AUTHOR's NOTE:
heyya guyz....okiez..i jux lov that gal...um, Laniidae, is it? thnx a lot for ur revz coz they REALLY do keep
me goin..{:)..n yea, so...thnx a lot everyone for r&r...itz the highlight of ma summa dayz..i aint kiddin...okiez?
alryte...the BIGG surprise is in this chap...so...i TRIED really hard to make it all surprising and kinda relatable...and
b/c of itz content...im not sure that a lot of people will be comfortable with it so yea...i warnd ya...so, be careful...
the content of the surprise is more relable to girls...and i sorta mixd my personal life into this (yepp...itz happend a lot,
sad enuff..itz a very sensitive topic for me, personally...so yea)
alryte..here goes nothing!
CHAPTER SEVEN: broken pieces
CLARK
That night, I hugged the sheets. I could still smell her perfume on them. I knew I was smiling like crazy. My
cheeks actually felt numb. That night, at dinner, my parents got a little suspicious. I told them that it was a joke that
Pete had told me, and I couldn't share with them. It was a close call...but I don't think I've ever been more happy.
Something funny struck me right then. Why was I happy? I was happy because I lost my virginity. Like any normal guy in
highschool. Happiness exploded within me. I WAS normal. No matter my abilities, I thought like a normal guy my age.
Well...not like the idiots from the American Pie movies. I almost laughed out loud at my thoughts.
That morning, I did everything with a kick. My dad was still a bit sore, and was trying to help around, but I sat
him back down on the couch.
"Thanks, son."
"No problem, Dad. Um, so, basically, you want me to do what today?"
My dad went off on a list of chores to do out in the field and in the barn. "So, why was Aisha in your room for
almost four hours yesterday evening?"
I could literally feel my insides go into shock. I looked at him, my mouth almost hanging to the ground. I couldn't
find the words. I don't think I've ever blinked in confusion more in my life. I thought that my parents weren't
home yesterday in the evening, gone for some night-out.
"We, um, were just talking. About things. You know, stuff about our past. She's been telling me a lot of stuff.
Did you know that my name is Kal? Her's is El. It's in unison...y'know, 'Kal and El'. Get it?"
My father looked at me in doubt. His forehead was wrinkled in thought. He cleared his throat. "Yes, I do get it.
Just, be careful, Clark. I mean, she's come out of nowhere. Do you really know anything about her?"
"Well, Dad, I'm not an idiot. I mean, yes, I do know stuff about her."
"Oh really? Then, please tell me her last name?"
My eyes widened at his question. "I-I...It's um, starts with a 'D'?"
My Dad just looked at me, doing that look. The 'I-guess-I've-proved-my-point-look'. I walked out of the room in a
hurry. I grabbed the phone as I decided to give Aisha a call. Then, I realized that I STILL didn't know her number. In
fury, I hauled the phone through the ground. My hands caught my gaze. I looked at them. Then, I looked at the whole in the
ground. I've never gotten so mad over something as stupid as not having a number.
She stood there, looking so good. I looked her up and down. Aisha leaned against the wall in a blue floral dress
that ended six inches above her knees and a buttoned up blue sweater. Her hair was down in crazy curls. I tried not to pay
attention as my Mom sat across me, eyeing me.
"Mom, I've done everything you asked me for. Can I go out now?"
She glanced at Aisha, and she smiled. "Fine, just don't be later than ten, understand?"
Aisha and me were out the door. Hand in hand, we walked almost a mile without saying anything. It wasn't an
awkward silence, but a silence I was enjoying quite a bit. Finally we reached an endless series of hills. We just stood
there for a few minutes, examining the fields.
"I'll race ya!" Aisha said, and started to run.
I smiled as I started to run after her. We didn't run with our speeds, but ran normally. Aisha's hair bounced
behind her wildly as she was a good ten meters ahead of me. I decided not to use my speed to catch up with her. She
turned her head around, her eyes glittering. I ran a bit harder, and finally as I caught up with her, I grabbed her around
the waist, and she let out a squeal.
I lifted her up into my arms, and she hugged her arms around my neck, holding on tight. I didn't want her to let go.
It was this exhilarating feeling that I've never felt before.
Aisha's head rested on my chest. She sat with her back to me between my legs, toying with the grass and wild flowers.
I kept playing around with her jet-black hair that smelled so good. We made a conversation that seemed to last forever.
Talking about our lives, our hopes and dreams, our nightmares, and of coarse the hot topic - our past.
As the sun started to set, it was almost past seven, I guessed. We'd been out here since three. I shifted against
the tree that I leaned against. I stopped twirling Aisha's hair around my fingers and ran my hands over her bare shoulders.
She let out a "Mmmm".
"Clark?"
"Yea?"
She let out a heavy sigh. "Um, you use your abilities for good, right?"
"Uh, yea, I guess. I just try to help in any way I can. Why?"
"Nothing. It's just that...have you ever done something um, I don't know...bad?"
I was suddenly confused. "Bad? What do you mean?"
Silence was her answer for awhile. Just as I decided to let go, she replied. "I'll tell you what I mean soon enough.
Listen, I have to tell you that I have to go back to Toronto. This Sunday monring, my flight is at six. I'm heading back
with Lex. He called this afternoon, and asked me to join him. I said yes...after asking my Aunt and Uncle. I don't think
they're too comfortable with the idea, because I believe their initial response was 'Are you crazy?'"
I let out a chortle. "Why aren't they okay with it? I mean, they know who Lex is, and that he's a good guy."
"I know. Well, I personally don't know, but from what I can tell, he don't seem so bad. You know what I think?
I think he's the type of guy that has all these juicy secrets, just bubbling inside of him, just waiting for their release!"
she said, excitingly.
"Yea, probably. I saved his life, so he's taken it upon himself to repay with his friendship, which I think is
awesome. I mean, it doesn't beat to have a rich friend."
"Oh, you're a guy with two sides!"
