*
Part 3
As quick as humanly possible Pete took off running in the opposite direction. However super strength running is hard to compete with, impossible actually Pete realized as he stopped and leaned against the crumbling wall of an old warehouse. It had started to rain and the sky was as gray as death.
As Clark came nearer, Pete couldn't help but compare the old innocent friend he used to know to this threatening stranger, god he looked like something out of the movie 'Blade', all dressed in leather and what was up with that trenchcoat. At least the old Clark had some fashion sense. At least the old Clark wasn't so. evil.
Out of breath Pete tried to joke, "Clark, man, I saw you on tv. so, um, how've you been?" This was it; the time had come, he swallowed his fear and tried to look brave, unfortunately for him it didn't work.
"I've been better than ever... finally." Abruptly Clark grabbed him by the shirt collar and gripped his forgotten companion's throat with a hostile fist. Dead, expressionless eyes stared back at the frightened man, "Now, why does everyone seem to have a problem with that?"
"Well." Pete choked out the words, "You have been killing a lot of innocent people, and what with the destroying countries and all."
Wild with anger Clark flung Pete through the brick wall, "Shut up!"
Close to unconsciousness, Pete landed on the middle of the decrepit building. Regardless of the pain coursing through his body, he still tried to stand up. His memory flashed back to the freshman english class he had taken with Clark. Do not go gentle into that good night. Stupid poem. Why would anyone want to go fighting to their death? He'd have rather gone sleeping peacefully in his bed, but no, everything had to be done the hard way. "Why did you do it, Clark?"
The other man flew inside the building slowly, taking pleasure in the damage he was causing.
"Why did you do it?!" More upset than scared now, Pete repeated the unanswered question.
"I was sick of pretending." The rain was really come down outside now, a few gusts of wind flooded through the gapping hole in the wall. "I was sick of it all. My parents wanted me to be careful, they thought they were protecting me." Standing toe to toe with Pete he cracked his knuckles and spat out, "They weren't protecting me. They were scared. They didn't want me to realize how much power I held over them, over everyone."
"I can't believe this!" How many times had he envied the love the Kents had shown their son? It was the perfect loving family, until Clark destroyed it all, "They loved you, man. You were their only child."
With another strong punch, Clark sent Pete flying a few feet back, "It was a fake. Everything was a fake. They lied to me!"
"They were protecting you."
"From who? The government?" Clark walked over to where Pete was lying on the floor. In a serious tone Clark spoke, "The government was never a threat to me. The only threat was in hiding, it nearly destroyed me. Just trying to be normal, but never truly fitting in. I just wanted to be like everyone else, however foolish of a wish that turned out to be. There were so many times I wanted to tell you. but if the truth would have gotten out."
For the briefest second Pete thought he saw a hint of the old Clark he used to know.
"But I was scared. Well, I'm tired of hiding. It's over."
In a small voice Pete replied, "You could have told me, I would have understood. I was your friend, Clark. I was your friend and you turned your back on me. on everyone."
"It had to be done," Clark said without a second thought.
"And why Lana? You loved her." As Pete slowly got to his feet Clark watched him with the eyes of a predator.
"She knew too much." Throwing a failed punch Clark continued, "I told her about it. I told her everything, at the senior prom. She said she understood, she said she didn't care, but she was lying, like everyone else. Lana hated me. I saw it in her eyes." A second punch was thrown, this one connecting with Pete's face, "The meteor wasn't my fault! But Lana blamed me. for everything."
"No, she didn't."
"It's doesn't matter, it's over," The rage pent up inside Clark released itself from its restraints and determinedly he lashed out, until Pete was huddled on the floor, bloody and beaten. "It's over."
Death was approaching, filling Pete's eyes with tunnel vision and darkness. Cracked lips called out a painful question, "Why. me.?"
"Because," Giving him one last look Clark deadpanned, "You're a part of my past." As his childhood best friend was dying behind him, Clark walked out into the rain that was flooding the city. Never looking back, he took off into the air.
Police sirens called out in the night, their blaring noise only second to the torrential rain that seemed to fill the whole warehouse. For a second Pete thought someone might find him before it was too late. But it already was. Gathering his courage, he said a silent prayer for his fallen friend and for the world he was leaving behind, and shut his eyes forever.
