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Chapter 7
Clark writhed in pain in his father's arms. Oh, God. His body was alive with pain like a fireworks explosion on his body. He grimaced. He heard his dad start swearing rapidly. What happened? What was going on? He'd lived in this house his whole life and never once had he come across a meteor rock.
"Clark," Jonathan leaned down. Clark could make out a fuzzy image resembling his father.
"D...." Clark licked his lips. "Dad...." he managed to sputter out weakly.
"Jonathan what's going on?" Martha asked excitedly.
"I'm gonna handle this, Martha," Jonathan replied, looking away from Clark at the moment. But soon Jonathan's face popped right back into Clark's view point. "Clark," the hazy image told him. "I'm gonna try and get you down the stairs and into the truck. You've gotta work with me. Try and help me."
Clark tried to nod. He wasn't sure if he was successful. He was stood upright by Jonathan, eliciting a groan from him. He thought he heard Jonathan mutter a sorry, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything at the moment. The green glow of the rocks seemed to dance before him, blending in with the dark hallway and creating an almost strobe light effect. So this is what a rave party would be like.
Clark could barely move himself. All of his body was on fire but frozen solid at the same time. He wasn't sure whether his dad was dragging him downstairs or if he was falling.
"You're going to be okay," Jonathan kept repeating quietly, methodically, trying to convince Clark and himself that it was true. He tightened his arms around Clark. God, he was heavy.
"God, what's going on?" Martha gasped following behind them. She was on the verge of crying and Jonathan couldn't blame her. She was torn away from her bed at a little past midnight to face the sight of her son, the one who was never sick or hurt, barely able to walk and his face a sickly shade of green.
"Martha," Jonathan choked out, suddenly wondering why tears were forming in his eyes. Damn. The hot liquid almost blinded him for a minute. "Martha," he repeated softly. "Martha, I need to take him away from here. Somebody did this. Somebody knows. You-you try and get the rocks out of here. I'll be back later."
Martha nodded a quick agreement. "What do I do with them?" She demanded, panicked.
"Get rid of them somehow. I don't care." Grunt. Another step. Clark moaned. Jonathan shifted his body so he could get a better hold on him. Clark's head fell on his shoulder. Grunt. Another step.
"Hurry up!" Martha yelled as she scooped up rocks in her hands. God, they were everywhere.
"I'm going.....oomph," the last stair. Jonathan, about ready to collapse had bigger problems than his physical well being. He had to drag Clark, whose health was rapidly deteriorating through the kitchen to the door.
Dragging Clark, Jonathan managed to make his way to the kitchen counter. Every inch of the quaint kitchen seemed to glow wickedly with the bright green color. Shifting Clark to his other side, Jonathan grabbed his keys off the counter and shoved them in his pocket.
With a lot of difficulty and many words Jonathan would never normally say, he managed to half shove, half drag Clark out of the house.
The stars danced in front of Clark's eyes. His face was now pointing upwards, and he got a clear view of the night sky. The stars were even more beautiful than when he looked at them through the telescope. They seemed to shine brighter for him. He weakly raised one hand. Maybe he could catch a star and bring it to Lana. No girls could resist a star. Oh, now the stars were dancing for him. Around and a around and around, like that game.....ring around the.....ring around the...ring around the something. Yeah that was it. Wow, when had his knees become so wobbly?
Jonathan gently slapped Clark's face. Not trying to hurt him, just trying to keep him awake. He had to get him to the truck and if he fell asleep it would be ten times harder on him. Jonathan had expected that Clark would be instantly okay again after leaving the house but that didn't seem to be the case. He could see a few stray meteor rocks scattered about the driveway, looking like an accident, like somebody had holes in their pockets. They weren't nearly close enough to get this kind of a reaction from Clark. Maybe Clark being around it for such a long period of time would have a lasting effect. Damn. He hoped not.
Jonathan propped Clark up against the truck, jamming the key into the lock frantically and twisting it around. He threw open the door and grabbed Clark again. He forced Clark's body into the other side of the car and jumped in himself. He wasted no time and pulled out of the driveway, constantly looking over at Clark to make sure he was okay.
Clark was slowly looking a little better. His face, though not as tan as it usually was, was no longer greenish, but a pale, pale, white. His whole body shivered and shook, his legs quaking and his arms hanging limply. He was half sitting, half lying down. Probably a bad position for him at the moment but the place was pretty cramped. Jonathan reached under the seat for the blanket he'd always kept there along with his fire extinguisher for things like this. Well not technically things like his alien son getting sick from green rocks. But things like that. He threw it over Clark.
"Dad," Clark whispered.
"Yeah son?" Jonathan asked.
"I don't feel good." Clark chuckled. "For the first time in my life I don't feel good."
"You'll be okay," Jonathan assured him for the thousandth time of the night. "I'm just going to take you to a hotel or something. You can't go back home right now and we need to call your mother."
Clark nodded weakly. He sat in silence for a few minutes. "Dad?" He finally asked hesitantly.
"Yeah buddy, what's up?" Jonathan asked running a shaky hand through his blonde hair. The worst seemed to be over.
"Thanks," Clark whispered, his eyelids slowly drooping.
"You're welcome," Jonathan answered with a smile.
"I love you Dad.....and Mom too..."
"I love you too son." Jonathan smiled warmly. Things would be back to normal soon. Well as normal as a family with an almost indestructible alien in it could be.
Clark slowly nodded off to sleep, but Jonathan wasn't worried. He could sleep all he wanted.
Clark was going to be okay.