We laughed for a while. It was so nice and peaceful as we watched the sun finally set. Then, she sat up and turned
her body to face me. She started to run her finger over my face, starting from the middle of my forehead, running down my
nose, and stopping at my lips. She smiled as she ran her fingers horizontally on my lips. Then, she leaned in and we embraced
in a kiss. I moved my lips to her cheek and down to her neck, and finally reaching her chest. I moved back to her neck, my
lips still on her soft skin. I saw her eyes flutter, and she ran her hands through my hair. Suddenly, I felt Aisha's body
jerk back. I looked up at her, she seemed miles away. She sat up again, and fixed her skirt.
"What's wrong?"
"I have to tell you something. It's about the question I asked you before"
"What?"
"Okay, I asked you if you had ever done anything bad with your abilities?"
"Um, I hope not...I don't think so. Why? Are you okay?"
She looked at me, blindly, shaking her head. "Uh-uh. I'm not okay. I've never told anyone about this. Um," she
let out a chuckle. "I don't even know how to start. Um, Clark...have you ever the stories about guys, um...harassing girls?"
"Uh, yea...why?" I felt my heart twitch a little. I kinda knew or felt where this was going to go.
"Well, um..." she let another heavy sigh. "Actually, when I was younger, I didn't know how to use my powers. I only
recently y'know, discovered my powers and learned to fully control them. But before, I think like, 13 0r 14. It went
with hit of puberty, I guess. But I remember that we knew how to use our powers back at home.
Well, since I didn't know how to control them, they only came once in a while to scare me, but would go away. So
yea, when I was little...I got harassed a few times."
I felt my heart squeeze. I reached out and brushed a tear that had blinked out to her cheek. She sniffed and looked
up into the sky. "So," her voice broke. "Yea, you could kinda say that I was scarred mentally. Not physically though,
thank God, the guys had some shred of humanity in them.
"I kinda forgot about what had happened...more like locked it away. So one night, I was walking home after a night-
out at the club scene. I was walking the streets all alone, by then, I was 15, and had full control over my powers. So,
I walk by this alley, and I hear a muffled scream or kinda like a moan. But a muffled one. At first, I wasn't even going
to look, but something in the back of my head, like this distant voice said 'Look! What if someone's in trouble?' So,
like the curious one, I decided to take a few steps back and walked into the dark and smelly alley. Finally, I came across
two guys over this girl. And you'd think that she might be a prostitute. But I don't recall any prostitutes that carry
Armani bags-" I raised an eyebrow. "I worked at this shoe and bag store for almost all my free time to make money and could
identify a brand from a mile away. It has something to do with the specific style that was in, and besides, I saw that same
bag in the store.
"So, something inside of me just snapped. I walked up closer, making sure not to make too much noise yet. It was
almost I had lost all control of myself and my horrible past had taken over and wanted to take revenge. One of the guys
stood over the girl holding her down. The other guy first went through the bag, grabbed the money, and threw the bag away.
And then, he started to fiddle with his pants. I knew exactly what he had in mind. So, now I decide to make my move,
as I used my eyes to see the woman's eyes winden, almost over her forhead.
"So, I walk up, and one of the guys turned around to see what the click of heels was and saw me. I remember exactly
what he said, 'Look Sherman, we can score double tonight. Come here, bitch'. And he just jumped right at me, while the other
guy was still over the woman. I obviously, sped over to the other side of him, and he just stood there shocked. I picked
him up and threw him into the alley wall. He obviously hit his head first, and I think died right there. The other guy
unexpectadly put his arms around my shoulders with a knife, but I broke it and picked him up and threw him into wall, back
first so he was hurt bad, but layed there groaning in pain. I didn't even turn around to look at the woman, and decided
to give the second guy the beating of his life, and ended up pounding him for like ten minutes. Finally, I refrained myself
when I saw the blood all over myself.
"My God. I don't think I'd have ever saw so much blood. It was almost scary to the edge. So, I got back on my knees
to turn around and see the girl lying there, throat cut. I didn't even pay attention to her. The woman who needed to be
saved, still ended up dying. Later I thought that, that was her night to go, y'know?" She turned her gaze to me. I knew
my jaw hung even lower than before in front of my Dad, because she got up, brushed her knees, and picked up her sweater to
put on.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I was-just um, in shock, I guess. No please, don't go. Tell me what happened."
Aisha stared deeply in to my eyes, searching for something. "Well, after I saw that woman, I ran. I think I ran with
speed, because the next thing I knew was that I was sitting on my bed, in my bedroom. I just sat there. The blood was still
all over me. I finally got the guts to get up and go to the washroom and clean myself up. I scrubbed the blood out of those
clothes. But as I washed the blood leave the clothes, something came to me. I needed to use my powers. I needed to use them
to save people.
"I still remember that they didn't find those three people until three days later. It was all over the news.
'Woman's throat cut, one man beated to death, and another thrashed into wall'. The police were baffled by what had happened,
just because we lived in a city, we didn't see this normally. The normal crap was mugging and robbing. Obviously, they
never found out who did it. Lucky for me, it was late autumn and I was wearing gloves.
"I guess the worst part about that experience is that it didn't stop there." My eyes widened. "I walked the streets
every night from then on, and took my bittersweet revenge. Even the guys that were hooking up with hookers...I killed them.
I KILLED them, Clark. This went on for almost a month, until one night I finally woke up from the nightmare, and I was in
complete shock. CNN had picked up on the series of deaths too. Soon, the stories of 'street watcher and killer' flooded the news.
I still don't know what made me realize what I was doing because that whole month went by so surreal. I did everything in the
shadows so that no one could see me. But one time, a woman did see me, and identified the police that it was a girl who
had saved her. So, the news exploded with titles like 'Super Woman' and the 'The Protector' and crap.
"I stopped so suddenly. It was almost like the anger just diminished. It was so scary 'cause it was almost like
I woke up from my horrible nightmare. And when the police picked up on the fact that the killings had stopped, I guess,
the things went back to normal. But, I made a vow to myself to never walk the streets again, just in case, I snap again."
AISHA
I looked at Clark. His expression wasn't just in shock no more. It was more like 'I can't believe I know her' kind-
of-deal. I felt my heart break. Literally break, and fall onto the ground. I cleared my throat to sorta grab his attention
again, 'cause he had been looking at me for almost a minute in silence.
"God Clark, I thought you would understand...I guess I was wrong. I gotta go," I said, and sped away. I wasn't too
quick because he caught up with me before I could even reach the main road. He tried to grab me by the shoulders to keep
me from getting away from him, but I lifted my arms out. He couldn't grab hold of me and I took my chance to escape.
