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Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
My Idea: I had a question at the end of "Craving." If there was all that kryptonite in the greenhouse and the greenhouse exploded wouldn't some of that kryptonite go flying through the air? Hhhhhmmmmmm
~~~…~~~ = Clark's thoughts
***…*** = Pete's thoughts
End of "Craving":
Clark summoned all the energy he could and hurled himself toward Jodie, knocking her down. He kept himself on top of her trying to cover as much of her body as possible.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
The greenhouse exploded. Clark felts the rush of intense heat and shrapnel hitting his body. Forgetting about the meteor rocks, Clark was surprised to feel extreme, almost unbearable, pain. The blast soon subsided. Clark tried to get up, but the usual pain he experiences from the meteor rocks seems to have multiplied by a thousand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to his feet. He rolled off Jodie onto the ground. This, to his surprise, seemed only to make the pain he was experiencing even worse.
"JODIE!!! JODIE!!!" Pete called after seeing the greenhouse and regaining his senses. He ran over to the greenhouse, searching frantically. "JODIE!!! JODIE!!!" He called again. Through his panic he heard a faint voice.
"Pete." Clark whispered. ~~~I can't let him see me like this. Come on Clark get up~~~ But despite how hard he tried, he was still unable to muster up the strength.
Pete ran over in the direction of the voice, until he saw a body.
"Jodie? Jodie, are you ok?" He got no answer from her.
"I think she's unconscious," Clark whispered.
"Clark what are you doing here. Are you alright?" Pete asked, surprised to find Clark there.
"Fine. How's Jodie?"
"She doesn't look to good. Though, she looks better than you?"
~~~Better than me, that's impossible. I should look fine. I should look like I wasn't even in the explosion, like I always do.~~~
"We better get Jodie to a hospital." Clark said.
"I think I better take you both." Pete said.
"I'm fine, really. I'm just a little shook up from the explosion."
But Pete didn't hang around to hear anything more. He ran off to bring his car closer to his friends. When he got back Jodie is still laying there not moving and Clark is still rambling on about how he's ok.
***And he says he's ok. The guy didn't even notice I left.***
Pete picked up Jodie and put her in the back of his car. Then he went back to help Clark. When he got back Clark was still mumbling about being fine.
"I'm fine……I'm fine…I…I…can't be hurt…not possible…not…possible…has to…has to be…be the rocks…rocks…only hurt…"
Clark could feel himself losing consciousness, and everything around him started to spin.
"Come on Clark man, don't pass out. You're to heavy for me to carry."
Pete reached down and started to set Clark up. During the process, he placed his hand on Clark's back. It felt very wet. Pete looked at his hand, which he found stained red with blood.
"AWW man Clark, you're bleeding man."
This startled Clark out of his stupor.
"BLEEDING!!! I can't be bleeding. Not…possible."
"Clark your back is covered with blood, and so is ground you were laying on. Let me take off your jacket man. To see how bad it is."
Pete takes off Clark's jacket. ***Still can't see anything.***
"I'm going to take off your shirt too."
Clark didn't object. He didn't have the strength to fight, he had to save all of it to remain conscious enough to understand Pete. Pete took off Clark's shirt. Looking at his back he found many small puncture wounds. In one of them he saw a glowing green rock.
"AAWW man." Pete said.
"What?" Clark whispered.
"Your back is full of small holes man. And your…your skin??? It's…I can't describe it…it's like…"
But Clark sat back abruptly, blocking Pete's view.
"Listen to me Pete. Call my dad."
"Clark man, they can call him at the hospital once I get you there."
"NO!!! I CAN'T go to the hospital. Just call my dad. Please Pete."
Unable to resist the pleas of his friend Pete ran to his car to get his cell phone.
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
My Idea: I had a question at the end of "Craving." If there was all that kryptonite in the greenhouse and the greenhouse exploded wouldn't some of that kryptonite go flying through the air? Hhhhhmmmmmm
~~~…~~~ = Clark's thoughts
***…*** = Pete's thoughts
End of "Craving":
Clark summoned all the energy he could and hurled himself toward Jodie, knocking her down. He kept himself on top of her trying to cover as much of her body as possible.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
The greenhouse exploded. Clark felts the rush of intense heat and shrapnel hitting his body. Forgetting about the meteor rocks, Clark was surprised to feel extreme, almost unbearable, pain. The blast soon subsided. Clark tried to get up, but the usual pain he experiences from the meteor rocks seems to have multiplied by a thousand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to his feet. He rolled off Jodie onto the ground. This, to his surprise, seemed only to make the pain he was experiencing even worse.
"JODIE!!! JODIE!!!" Pete called after seeing the greenhouse and regaining his senses. He ran over to the greenhouse, searching frantically. "JODIE!!! JODIE!!!" He called again. Through his panic he heard a faint voice.
"Pete." Clark whispered. ~~~I can't let him see me like this. Come on Clark get up~~~ But despite how hard he tried, he was still unable to muster up the strength.
Pete ran over in the direction of the voice, until he saw a body.
"Jodie? Jodie, are you ok?" He got no answer from her.
"I think she's unconscious," Clark whispered.
"Clark what are you doing here. Are you alright?" Pete asked, surprised to find Clark there.
"Fine. How's Jodie?"
"She doesn't look to good. Though, she looks better than you?"
~~~Better than me, that's impossible. I should look fine. I should look like I wasn't even in the explosion, like I always do.~~~
"We better get Jodie to a hospital." Clark said.
"I think I better take you both." Pete said.
"I'm fine, really. I'm just a little shook up from the explosion."
But Pete didn't hang around to hear anything more. He ran off to bring his car closer to his friends. When he got back Jodie is still laying there not moving and Clark is still rambling on about how he's ok.
***And he says he's ok. The guy didn't even notice I left.***
Pete picked up Jodie and put her in the back of his car. Then he went back to help Clark. When he got back Clark was still mumbling about being fine.
"I'm fine……I'm fine…I…I…can't be hurt…not possible…not…possible…has to…has to be…be the rocks…rocks…only hurt…"
Clark could feel himself losing consciousness, and everything around him started to spin.
"Come on Clark man, don't pass out. You're to heavy for me to carry."
Pete reached down and started to set Clark up. During the process, he placed his hand on Clark's back. It felt very wet. Pete looked at his hand, which he found stained red with blood.
"AWW man Clark, you're bleeding man."
This startled Clark out of his stupor.
"BLEEDING!!! I can't be bleeding. Not…possible."
"Clark your back is covered with blood, and so is ground you were laying on. Let me take off your jacket man. To see how bad it is."
Pete takes off Clark's jacket. ***Still can't see anything.***
"I'm going to take off your shirt too."
Clark didn't object. He didn't have the strength to fight, he had to save all of it to remain conscious enough to understand Pete. Pete took off Clark's shirt. Looking at his back he found many small puncture wounds. In one of them he saw a glowing green rock.
"AAWW man." Pete said.
"What?" Clark whispered.
"Your back is full of small holes man. And your…your skin??? It's…I can't describe it…it's like…"
But Clark sat back abruptly, blocking Pete's view.
"Listen to me Pete. Call my dad."
"Clark man, they can call him at the hospital once I get you there."
"NO!!! I CAN'T go to the hospital. Just call my dad. Please Pete."
Unable to resist the pleas of his friend Pete ran to his car to get his cell phone.