It was a similar dream every night. The feeling of weightlessness, the
beauty of the starlit sky with a full and glorious moon crowning the night,
the meadow of colorful wild flowers dancing in the slight breeze and a
perfect, little, two-story house. One of the windows was open. He floated
over to it and peered inside. The moonlight gave the room an ethereal and
magical feel. He saw the princess laying on her silken bed, fast asleep.
He entered thru the window, floating over to just above the raven-haired maiden. He gazed down at her and smiled. She twitched and her eyes fluttered before opening. She looked at the man hovering over her and smiled, melting the heart of the farm boy. She reaches out for him and puts her arms around his neck, drawing him nearer to her. He closes his eyes and prepares to kiss the fairy princess.
A loud crash is heard as Clark lands on his bed, awakening from his perfect dream. It always happened like that.He'd always wake up right when the girl of his eternal dreams would go to kiss him.
Clark got up out of bed to examine any damage he had done. Sure enough, the wooden frame at the foot of the bed was cracked and a few springs had popped out of place and punctured the mattress and the sheets. He would have felt bad about breaking another bed, but with Redd around, she'd easily be able to telekinetically mend the fractured molecules back together again. For someone so young, she was very powerful. He was glad she wasn't one of those freaks that used their powers for destructive purposes.
Clark decided he'd finish the night on the couch downstairs. He wasn't going to be able to sleep on a broken bed and he didn't want to wake up his little sister in order for her to fix it.
His "little sister."
It had a nice ring to it. Clark had always wanted a sibling when he was younger. He had hoped that Ryan-the boy his mother had found-would've been it. But as luck would have it, he had living relatives that Social Services sent him to live with. He knew it would be different with Redd. All of her family was dead, which wasn't entirely true. She had confided in Clark--and only Clark-that her mother had a rather large family back in Egypt. He had asked her why she didn't go live with them. She had gone on to tell him that her mother's family wanted nothing to do with a half- American child. She had been saddened by this.She had told him that she loved living in Egypt 6 months out of the year while her mother and father went on archeological expeditions.
Clark felt honored that Redd trusted him more than anyone else. She said she could feel a connection with him, even though her telepathic abilities were unable to penetrate him. He had to admit that he, too, felt a similar connection. Maybe they were siblings in another life. Clark also confided his little secrets in Redd. Things like how he feels about Lana, but then how he also feels about Chloe, his powers, school, friends and other such things. She also gave great advice. It was nice to have a female other than his mother he could talk about these things to. It was nice.
As Clark left his room to go downstairs, he passed by Redd's bedroom. He had a weird feeling-maybe it was the sibling onnection or his innate sense to watch over people-but he decided to check in on her. He used his X-Ray vision to see thru the door, not wanting to open it and have it creak, thus waking his little sister up.
He was terrified by what he saw. Without thinking, he busted open the door only to confirm what his X-Ray vision had percieved: Someone was suffocating his little sister.
The man cloaked in a black and dark green velvet robe jumped. He wasn't expecting anyone to wake up.He was as stealthy as a wolf looking for it's next meal after a long and baren winter. The raven-haired boy came after him, moving quicker than the human eye could see. The boy held the mystic in the air with his fists and slammed his back against the wall while calling out for his parents. The dark and ominous figure managed to grab a handful of green, magic powder and thrust it in the boy's face. It was created to cause illusions, but it did much more to the boy.
Clark doubled over in pain as the dust got into his eyes and nose. He started to feel sick as his veins began to bulge and glow the same green color the dust did. His body tried to expel the meteor-based dust by sneezing non-stop. Clark's eyes began to water and green tears fell from his squinting eyelids. Suddenly, Clark began to feel very claustrophobic, as if the walls were closing in on him, locking him away. He could hear a man talking and woman sobbing, but he didn't understand the language they spoke. As the last bit of light was shunned by the darkness, he could feel the ground below him moving. He saw stars and planets. A sudden calm came over him as he looked out at the peaceful scene.and without warning, the planet he had come from tore itself apart. Clark screamed.
By then, the Kents had come running in to see a lifeless Redd and a convulsing Clark. Jonathan toted his rifle and was not afraid to use it against the cloaked intruder. He had hurt what he held most dear in his entire existance-his family. He pulled the trigger twice, both times hitting the man in the velvet robe-once in the shin, the second time in gut. The ominous figured yelped as the bullets cut thru his flesh and into his internal organs. He pulled out a tube from another pouch on his belt and slammed it on the floor. It shattered and created a thick green cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, the intruder had vanished. Martha rushed from the safety of the doorway to the white and blue Redd, while Jonathan attended to his son.
"Jonathan! She's not breathing!" Martha shouted frantically after trying to revive the young girl with CPR.
"I have to get Clark to the shower!" Jonathan replied. "That creep dumped meteor rock dust all over Clark. Keep trying, Martha! And call the cops!"
"We can't call the cops! They'll take Redd away!"
Jonathan paused and tried to fight back tears as he helped his son up from off the ground. "That.That may not matter now.Redd's dea.Redd's." He couldn't say it. He didn't want to. Even though Redd had only been living under his roof for a few short months, she had become a daughter to him. The thought of having lost her.He couldn't. Not now. He had to get all the meteor dust off his son or he'd both of his kids dead.
Martha looked at Jonathan, knowing what he was trying to say. She sat at the foot of the bed and held Redd's small, limp hand in hers, using her thumb to stroke it. Her tears fell freely as she looked upon the frail's face, her red hair clashing with her bluish skin. "Oh, Redd.You told us we couldn't protect you.You warned us we'd get hurt.We thought we could.But we didn't.Please.Please.Forgive us, my darling girl.Please." Her words were but mere whispers. Her sobs soft and tortured.