I sped so fast. Faster than I'd ever done before. I didn't even realize that I went past his farm in less than four seconds.
When I reached home, I had already started to cry. I quietly slipped inside the house before my Aunt and Uncle could
catch me. I got to the bedroom and burst into tears that didn't stop for another two hours. My Aunt and Uncle had tried to
come inside but I told them that I wasn't feeling too well and wanted to sleep. Later, Meha and Misha tried to get it, but
I shooed them away too.
I didn't even change my clothes when I fell on my bed two hours later. I sobbed myself to sleep. All the while,
I scolded myself. Why'd you open your frickin' mouth? You knew he wouldn't understand, but nooo, you HAD to open
your big mouth, didn't you? Why, Aisha...why? That was so stupid of you...I mean, couldn't you keep your mouth shut?
Everything was going fine, but you had to ruin it, right?
A muffled voice woke me up. I looked through my own eyelids to see my Aunt and Uncle looking down at me in utter
disgust.
"She went out wearing THAT?" I suddenly realized that my Aunt and Uncle weren't too fond of miniskirts and mini-shorts
and stuff. And I soon felt that my skirt was almost over my own butt, and the blanket was on the ground. I felt my heart
sink even lower. Not only did I ruin things with Clark, but now, my own Aunt and Uncle thought I was a slut. Probably
setting a bad example for their daughters. I came to realization that they would never invite me over again. Not like they
ever did before, so I wouldn't be facing too much of a loss.
I looked through my eyes again to see them leaving, my Aunt saying, "I'm going to call her parents as soon as I reach
my office. She's never comming back. I mean, we forbade her to go outside, but she still went. Thank God, she's leaving
Sunday morning..."
As soon as I heard them leave ten minutes later, I got up. I brushed my hair out of my face and nose. I stepped
out of my room and went into the washroom.I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all frizzed up and all over the place
and my make-up was smeared all over. Suddenly, I got this urge to find a pair of scissors. I looked through the closet
beside the washroom to find a small pair of scissors. I went back into the washroom and brushed my hair. It took me
a while because it was all tangled up. Then, I poured water over my long locks and took the scissors into my grip. I looked
into the mirror to finally examine myself.
Ten minutes later, I took a shower and changed into a clean pair of jeans and a belly-baring white T-shirt. I
checked out my reflection. I didn't look bad at all. In fact, I looked totally different. Finally, I brought my gaze
to my hair. It was a boy cut. Totally emo. It kinda sticked out on the sides but it looked good. I needed a change AND
a haircut for a while now.
I spent most of the day in front of the telly, drowning in all the soaps. God, they were so fricking cheap. I mean,
like you injure your ankle and the doctor diagnoses heart problems. I laughed out loud at the thought. Only minor events
happened that actually were worth me lifting my gaze from the telly. It was when Meha and Misha came downstairs and
shrieked when they saw my hair. I didn't feel much like talking so I just gave them the 'one-of-the-moment-things'
explanaition. It didn't stop from examining my hair from every angle. At the end they gave me goofy smiles and thumbs up.
It was around two when I started to feel tired from watching. I got up and stretched. My jeans were a bit wet from
all my sweat that had developed from the still sitting. Meha and Misha grabbed the remote and changed to MTV. A familiar
beat soon filled the air. It was the "Addiction" song with the Hindi song in the background. I suddenly got an urge to grab
one of my cousins up and start dancing with her.
I didn't realize how much time had gone by because we were having so much fun. We had danced on almost five songs,
until the twins tired and sat back down. I shrugged and told them that I was going out for a walk. Before I could step
out the door, Meha came rushing for me.
"Hold up!"
"What?" I asked as she opened the jacket and shoe closet, and started to shuffle through things on the top shelf.
"Here," she said, handing me a pager. I looked at her, a smile forming. "It's a pager. I'm sorry I didn't give it
to you yesterday. I kinda forgot, and it isn't like you anyway to tell us when you're leaving so...here you go. Um, I'll
page you like, half-an-hour before I find out when my parents get home. They have a habit of always calling us before
they get home. Gives us time to get the boys out of the house."
I laughed and gave her a hug. "Thanks, hon. And I don't blame you for not giving it to me earlier. I have this
bad thing of getting up and just leaving without saying a word. For some reason, I said something right now. I won't
be long. I'm only goin to walk around the neighberhood or go downtown to do some splurging," I said, holding out a client
card.
The second I got to downtown, I completly forgot about Clark, and Aunt and Uncle. At first, I had to ask around for
some shops but the selection was limited, so I got an idea. I went into the Cafe where Lana worked. I was so glad to see
her. And then, I saw Clark standing right next to her. Ugh. I felt all my troubles come back to me like a wave. I could
tell he wasn't too pleased when he saw me.
"Uh..." escaped his mouth.
"Yea, hi Clark. Listen Lana, I need your help". I slipped my arm into hers and led her as far away as Clark.
"Oh my God! Aisha, when did you cut your hair?"
"Uh, this morning-"
"Oh wow. It's...different. Well, don't worry, I think you look good-"
"Thanks a lot. Actually, I'm sorry but I kinda need to cut this conversation short," I cut her off, and looked in the
direction of Clark. He still stood there. Looking very good...dazed, but good.
"Um, can you tell me the closest thing here to a mall or anything else that's near here?"
"Uh, well...um, there isn't really a mall in Smallville. I do all my shopping in Metropolis. There's this awesome
little place on Main Street-"
"Oh! Okay, thanks a lot. And, I'll try to come by here again before I leave on Sunday. Bye!"
I left the Cafe with Lana standing a bit confused. Clark decided to follow me. He caught up with me, but I didn't
look up at him.
"Listen," he finally said, grabbing my arm. In self-defence, I reached for his arm instead, but soon remembered that
we were in public and I couldn't really pull any moves on him. I let him have hold of my arm.
"I need to talk to you," he said, his chest heaving. I still didn't look up at his eyes. I refused to. I knew that
if I did, I would hurt myself. He quitely led me through the crowded street, me tagging along reluctantly. Soon, we reached
the highway that led to by his farm. By then, no one was around, so I snatched my arm away from his grip.