Part 3
As quick as humanly possible Pete took off running in the opposite direction. However super strength running is hard to compete with, impossible actually Pete realized as he stopped and leaned against the crumbling wall of an old warehouse. It had started to rain and the sky was as gray as death.
As Clark came nearer, Pete couldn't help but compare the old innocent friend he used to know to this threatening stranger, god he looked like something out of the movie 'Blade', all dressed in leather and what was up with that trenchcoat. At least the old Clark had some fashion sense. At least the old Clark wasn't so. evil.
Out of breath Pete tried to joke, "Clark, man, I saw you on tv. so, um, how've you been?" This was it; the time had come, he swallowed his fear and tried to look brave, unfortunately for him it didn't work.
"I've been better than ever... finally." Abruptly Clark grabbed him by the shirt collar and gripped his forgotten companion's throat with a hostile fist. Dead, expressionless eyes stared back at the frightened man, "Now, why does everyone seem to have a problem with that?"
"Well." Pete choked out the words, "You have been killing a lot of innocent people, and what with the destroying countries and all."
Wild with anger Clark flung Pete through the brick wall, "Shut up!"
Close to unconsciousness, Pete landed on the middle of the decrepit building. Regardless of the pain coursing through his body, he still tried to stand up. His memory flashed back to the freshman english class he had taken with Clark. Do not go gentle into that good night. Stupid poem. Why would anyone want to go fighting to their death? He'd have rather gone sleeping peacefully in his bed, but no, everything had to be done the hard way. "Why did you do it, Clark?"
The other man flew inside the building slowly, taking pleasure in the damage he was causing.
"Why did you do it?!" More upset than scared now, Pete repeated the unanswered question.
"I was sick of pretending." The rain was really come down outside now, a few gusts of wind flooded through the gapping hole in the wall. "I was sick of it all. My parents wanted me to be careful, they thought they were protecting me." Standing toe to toe with Pete he cracked his knuckles and spat out, "They weren't protecting me. They were scared. They didn't want me to realize how much power I held over them, over everyone."
"I can't believe this!" How many times had he envied the love the Kents had shown their son? It was the perfect loving family, until Clark destroyed it all, "They loved you, man. You were their only child."
With another strong punch, Clark sent Pete flying a few feet back, "It was a fake. Everything was a fake. They lied to me!"
"They were protecting you."
"From who? The government?" Clark walked over to where Pete was lying on the floor. In a serious tone Clark spoke, "The government was never a threat to me. The only threat was in hiding, it nearly destroyed me. Just trying to be normal, but never truly fitting in. I just wanted to be like everyone else, however foolish of a wish that turned out to be. There were so many times I wanted to tell you. but if the truth would have gotten out."
For the briefest second Pete thought he saw a hint of the old Clark he used to know.
"But I was scared. Well, I'm tired of hiding. It's over."
In a small voice Pete replied, "You could have told me, I would have understood. I was your friend, Clark. I was your friend and you turned your back on me. on everyone."
"It had to be done," Clark said without a second thought.
"And why Lana? You loved her." As Pete slowly got to his feet Clark watched him with the eyes of a predator.
"She knew too much." Throwing a failed punch Clark continued, "I told her about it. I told her everything, at the senior prom. She said she understood, she said she didn't care, but she was lying, like everyone else. Lana hated me. I saw it in her eyes." A second punch was thrown, this one connecting with Pete's face, "The meteor wasn't my fault! But Lana blamed me. for everything."
"No, she didn't."
"It's doesn't matter, it's over," The rage pent up inside Clark released itself from its restraints and determinedly he lashed out, until Pete was huddled on the floor, bloody and beaten. "It's over."
Death was approaching, filling Pete's eyes with tunnel vision and darkness. Cracked lips called out a painful question, "Why. me.?"
"Because," Giving him one last look Clark deadpanned, "You're a part of my past." As his childhood best friend was dying behind him, Clark walked out into the rain that was flooding the city. Never looking back, he took off into the air.
Police sirens called out in the night, their blaring noise only second to the torrential rain that seemed to fill the whole warehouse. For a second Pete thought someone might find him before it was too late. But it already was. Gathering his courage, he said a silent prayer for his fallen friend and for the world he was leaving behind, and shut his eyes forever.