Suddenly, Martha felt a cold hand grab her arm and screamed.
He entered thru the window, floating over to just above the raven-haired maiden. He gazed down at her and smiled. She twitched and her eyes fluttered before opening. She looked at the man hovering over her and smiled, melting the heart of the farm boy. She reaches out for him and puts her arms around his neck, drawing him nearer to her. He closes his eyes and prepares to kiss the fairy princess.
A loud crash is heard as Clark lands on his bed, awakening from his perfect dream. It always happened like that.He'd always wake up right when the girl of his eternal dreams would go to kiss him.
Clark got up out of bed to examine any damage he had done. Sure enough, the wooden frame at the foot of the bed was cracked and a few springs had popped out of place and punctured the mattress and the sheets. He would have felt bad about breaking another bed, but with Redd around, she'd easily be able to telekinetically mend the fractured molecules back together again. For someone so young, she was very powerful. He was glad she wasn't one of those freaks that used their powers for destructive purposes.
Clark decided he'd finish the night on the couch downstairs. He wasn't going to be able to sleep on a broken bed and he didn't want to wake up his little sister in order for her to fix it.
His "little sister."
It had a nice ring to it. Clark had always wanted a sibling when he was younger. He had hoped that Ryan-the boy his mother had found-would've been it. But as luck would have it, he had living relatives that Social Services sent him to live with. He knew it would be different with Redd. All of her family was dead, which wasn't entirely true. She had confided in Clark--and only Clark-that her mother had a rather large family back in Egypt. He had asked her why she didn't go live with them. She had gone on to tell him that her mother's family wanted nothing to do with a half- American child. She had been saddened by this.She had told him that she loved living in Egypt 6 months out of the year while her mother and father went on archeological expeditions.
Clark felt honored that Redd trusted him more than anyone else. She said she could feel a connection with him, even though her telepathic abilities were unable to penetrate him. He had to admit that he, too, felt a similar connection. Maybe they were siblings in another life. Clark also confided his little secrets in Redd. Things like how he feels about Lana, but then how he also feels about Chloe, his powers, school, friends and other such things. She also gave great advice. It was nice to have a female other than his mother he could talk about these things to. It was nice.
As Clark left his room to go downstairs, he passed by Redd's bedroom. He had a weird feeling-maybe it was the sibling onnection or his innate sense to watch over people-but he decided to check in on her. He used his X-Ray vision to see thru the door, not wanting to open it and have it creak, thus waking his little sister up.
He was terrified by what he saw. Without thinking, he busted open the door only to confirm what his X-Ray vision had percieved: Someone was suffocating his little sister.
The man cloaked in a black and dark green velvet robe jumped. He wasn't expecting anyone to wake up.He was as stealthy as a wolf looking for it's next meal after a long and baren winter. The raven-haired boy came after him, moving quicker than the human eye could see. The boy held the mystic in the air with his fists and slammed his back against the wall while calling out for his parents. The dark and ominous figure managed to grab a handful of green, magic powder and thrust it in the boy's face. It was created to cause illusions, but it did much more to the boy.
Clark doubled over in pain as the dust got into his eyes and nose. He started to feel sick as his veins began to bulge and glow the same green color the dust did. His body tried to expel the meteor-based dust by sneezing non-stop. Clark's eyes began to water and green tears fell from his squinting eyelids. Suddenly, Clark began to feel very claustrophobic, as if the walls were closing in on him, locking him away. He could hear a man talking and woman sobbing, but he didn't understand the language they spoke. As the last bit of light was shunned by the darkness, he could feel the ground below him moving. He saw stars and planets. A sudden calm came over him as he looked out at the peaceful scene.and without warning, the planet he had come from tore itself apart. Clark screamed.
By then, the Kents had come running in to see a lifeless Redd and a convulsing Clark. Jonathan toted his rifle and was not afraid to use it against the cloaked intruder. He had hurt what he held most dear in his entire existance-his family. He pulled the trigger twice, both times hitting the man in the velvet robe-once in the shin, the second time in gut. The ominous figured yelped as the bullets cut thru his flesh and into his internal organs. He pulled out a tube from another pouch on his belt and slammed it on the floor. It shattered and created a thick green cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, the intruder had vanished. Martha rushed from the safety of the doorway to the white and blue Redd, while Jonathan attended to his son.
"Jonathan! She's not breathing!" Martha shouted frantically after trying to revive the young girl with CPR.
"I have to get Clark to the shower!" Jonathan replied. "That creep dumped meteor rock dust all over Clark. Keep trying, Martha! And call the cops!"
"We can't call the cops! They'll take Redd away!"
Jonathan paused and tried to fight back tears as he helped his son up from off the ground. "That.That may not matter now.Redd's dea.Redd's." He couldn't say it. He didn't want to. Even though Redd had only been living under his roof for a few short months, she had become a daughter to him. The thought of having lost her.He couldn't. Not now. He had to get all the meteor dust off his son or he'd both of his kids dead.
Martha looked at Jonathan, knowing what he was trying to say. She sat at the foot of the bed and held Redd's small, limp hand in hers, using her thumb to stroke it. Her tears fell freely as she looked upon the frail's face, her red hair clashing with her bluish skin. "Oh, Redd.You told us we couldn't protect you.You warned us we'd get hurt.We thought we could.But we didn't.Please.Please.Forgive us, my darling girl.Please." Her words were but mere whispers. Her sobs soft and tortured.
Suddenly, Martha felt a cold hand grab her arm and screamed.