"What the hell do you want, Clark? I get it, y'know, you don't have to shove it in my face. I'm a psycho. A FRICKING
PSYCHO! Why can't you just leave me alone? Huh? Just go...go..." I shook my head, holding back tears. "Just get away from
me, if you want to be safe. Okay?" I finished, finally looking into his eyes.
CLARK
I didn't know what to say. Well...I did, but I didn't know how to say it to her. She stood there, so angry. So
heart-broken at the way I had looked at her yesterday. But she didn't give me time to actually swallow her story. Aisha
just stood there, motionless. It was almost as if she stopped breathing. She looked so unrecognizable. I was almost about
to just pass her by in the shop, until she looked at me and I saw the eyes. Those eyes. Those electrifying...intense...
shimmery eyes.
I didn't know what else to do. I grabbed a hold of her face and kissed her. I could tell she was confused and
sneaked out of the kiss.
"Just go away, Clark. Why won't you do that? I'm not a safe person to be with. I'm a murderer, Clark. A cold-hearted,
sniveling, bitch of a murderer," she broke into sobbing tears, and fell to the ground. I tried to reach for her, but she
saw my arm and slapped it away. I bent down next to her, planting myself on the burning gravel of a road.
"I'm sorry, Aisha. I'm sorry...but I'm not going to leave you alone." I let out a sigh. Words were coming out in
perfect order. "I made a promise to you. With what we did the day before. I'm not going to just let you go. Not only are you
someone from my past, you are the one to me. I mean...I've liked a lot of girls in my life, Aisha-"
"Yea, I can tell. Lana and I think, Chloe too?"
"How can you tell?"
"Um...remember when I healed you? Well...I kinda took a sneak at your mind. Sorry. I was going to tell you but,
I thought you'd think I was like a stalker or something. When I first saw you in the coffee shop...I got this feel from your
eyes. There's one odd thing about our planet, Krytonite...it's that all of the people have the same spectrum of colour in
their eyes. We all have like a olive green in all of our eyes. So...I had to check you out to be sure."
"Wow...well...you mean a lot to me, Aisha. And I'm not saying that just because...um, we
made love...you mean to me also as a friend. Someone who I can share things with. I mean...ever since I met you, I don't
think I've ever been more proud of being me. You have opened my eyes and heart to what our powers really do for us. I mean,
I didn't think about any of this, UNTIL I met you. So, you see? I'm not going to let you go without a fight."
"That's...nice...but, Clark, it doesn't seem right to me, because I'm a murderer. I mean...I should be locked away!
Not be free to walk the streets!" she let out one of her heavy sighs.
"I don't care. I can't believe I'm saying this, but...it doesn't matter to me at all. It's your past. I mean...
you remember Lex? You were right about him. He has something to hide. Something big. I mean, I wish I knew...but I can't,
because I'm not a mind-reader. Sometimes I really wish that I could tell what some people were thinking...but I can't.
But you can...when you heal someone. And that's good. AND...you search for more power...you're enthusiastic about our
past, powers...and stuff. I mean, you are so different than me. All my life I've been wanting to find someone to share this
with...and now I've found you." I took a deep sigh...there, I've said it. It was done. Now, all that mattered was what she
would say.
The expression on Aisha's face wasn't exactly readable. Her eyes were still filling and dripping of tears, and
she wasn't really smiling, so I gulped in a large lump in my throat.
"From the day I landed here...I knew that I had to devote my life to look for you. I've been looking for you since
I was five, Clark. I mean...you have no idea how much it hurt me to say to you to stay away from me," she sighed heavily
again.
"So...um, what do we do now?" she asked.
"Well...we can um...oh, I dunno...why were you heading down to Metropolis for?"
"I wanted to do some shopping. There really isn't much variety in Smallville, so I thought I'd head down there. I
have around...$700 in my bank account. I've been working since grade eight."
"Why did you cut your hair?" I said, running my hand through her chopped hair do.
"Actually...I've been kind of wanting to cut my hair for a long time, but my Mom wouldn't let me get it cut...so, I
thought why don't I just do it myself. How does it look? My cousins said it looked cute...but I guess I need a guy's
opinion on it too!"
I smiled. Aisha was back. I knew that I'd only known her for only so long, but it felt like we'd known each other
for almost a lifetime. "It looks sexy...really intense...just like you," I replied, and leaned in for a kiss.
I can honestly say it now...girls DO shop until they drop. I watched as Aisha furiously looked through the rack
of discounted clothes to find something she liked. I stood behind her with at least ten big brown shopping bags filled
with not only clothes, but shoes, accessories, make-up and CDs. She had at least spend an estimated amount of $300 bucks
already.
"Okay, I'm getting pretty annoyed now. Do you plan on getting rid of ALL your money?" I asked.
"Nooo....I'm just going through. Com'on, I asked you if you were sure that you wanted to come, and you said yes, so
too bad. Now, you have to stick with me all the way," Aisha answered, not lifting her gaze from the rack once. She came
across a striped tank top deal with one of the straps missing. I didn't know what those were called. She smiled as she
looked at the tag for the price and showed it to me. It was only five bucks. I tried to give her thumbs up, but she didn't
notice as she was already off to the fitting rooms. I staggered behind.
It was around four-thirty that a beeping noise made Aisha jump. "Are you okay? What is that?" She fished through
her back pocket to take out a thin black pager that beeped even louder now.
"Oh shit...that was Meha or Misha. They gave me this to warn me when their parents would come home. See, I'm actually
kind of grounded. It's because I keep going out without saying anything, and they get all worried and so on. Let's go.
I have to get home, AND find a way to kind of cram all these things into my suitcase" and we were off. She grabbed six bags
for herself and we walked in a hurry. As soon as we got to the highway to Smallville, we picked up the pace a nice bit.
A/N:
hey u guyz..i kno i took longr..but skewl has begun n i didn't hav as much time to finish it. i hope u like it...i hav this
othr bigg thing plannd...i think u guyz will like it...im not too sure...but this is just the beginning. i kno im makin this
story really long...but...dont give up hope on me. n plz...criticize or wutevr. i take it all in n dont mind at all. i take
these as tips to make the next chapter better n so forth
R&R plz!!! to save me from misery!!!