TBC soon
Chapter 7
Clark writhed in pain in his father's arms. Oh, God. His body was alive with pain like a fireworks explosion on his body. He grimaced. He heard his dad start swearing rapidly. What happened? What was going on? He'd lived in this house his whole life and never once had he come across a meteor rock.
"Clark," Jonathan leaned down. Clark could make out a fuzzy image resembling his father.
"D...." Clark licked his lips. "Dad...." he managed to sputter out weakly.
"Jonathan what's going on?" Martha asked excitedly.
"I'm gonna handle this, Martha," Jonathan replied, looking away from Clark at the moment. But soon Jonathan's face popped right back into Clark's view point. "Clark," the hazy image told him. "I'm gonna try and get you down the stairs and into the truck. You've gotta work with me. Try and help me."
Clark tried to nod. He wasn't sure if he was successful. He was stood upright by Jonathan, eliciting a groan from him. He thought he heard Jonathan mutter a sorry, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything at the moment. The green glow of the rocks seemed to dance before him, blending in with the dark hallway and creating an almost strobe light effect. So this is what a rave party would be like.
Clark could barely move himself. All of his body was on fire but frozen solid at the same time. He wasn't sure whether his dad was dragging him downstairs or if he was falling.
"You're going to be okay," Jonathan kept repeating quietly, methodically, trying to convince Clark and himself that it was true. He tightened his arms around Clark. God, he was heavy.
"God, what's going on?" Martha gasped following behind them. She was on the verge of crying and Jonathan couldn't blame her. She was torn away from her bed at a little past midnight to face the sight of her son, the one who was never sick or hurt, barely able to walk and his face a sickly shade of green.
"Martha," Jonathan choked out, suddenly wondering why tears were forming in his eyes. Damn. The hot liquid almost blinded him for a minute. "Martha," he repeated softly. "Martha, I need to take him away from here. Somebody did this. Somebody knows. You-you try and get the rocks out of here. I'll be back later."
Martha nodded a quick agreement. "What do I do with them?" She demanded, panicked.
"Get rid of them somehow. I don't care." Grunt. Another step. Clark moaned. Jonathan shifted his body so he could get a better hold on him. Clark's head fell on his shoulder. Grunt. Another step.
"Hurry up!" Martha yelled as she scooped up rocks in her hands. God, they were everywhere.
"I'm going.....oomph," the last stair. Jonathan, about ready to collapse had bigger problems than his physical well being. He had to drag Clark, whose health was rapidly deteriorating through the kitchen to the door.
Dragging Clark, Jonathan managed to make his way to the kitchen counter. Every inch of the quaint kitchen seemed to glow wickedly with the bright green color. Shifting Clark to his other side, Jonathan grabbed his keys off the counter and shoved them in his pocket.
With a lot of difficulty and many words Jonathan would never normally say, he managed to half shove, half drag Clark out of the house.
The stars danced in front of Clark's eyes. His face was now pointing upwards, and he got a clear view of the night sky. The stars were even more beautiful than when he looked at them through the telescope. They seemed to shine brighter for him. He weakly raised one hand. Maybe he could catch a star and bring it to Lana. No girls could resist a star. Oh, now the stars were dancing for him. Around and a around and around, like that game.....ring around the.....ring around the...ring around the something. Yeah that was it. Wow, when had his knees become so wobbly?
Jonathan gently slapped Clark's face. Not trying to hurt him, just trying to keep him awake. He had to get him to the truck and if he fell asleep it would be ten times harder on him. Jonathan had expected that Clark would be instantly okay again after leaving the house but that didn't seem to be the case. He could see a few stray meteor rocks scattered about the driveway, looking like an accident, like somebody had holes in their pockets. They weren't nearly close enough to get this kind of a reaction from Clark. Maybe Clark being around it for such a long period of time would have a lasting effect. Damn. He hoped not.
Jonathan propped Clark up against the truck, jamming the key into the lock frantically and twisting it around. He threw open the door and grabbed Clark again. He forced Clark's body into the other side of the car and jumped in himself. He wasted no time and pulled out of the driveway, constantly looking over at Clark to make sure he was okay.
Clark was slowly looking a little better. His face, though not as tan as it usually was, was no longer greenish, but a pale, pale, white. His whole body shivered and shook, his legs quaking and his arms hanging limply. He was half sitting, half lying down. Probably a bad position for him at the moment but the place was pretty cramped. Jonathan reached under the seat for the blanket he'd always kept there along with his fire extinguisher for things like this. Well not technically things like his alien son getting sick from green rocks. But things like that. He threw it over Clark.
"Dad," Clark whispered.
"Yeah son?" Jonathan asked.
"I don't feel good." Clark chuckled. "For the first time in my life I don't feel good."
"You'll be okay," Jonathan assured him for the thousandth time of the night. "I'm just going to take you to a hotel or something. You can't go back home right now and we need to call your mother."
Clark nodded weakly. He sat in silence for a few minutes. "Dad?" He finally asked hesitantly.
"Yeah buddy, what's up?" Jonathan asked running a shaky hand through his blonde hair. The worst seemed to be over.
"Thanks," Clark whispered, his eyelids slowly drooping.
"You're welcome," Jonathan answered with a smile.
"I love you Dad.....and Mom too..."
"I love you too son." Jonathan smiled warmly. Things would be back to normal soon. Well as normal as a family with an almost indestructible alien in it could be.
Clark slowly nodded off to sleep, but Jonathan wasn't worried. He could sleep all he wanted.
Clark was going to be okay.
TBC soon