"I'll give you 50 dollars for this." At this, Ryan frowned, creasing his
forehead. "But it's made out of gold."
"Who told you that son? The clerk inquired.
"m-my mother"
"It's fake gold. Tell her that it's not real gold."
"I can't.she's dead" Ryan felt a stab of sorrow but he immediately looked up at the clerk, hopeful.
The clerk paused, feeling guilty about bringing it up. "Tell you what kid, I'll give you $60 for it"
Ryan smiled weakly and agreed. The clerk walked over to the safe that he always kept hidden. He began rotating the numerical lock, unaware that Ryan was intently staring ahead, concentrating hard. The old clerk gave Ryan his money and closed up the pawn shop. He never saw that Ryan was walking up to a masked pair sitting in a van.
Ryan sat in the van, reading his Angel comics. The sharp-faced man in the driver seat was nearly growling when he asked Ryan for the number code. When Ryan produced the combination, the man and his female cohort rushed out of the van with shotguns and a bag. Ryan casually told them not to forget his Angel comics. When the pair had gotten into the pawn shop, Ryan came out of the van and ran to the shop. The old clerk was struggling with the pair, then, they shot him. As he collapsed, Ryan whimpered and ran toward the trees. His captives were chasing him. Running faster, he stumbled onto the road and blazing headlights consumed him.
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It was so quiet and peaceful when he was with Clark. Ryan loved spending time with Clark. They were playing basketball. They played a lot of basketball with each other lately. Ever since his stepfather got arrested and put in prison. Ever since he discovered the "space ship", since Jonathon and Martha adopted him. They had just gotten so close. He'd spend all day studying Clark's amiable face, not a care in the world.
Two months. Two months he lived with the Kent family. Two months since he escaped from his captors, when he began a new life with his new family. During that time, they found out about his powers.and his nightmares. Every single night, Ryan woke, sweating and panting. And every night, unfailingly, Clark would come and hold him. Tonight was no different, but this time, he screamed. Once again, Clark came and hugged him, tighter than ever.
"What's wrong kiddo?"
Ryan shut his eyes tight and cried. "My mom, she she was dying, and I couldn't help her" He sobbed. Clark tried to explain that there was no way he could have saved her, but Ryan seemed to feel worse about that. He was crying hysterically. Clark wanted to cry to, but all he said was "shh". Ryan seemed to be running out of tears and he just lay on Clark's chest and closed his eyes. Clark was about to leave when Ryan said "don't. stay with me, please." He kissed Ryan on the forehead and laid his head on Ryan's. He felt content.
When Ryan woke, he realized that Clark slept shirtless and had discarded his shirt some time ago. Ryan didn't care, he just hugged the warm chest that he was lying on. When Clark woke, they both blushed. "I don't believe you have one of those." Embarrassed, Ryan simply stated, "It's morning, I can't help it." Clark got up and started to dress, noting that Ryan was staring at him.
"Who told you that son? The clerk inquired.
"m-my mother"
"It's fake gold. Tell her that it's not real gold."
"I can't.she's dead" Ryan felt a stab of sorrow but he immediately looked up at the clerk, hopeful.
The clerk paused, feeling guilty about bringing it up. "Tell you what kid, I'll give you $60 for it"
Ryan smiled weakly and agreed. The clerk walked over to the safe that he always kept hidden. He began rotating the numerical lock, unaware that Ryan was intently staring ahead, concentrating hard. The old clerk gave Ryan his money and closed up the pawn shop. He never saw that Ryan was walking up to a masked pair sitting in a van.
Ryan sat in the van, reading his Angel comics. The sharp-faced man in the driver seat was nearly growling when he asked Ryan for the number code. When Ryan produced the combination, the man and his female cohort rushed out of the van with shotguns and a bag. Ryan casually told them not to forget his Angel comics. When the pair had gotten into the pawn shop, Ryan came out of the van and ran to the shop. The old clerk was struggling with the pair, then, they shot him. As he collapsed, Ryan whimpered and ran toward the trees. His captives were chasing him. Running faster, he stumbled onto the road and blazing headlights consumed him.
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It was so quiet and peaceful when he was with Clark. Ryan loved spending time with Clark. They were playing basketball. They played a lot of basketball with each other lately. Ever since his stepfather got arrested and put in prison. Ever since he discovered the "space ship", since Jonathon and Martha adopted him. They had just gotten so close. He'd spend all day studying Clark's amiable face, not a care in the world.
Two months. Two months he lived with the Kent family. Two months since he escaped from his captors, when he began a new life with his new family. During that time, they found out about his powers.and his nightmares. Every single night, Ryan woke, sweating and panting. And every night, unfailingly, Clark would come and hold him. Tonight was no different, but this time, he screamed. Once again, Clark came and hugged him, tighter than ever.
"What's wrong kiddo?"
Ryan shut his eyes tight and cried. "My mom, she she was dying, and I couldn't help her" He sobbed. Clark tried to explain that there was no way he could have saved her, but Ryan seemed to feel worse about that. He was crying hysterically. Clark wanted to cry to, but all he said was "shh". Ryan seemed to be running out of tears and he just lay on Clark's chest and closed his eyes. Clark was about to leave when Ryan said "don't. stay with me, please." He kissed Ryan on the forehead and laid his head on Ryan's. He felt content.
When Ryan woke, he realized that Clark slept shirtless and had discarded his shirt some time ago. Ryan didn't care, he just hugged the warm chest that he was lying on. When Clark woke, they both blushed. "I don't believe you have one of those." Embarrassed, Ryan simply stated, "It's morning, I can't help it." Clark got up and started to dress, noting that Ryan was staring at him.