B@!
heyya guyz....okiez..i jux lov that gal...um, Laniidae, is it? thnx a lot for ur revz coz they REALLY do keep
me goin..{:)..n yea, so...thnx a lot everyone for r&r...itz the highlight of ma summa dayz..i aint kiddin...okiez?
alryte...the BIGG surprise is in this chap...so...i TRIED really hard to make it all surprising and kinda relatable...and
b/c of itz content...im not sure that a lot of people will be comfortable with it so yea...i warnd ya...so, be careful...
the content of the surprise is more relable to girls...and i sorta mixd my personal life into this (yepp...itz happend a lot,
sad enuff..itz a very sensitive topic for me, personally...so yea)
alryte..here goes nothing!
CHAPTER SEVEN: broken pieces
CLARK
That night, I hugged the sheets. I could still smell her perfume on them. I knew I was smiling like crazy. My
cheeks actually felt numb. That night, at dinner, my parents got a little suspicious. I told them that it was a joke that
Pete had told me, and I couldn't share with them. It was a close call...but I don't think I've ever been more happy.
Something funny struck me right then. Why was I happy? I was happy because I lost my virginity. Like any normal guy in
highschool. Happiness exploded within me. I WAS normal. No matter my abilities, I thought like a normal guy my age.
Well...not like the idiots from the American Pie movies. I almost laughed out loud at my thoughts.
That morning, I did everything with a kick. My dad was still a bit sore, and was trying to help around, but I sat
him back down on the couch.
"Thanks, son."
"No problem, Dad. Um, so, basically, you want me to do what today?"
My dad went off on a list of chores to do out in the field and in the barn. "So, why was Aisha in your room for
almost four hours yesterday evening?"
I could literally feel my insides go into shock. I looked at him, my mouth almost hanging to the ground. I couldn't
find the words. I don't think I've ever blinked in confusion more in my life. I thought that my parents weren't
home yesterday in the evening, gone for some night-out.
"We, um, were just talking. About things. You know, stuff about our past. She's been telling me a lot of stuff.
Did you know that my name is Kal? Her's is El. It's in unison...y'know, 'Kal and El'. Get it?"
My father looked at me in doubt. His forehead was wrinkled in thought. He cleared his throat. "Yes, I do get it.
Just, be careful, Clark. I mean, she's come out of nowhere. Do you really know anything about her?"
"Well, Dad, I'm not an idiot. I mean, yes, I do know stuff about her."
"Oh really? Then, please tell me her last name?"
My eyes widened at his question. "I-I...It's um, starts with a 'D'?"
My Dad just looked at me, doing that look. The 'I-guess-I've-proved-my-point-look'. I walked out of the room in a
hurry. I grabbed the phone as I decided to give Aisha a call. Then, I realized that I STILL didn't know her number. In
fury, I hauled the phone through the ground. My hands caught my gaze. I looked at them. Then, I looked at the whole in the
ground. I've never gotten so mad over something as stupid as not having a number.
She stood there, looking so good. I looked her up and down. Aisha leaned against the wall in a blue floral dress
that ended six inches above her knees and a buttoned up blue sweater. Her hair was down in crazy curls. I tried not to pay
attention as my Mom sat across me, eyeing me.
"Mom, I've done everything you asked me for. Can I go out now?"
She glanced at Aisha, and she smiled. "Fine, just don't be later than ten, understand?"
Aisha and me were out the door. Hand in hand, we walked almost a mile without saying anything. It wasn't an
awkward silence, but a silence I was enjoying quite a bit. Finally we reached an endless series of hills. We just stood
there for a few minutes, examining the fields.
"I'll race ya!" Aisha said, and started to run.
I smiled as I started to run after her. We didn't run with our speeds, but ran normally. Aisha's hair bounced
behind her wildly as she was a good ten meters ahead of me. I decided not to use my speed to catch up with her. She
turned her head around, her eyes glittering. I ran a bit harder, and finally as I caught up with her, I grabbed her around
the waist, and she let out a squeal.
I lifted her up into my arms, and she hugged her arms around my neck, holding on tight. I didn't want her to let go.
It was this exhilarating feeling that I've never felt before.
Aisha's head rested on my chest. She sat with her back to me between my legs, toying with the grass and wild flowers.
I kept playing around with her jet-black hair that smelled so good. We made a conversation that seemed to last forever.
Talking about our lives, our hopes and dreams, our nightmares, and of coarse the hot topic - our past.
As the sun started to set, it was almost past seven, I guessed. We'd been out here since three. I shifted against
the tree that I leaned against. I stopped twirling Aisha's hair around my fingers and ran my hands over her bare shoulders.
She let out a "Mmmm".
"Clark?"
"Yea?"
She let out a heavy sigh. "Um, you use your abilities for good, right?"
"Uh, yea, I guess. I just try to help in any way I can. Why?"
"Nothing. It's just that...have you ever done something um, I don't know...bad?"
I was suddenly confused. "Bad? What do you mean?"
Silence was her answer for awhile. Just as I decided to let go, she replied. "I'll tell you what I mean soon enough.
Listen, I have to tell you that I have to go back to Toronto. This Sunday monring, my flight is at six. I'm heading back
with Lex. He called this afternoon, and asked me to join him. I said yes...after asking my Aunt and Uncle. I don't think
they're too comfortable with the idea, because I believe their initial response was 'Are you crazy?'"
I let out a chortle. "Why aren't they okay with it? I mean, they know who Lex is, and that he's a good guy."
"I know. Well, I personally don't know, but from what I can tell, he don't seem so bad. You know what I think?
I think he's the type of guy that has all these juicy secrets, just bubbling inside of him, just waiting for their release!"
she said, excitingly.
"Yea, probably. I saved his life, so he's taken it upon himself to repay with his friendship, which I think is
awesome. I mean, it doesn't beat to have a rich friend."
"Oh, you're a guy with two sides!"
