NOTE: "****" signifies a flashback and "\****/" signifies the end of the
flashback
Been So Long
It had been so long. He vowed never to show his face again, but here he is standing in the mist of his fears. As he took a long perspective gaze at what was once his, the young man took his first steps into what he used to think was home.
As the stranger walked through the door he couldn't help but bolt his eyes shut because of the overwhelming feeling of anger and sorrow. When he entered the room, he kept his eyes shut and listened to his footsteps echo off the walls. When he felt that his position in the room was satisfying, he found the courage to pry his eyes open. The first thing he saw was a streak of red from the middle of the wall down to the floor.
****
"What do you want from us?! Take everything you want and leave!"
The three men remained motionless, each with smirks on their faces, until the man stationed in the middle of the trio spoke out.
"Oh, but you see…everything I want is right there lying in your arms."
Martha gazed at her dieing son, and began to pray with tears cascading down her cheeks. She held his hand and pressed it against her face and watched the drops of blood spill to the floor, with each drop seeming to scream out in pain and agony.
"I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE MY SO…"
BANG!!! The green bullet found a path through Martha's chest, sending her body crashing against the wall.
"I can't stand bitches that can't just shut the fuck up…"
The deafening blast from the mussel of the gun sent a shot of adrenaline coursing through the dieing son's veins. As his eyes flickered, desperately trying to focus on the image in front of him, the stranger picked him up by the neck and wiped the blood from his face.
"Are you sure this is him Lex?"
\****/
The young man stood in the middle of the room, with his thumb and middle finger massaging the sides of his forehead. He couldn't tolerate the bombardment of emotions that clashed in his mind, so he ran through the room, cut through the kitchen and busted through the door to catch a fresh breathe of air.
His abrupt entrance into the sunlight caused his tender eyes to squint so he lifted his hand and placed it on his brow, creating shade for his eyes. As the stranger lifted his chin to see where he was, a massive smile manifested itself over the once lifeless lips.
There, still standing tall after all these years, was the place that he thought was the only spot on the face of the planet that he believed he could find solitude from the rest of the world. It was a place where he could escape the suffocating grip of a teenage life, a place where he could think out loud and not a single person was able to hear him, but more importantly a place where he did not have to hide his true nature, his true self.
****
"Can I open my eyes yet dad?"
"Not yet son, just a little further..." Jonathan whispered into the little boy's ear, "Ok, now you can open your eyes."
With so much anticipation building inside the little boy's body he was forced to jump up and down as soon as he opened his eyes even without knowing what was in front of him. When his jumping frenzy had finally seized he took a long look at what his father was giving him.
After a couple of minutes of turning all the knobs and pulling and twisting random rods, he turned to his father tilted his head and asked with a quiet little voice:
"What is it?"
Jonathan, after letting out a chuckle explained to his curious son,
"It's a telescope, Clark. At night, when it's dark and real quiet, you can see all the little diamonds in the sky like they were placed right in front of you."
"Hehehe. Dad, those aren't diamonds. Those are stars!"
\****/
When the young man reached the top of the stairs, he adjusted his glasses and was absolutely astonished that not a single thing had moved from its original place. He walked over too the window and gently pushed it aside.
"Sunset already…" the stranger thought to himself when he saw the shades of red, orange, and yellow blend together brilliantly, welcoming the night sky.
****
"You made it!" Lana said with a smile on her face.
"Sorry I'm late…"
"It's just getting to the good part…What do you think?"
"I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen…"
"The other night on the porch, I felt like you were trying to tell me something…"
"I was…but…Nell's timing was impeccable as always."
"She's not here now…"
"Ummm…what I wanted to tell you was…what I wanted to say was…I would never do anything to hurt you."
"I know that"
\****/
"Clark? Clark Kent?"
Surprised, Clark took a big gasp of air.
That voice. It had been so long since he heard that tender voice.
Clark turned his head around and said in a calm voice,
"Lana."
Been So Long
It had been so long. He vowed never to show his face again, but here he is standing in the mist of his fears. As he took a long perspective gaze at what was once his, the young man took his first steps into what he used to think was home.
As the stranger walked through the door he couldn't help but bolt his eyes shut because of the overwhelming feeling of anger and sorrow. When he entered the room, he kept his eyes shut and listened to his footsteps echo off the walls. When he felt that his position in the room was satisfying, he found the courage to pry his eyes open. The first thing he saw was a streak of red from the middle of the wall down to the floor.
****
"What do you want from us?! Take everything you want and leave!"
The three men remained motionless, each with smirks on their faces, until the man stationed in the middle of the trio spoke out.
"Oh, but you see…everything I want is right there lying in your arms."
Martha gazed at her dieing son, and began to pray with tears cascading down her cheeks. She held his hand and pressed it against her face and watched the drops of blood spill to the floor, with each drop seeming to scream out in pain and agony.
"I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE MY SO…"
BANG!!! The green bullet found a path through Martha's chest, sending her body crashing against the wall.
"I can't stand bitches that can't just shut the fuck up…"
The deafening blast from the mussel of the gun sent a shot of adrenaline coursing through the dieing son's veins. As his eyes flickered, desperately trying to focus on the image in front of him, the stranger picked him up by the neck and wiped the blood from his face.
"Are you sure this is him Lex?"
\****/
The young man stood in the middle of the room, with his thumb and middle finger massaging the sides of his forehead. He couldn't tolerate the bombardment of emotions that clashed in his mind, so he ran through the room, cut through the kitchen and busted through the door to catch a fresh breathe of air.
His abrupt entrance into the sunlight caused his tender eyes to squint so he lifted his hand and placed it on his brow, creating shade for his eyes. As the stranger lifted his chin to see where he was, a massive smile manifested itself over the once lifeless lips.
There, still standing tall after all these years, was the place that he thought was the only spot on the face of the planet that he believed he could find solitude from the rest of the world. It was a place where he could escape the suffocating grip of a teenage life, a place where he could think out loud and not a single person was able to hear him, but more importantly a place where he did not have to hide his true nature, his true self.
****
"Can I open my eyes yet dad?"
"Not yet son, just a little further..." Jonathan whispered into the little boy's ear, "Ok, now you can open your eyes."
With so much anticipation building inside the little boy's body he was forced to jump up and down as soon as he opened his eyes even without knowing what was in front of him. When his jumping frenzy had finally seized he took a long look at what his father was giving him.
After a couple of minutes of turning all the knobs and pulling and twisting random rods, he turned to his father tilted his head and asked with a quiet little voice:
"What is it?"
Jonathan, after letting out a chuckle explained to his curious son,
"It's a telescope, Clark. At night, when it's dark and real quiet, you can see all the little diamonds in the sky like they were placed right in front of you."
"Hehehe. Dad, those aren't diamonds. Those are stars!"
\****/
When the young man reached the top of the stairs, he adjusted his glasses and was absolutely astonished that not a single thing had moved from its original place. He walked over too the window and gently pushed it aside.
"Sunset already…" the stranger thought to himself when he saw the shades of red, orange, and yellow blend together brilliantly, welcoming the night sky.
****
"You made it!" Lana said with a smile on her face.
"Sorry I'm late…"
"It's just getting to the good part…What do you think?"
"I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen…"
"The other night on the porch, I felt like you were trying to tell me something…"
"I was…but…Nell's timing was impeccable as always."
"She's not here now…"
"Ummm…what I wanted to tell you was…what I wanted to say was…I would never do anything to hurt you."
"I know that"
\****/
"Clark? Clark Kent?"
Surprised, Clark took a big gasp of air.
That voice. It had been so long since he heard that tender voice.
Clark turned his head around and said in a calm voice,
"Lana."