We laughed for a while. It was so nice and peaceful as we watched the sun finally set. Then, she sat up and turned
her body to face me. She started to run her finger over my face, starting from the middle of my forehead, running down my
nose, and stopping at my lips. She smiled as she ran her fingers horizontally on my lips. Then, she leaned in and we embraced
in a kiss. I moved my lips to her cheek and down to her neck, and finally reaching her chest. I moved back to her neck, my
lips still on her soft skin. I saw her eyes flutter, and she ran her hands through my hair. Suddenly, I felt Aisha's body
jerk back. I looked up at her, she seemed miles away. She sat up again, and fixed her skirt.
"What's wrong?"
"I have to tell you something. It's about the question I asked you before"
"What?"
"Okay, I asked you if you had ever done anything bad with your abilities?"
"Um, I hope not...I don't think so. Why? Are you okay?"
She looked at me, blindly, shaking her head. "Uh-uh. I'm not okay. I've never told anyone about this. Um," she
let out a chuckle. "I don't even know how to start. Um, Clark...have you ever the stories about guys, um...harassing girls?"
"Uh, yea...why?" I felt my heart twitch a little. I kinda knew or felt where this was going to go.
"Well, um..." she let another heavy sigh. "Actually, when I was younger, I didn't know how to use my powers. I only
recently y'know, discovered my powers and learned to fully control them. But before, I think like, 13 0r 14. It went
with hit of puberty, I guess. But I remember that we knew how to use our powers back at home.
Well, since I didn't know how to control them, they only came once in a while to scare me, but would go away. So
yea, when I was little...I got harassed a few times."
I felt my heart squeeze. I reached out and brushed a tear that had blinked out to her cheek. She sniffed and looked
up into the sky. "So," her voice broke. "Yea, you could kinda say that I was scarred mentally. Not physically though,
thank God, the guys had some shred of humanity in them.
"I kinda forgot about what had happened...more like locked it away. So one night, I was walking home after a night-
out at the club scene. I was walking the streets all alone, by then, I was 15, and had full control over my powers. So,
I walk by this alley, and I hear a muffled scream or kinda like a moan. But a muffled one. At first, I wasn't even going
to look, but something in the back of my head, like this distant voice said 'Look! What if someone's in trouble?' So,
like the curious one, I decided to take a few steps back and walked into the dark and smelly alley. Finally, I came across
two guys over this girl. And you'd think that she might be a prostitute. But I don't recall any prostitutes that carry
Armani bags-" I raised an eyebrow. "I worked at this shoe and bag store for almost all my free time to make money and could
identify a brand from a mile away. It has something to do with the specific style that was in, and besides, I saw that same
bag in the store.
"So, something inside of me just snapped. I walked up closer, making sure not to make too much noise yet. It was
almost I had lost all control of myself and my horrible past had taken over and wanted to take revenge. One of the guys
stood over the girl holding her down. The other guy first went through the bag, grabbed the money, and threw the bag away.
And then, he started to fiddle with his pants. I knew exactly what he had in mind. So, now I decide to make my move,
as I used my eyes to see the woman's eyes winden, almost over her forhead.
"So, I walk up, and one of the guys turned around to see what the click of heels was and saw me. I remember exactly
what he said, 'Look Sherman, we can score double tonight. Come here, bitch'. And he just jumped right at me, while the other
guy was still over the woman. I obviously, sped over to the other side of him, and he just stood there shocked. I picked
him up and threw him into the alley wall. He obviously hit his head first, and I think died right there. The other guy
unexpectadly put his arms around my shoulders with a knife, but I broke it and picked him up and threw him into wall, back
first so he was hurt bad, but layed there groaning in pain. I didn't even turn around to look at the woman, and decided
to give the second guy the beating of his life, and ended up pounding him for like ten minutes. Finally, I refrained myself
when I saw the blood all over myself.
"My God. I don't think I'd have ever saw so much blood. It was almost scary to the edge. So, I got back on my knees
to turn around and see the girl lying there, throat cut. I didn't even pay attention to her. The woman who needed to be
saved, still ended up dying. Later I thought that, that was her night to go, y'know?" She turned her gaze to me. I knew
my jaw hung even lower than before in front of my Dad, because she got up, brushed her knees, and picked up her sweater to
put on.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I was-just um, in shock, I guess. No please, don't go. Tell me what happened."
Aisha stared deeply in to my eyes, searching for something. "Well, after I saw that woman, I ran. I think I ran with
speed, because the next thing I knew was that I was sitting on my bed, in my bedroom. I just sat there. The blood was still
all over me. I finally got the guts to get up and go to the washroom and clean myself up. I scrubbed the blood out of those
clothes. But as I washed the blood leave the clothes, something came to me. I needed to use my powers. I needed to use them
to save people.
"I still remember that they didn't find those three people until three days later. It was all over the news.
'Woman's throat cut, one man beated to death, and another thrashed into wall'. The police were baffled by what had happened,
just because we lived in a city, we didn't see this normally. The normal crap was mugging and robbing. Obviously, they
never found out who did it. Lucky for me, it was late autumn and I was wearing gloves.
"I guess the worst part about that experience is that it didn't stop there." My eyes widened. "I walked the streets
every night from then on, and took my bittersweet revenge. Even the guys that were hooking up with hookers...I killed them.
I KILLED them, Clark. This went on for almost a month, until one night I finally woke up from the nightmare, and I was in
complete shock. CNN had picked up on the series of deaths too. Soon, the stories of 'street watcher and killer' flooded the news.
I still don't know what made me realize what I was doing because that whole month went by so surreal. I did everything in the
shadows so that no one could see me. But one time, a woman did see me, and identified the police that it was a girl who
had saved her. So, the news exploded with titles like 'Super Woman' and the 'The Protector' and crap.
"I stopped so suddenly. It was almost like the anger just diminished. It was so scary 'cause it was almost like
I woke up from my horrible nightmare. And when the police picked up on the fact that the killings had stopped, I guess,
the things went back to normal. But, I made a vow to myself to never walk the streets again, just in case, I snap again."
AISHA
I looked at Clark. His expression wasn't just in shock no more. It was more like 'I can't believe I know her' kind-
of-deal. I felt my heart break. Literally break, and fall onto the ground. I cleared my throat to sorta grab his attention
again, 'cause he had been looking at me for almost a minute in silence.
"God Clark, I thought you would understand...I guess I was wrong. I gotta go," I said, and sped away. I wasn't too
quick because he caught up with me before I could even reach the main road. He tried to grab me by the shoulders to keep
me from getting away from him, but I lifted my arms out. He couldn't grab hold of me and I took my chance to escape.
I sped so fast. Faster than I'd ever done before. I didn't even realize that I went past his farm in less than four seconds.
When I reached home, I had already started to cry. I quietly slipped inside the house before my Aunt and Uncle could
catch me. I got to the bedroom and burst into tears that didn't stop for another two hours. My Aunt and Uncle had tried to
come inside but I told them that I wasn't feeling too well and wanted to sleep. Later, Meha and Misha tried to get it, but
I shooed them away too.
I didn't even change my clothes when I fell on my bed two hours later. I sobbed myself to sleep. All the while,
I scolded myself. Why'd you open your frickin' mouth? You knew he wouldn't understand, but nooo, you HAD to open
your big mouth, didn't you? Why, Aisha...why? That was so stupid of you...I mean, couldn't you keep your mouth shut?
Everything was going fine, but you had to ruin it, right?
A muffled voice woke me up. I looked through my own eyelids to see my Aunt and Uncle looking down at me in utter
disgust.
"She went out wearing THAT?" I suddenly realized that my Aunt and Uncle weren't too fond of miniskirts and mini-shorts
and stuff. And I soon felt that my skirt was almost over my own butt, and the blanket was on the ground. I felt my heart
sink even lower. Not only did I ruin things with Clark, but now, my own Aunt and Uncle thought I was a slut. Probably
setting a bad example for their daughters. I came to realization that they would never invite me over again. Not like they
ever did before, so I wouldn't be facing too much of a loss.
I looked through my eyes again to see them leaving, my Aunt saying, "I'm going to call her parents as soon as I reach
my office. She's never comming back. I mean, we forbade her to go outside, but she still went. Thank God, she's leaving
Sunday morning..."
As soon as I heard them leave ten minutes later, I got up. I brushed my hair out of my face and nose. I stepped
out of my room and went into the washroom.I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all frizzed up and all over the place
and my make-up was smeared all over. Suddenly, I got this urge to find a pair of scissors. I looked through the closet
beside the washroom to find a small pair of scissors. I went back into the washroom and brushed my hair. It took me
a while because it was all tangled up. Then, I poured water over my long locks and took the scissors into my grip. I looked
into the mirror to finally examine myself.
Ten minutes later, I took a shower and changed into a clean pair of jeans and a belly-baring white T-shirt. I
checked out my reflection. I didn't look bad at all. In fact, I looked totally different. Finally, I brought my gaze
to my hair. It was a boy cut. Totally emo. It kinda sticked out on the sides but it looked good. I needed a change AND
a haircut for a while now.
I spent most of the day in front of the telly, drowning in all the soaps. God, they were so fricking cheap. I mean,
like you injure your ankle and the doctor diagnoses heart problems. I laughed out loud at the thought. Only minor events
happened that actually were worth me lifting my gaze from the telly. It was when Meha and Misha came downstairs and
shrieked when they saw my hair. I didn't feel much like talking so I just gave them the 'one-of-the-moment-things'
explanaition. It didn't stop from examining my hair from every angle. At the end they gave me goofy smiles and thumbs up.
It was around two when I started to feel tired from watching. I got up and stretched. My jeans were a bit wet from
all my sweat that had developed from the still sitting. Meha and Misha grabbed the remote and changed to MTV. A familiar
beat soon filled the air. It was the "Addiction" song with the Hindi song in the background. I suddenly got an urge to grab
one of my cousins up and start dancing with her.
I didn't realize how much time had gone by because we were having so much fun. We had danced on almost five songs,
until the twins tired and sat back down. I shrugged and told them that I was going out for a walk. Before I could step
out the door, Meha came rushing for me.
"Hold up!"
"What?" I asked as she opened the jacket and shoe closet, and started to shuffle through things on the top shelf.
"Here," she said, handing me a pager. I looked at her, a smile forming. "It's a pager. I'm sorry I didn't give it
to you yesterday. I kinda forgot, and it isn't like you anyway to tell us when you're leaving so...here you go. Um, I'll
page you like, half-an-hour before I find out when my parents get home. They have a habit of always calling us before
they get home. Gives us time to get the boys out of the house."
I laughed and gave her a hug. "Thanks, hon. And I don't blame you for not giving it to me earlier. I have this
bad thing of getting up and just leaving without saying a word. For some reason, I said something right now. I won't
be long. I'm only goin to walk around the neighberhood or go downtown to do some splurging," I said, holding out a client
card.
The second I got to downtown, I completly forgot about Clark, and Aunt and Uncle. At first, I had to ask around for
some shops but the selection was limited, so I got an idea. I went into the Cafe where Lana worked. I was so glad to see
her. And then, I saw Clark standing right next to her. Ugh. I felt all my troubles come back to me like a wave. I could
tell he wasn't too pleased when he saw me.
"Uh..." escaped his mouth.
"Yea, hi Clark. Listen Lana, I need your help". I slipped my arm into hers and led her as far away as Clark.
"Oh my God! Aisha, when did you cut your hair?"
"Uh, this morning-"
"Oh wow. It's...different. Well, don't worry, I think you look good-"
"Thanks a lot. Actually, I'm sorry but I kinda need to cut this conversation short," I cut her off, and looked in the
direction of Clark. He still stood there. Looking very good...dazed, but good.
"Um, can you tell me the closest thing here to a mall or anything else that's near here?"
"Uh, well...um, there isn't really a mall in Smallville. I do all my shopping in Metropolis. There's this awesome
little place on Main Street-"
"Oh! Okay, thanks a lot. And, I'll try to come by here again before I leave on Sunday. Bye!"
I left the Cafe with Lana standing a bit confused. Clark decided to follow me. He caught up with me, but I didn't
look up at him.
"Listen," he finally said, grabbing my arm. In self-defence, I reached for his arm instead, but soon remembered that
we were in public and I couldn't really pull any moves on him. I let him have hold of my arm.
"I need to talk to you," he said, his chest heaving. I still didn't look up at his eyes. I refused to. I knew that
if I did, I would hurt myself. He quitely led me through the crowded street, me tagging along reluctantly. Soon, we reached
the highway that led to by his farm. By then, no one was around, so I snatched my arm away from his grip.
"What the hell do you want, Clark? I get it, y'know, you don't have to shove it in my face. I'm a psycho. A FRICKING
PSYCHO! Why can't you just leave me alone? Huh? Just go...go..." I shook my head, holding back tears. "Just get away from
me, if you want to be safe. Okay?" I finished, finally looking into his eyes.
CLARK
I didn't know what to say. Well...I did, but I didn't know how to say it to her. She stood there, so angry. So
heart-broken at the way I had looked at her yesterday. But she didn't give me time to actually swallow her story. Aisha
just stood there, motionless. It was almost as if she stopped breathing. She looked so unrecognizable. I was almost about
to just pass her by in the shop, until she looked at me and I saw the eyes. Those eyes. Those electrifying...intense...
shimmery eyes.
I didn't know what else to do. I grabbed a hold of her face and kissed her. I could tell she was confused and
sneaked out of the kiss.
"Just go away, Clark. Why won't you do that? I'm not a safe person to be with. I'm a murderer, Clark. A cold-hearted,
sniveling, bitch of a murderer," she broke into sobbing tears, and fell to the ground. I tried to reach for her, but she
saw my arm and slapped it away. I bent down next to her, planting myself on the burning gravel of a road.
"I'm sorry, Aisha. I'm sorry...but I'm not going to leave you alone." I let out a sigh. Words were coming out in
perfect order. "I made a promise to you. With what we did the day before. I'm not going to just let you go. Not only are you
someone from my past, you are the one to me. I mean...I've liked a lot of girls in my life, Aisha-"
"Yea, I can tell. Lana and I think, Chloe too?"
"How can you tell?"
"Um...remember when I healed you? Well...I kinda took a sneak at your mind. Sorry. I was going to tell you but,
I thought you'd think I was like a stalker or something. When I first saw you in the coffee shop...I got this feel from your
eyes. There's one odd thing about our planet, Krytonite...it's that all of the people have the same spectrum of colour in
their eyes. We all have like a olive green in all of our eyes. So...I had to check you out to be sure."
"Wow...well...you mean a lot to me, Aisha. And I'm not saying that just because...um, we
made love...you mean to me also as a friend. Someone who I can share things with. I mean...ever since I met you, I don't
think I've ever been more proud of being me. You have opened my eyes and heart to what our powers really do for us. I mean,
I didn't think about any of this, UNTIL I met you. So, you see? I'm not going to let you go without a fight."
"That's...nice...but, Clark, it doesn't seem right to me, because I'm a murderer. I mean...I should be locked away!
Not be free to walk the streets!" she let out one of her heavy sighs.
"I don't care. I can't believe I'm saying this, but...it doesn't matter to me at all. It's your past. I mean...
you remember Lex? You were right about him. He has something to hide. Something big. I mean, I wish I knew...but I can't,
because I'm not a mind-reader. Sometimes I really wish that I could tell what some people were thinking...but I can't.
But you can...when you heal someone. And that's good. AND...you search for more power...you're enthusiastic about our
past, powers...and stuff. I mean, you are so different than me. All my life I've been wanting to find someone to share this
with...and now I've found you." I took a deep sigh...there, I've said it. It was done. Now, all that mattered was what she
would say.
The expression on Aisha's face wasn't exactly readable. Her eyes were still filling and dripping of tears, and
she wasn't really smiling, so I gulped in a large lump in my throat.
"From the day I landed here...I knew that I had to devote my life to look for you. I've been looking for you since
I was five, Clark. I mean...you have no idea how much it hurt me to say to you to stay away from me," she sighed heavily
again.
"So...um, what do we do now?" she asked.
"Well...we can um...oh, I dunno...why were you heading down to Metropolis for?"
"I wanted to do some shopping. There really isn't much variety in Smallville, so I thought I'd head down there. I
have around...$700 in my bank account. I've been working since grade eight."
"Why did you cut your hair?" I said, running my hand through her chopped hair do.
"Actually...I've been kind of wanting to cut my hair for a long time, but my Mom wouldn't let me get it cut...so, I
thought why don't I just do it myself. How does it look? My cousins said it looked cute...but I guess I need a guy's
opinion on it too!"
I smiled. Aisha was back. I knew that I'd only known her for only so long, but it felt like we'd known each other
for almost a lifetime. "It looks sexy...really intense...just like you," I replied, and leaned in for a kiss.
I can honestly say it now...girls DO shop until they drop. I watched as Aisha furiously looked through the rack
of discounted clothes to find something she liked. I stood behind her with at least ten big brown shopping bags filled
with not only clothes, but shoes, accessories, make-up and CDs. She had at least spend an estimated amount of $300 bucks
already.
"Okay, I'm getting pretty annoyed now. Do you plan on getting rid of ALL your money?" I asked.
"Nooo....I'm just going through. Com'on, I asked you if you were sure that you wanted to come, and you said yes, so
too bad. Now, you have to stick with me all the way," Aisha answered, not lifting her gaze from the rack once. She came
across a striped tank top deal with one of the straps missing. I didn't know what those were called. She smiled as she
looked at the tag for the price and showed it to me. It was only five bucks. I tried to give her thumbs up, but she didn't
notice as she was already off to the fitting rooms. I staggered behind.
It was around four-thirty that a beeping noise made Aisha jump. "Are you okay? What is that?" She fished through
her back pocket to take out a thin black pager that beeped even louder now.
"Oh shit...that was Meha or Misha. They gave me this to warn me when their parents would come home. See, I'm actually
kind of grounded. It's because I keep going out without saying anything, and they get all worried and so on. Let's go.
I have to get home, AND find a way to kind of cram all these things into my suitcase" and we were off. She grabbed six bags
for herself and we walked in a hurry. As soon as we got to the highway to Smallville, we picked up the pace a nice bit.
A/N:
hey u guyz..i kno i took longr..but skewl has begun n i didn't hav as much time to finish it. i hope u like it...i hav this
othr bigg thing plannd...i think u guyz will like it...im not too sure...but this is just the beginning. i kno im makin this
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these as tips to make the next chapter better n so forth
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