Author's Note: If this chapter is really short. I apologize. Thanks for
REVIEWING!!!! I loved Carebears, I had like everything Carebears! Even my
room had the cuddly little bears as a theme... *smiles* They were so cute.
And to answer the question about Jean finding out about Clark's secret...
you have to keep reading!
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Chapter 13
"Are you sure he was dead?" Jonathan Kent paced back and forth with an unsure look plastered on his face.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Clark shifted in his seat nervously, although he had been to the Patterson household hours ago, it was still disgusting to think about it, "I used my x-ray vision and got a good look at the corpse. His heart wasn't beating, but the body looked perfectly healthy. It's almost like he died for no particular reason."
"Well, the police are looking into it now." Martha said patting Clark's shoulder, "I don't think there's anything else we can do."
"Mom, I can't just let a murderer roam the streets and kill whoever they want to. What's the point of having these abilities if I can't even help people with them?"
"Son, we're proud of you for wanting to help people with your gifts, but make sure that you don't let that jeopardize your secret."
"Dad, That's not going to happen." Clark hated it when they did that. It was bad enough that he had all these restrictions that prohibited him from being "normal" but he was also obligated to get a daily lecture about being careful with his abilities, when and when not to use them... Didn't they trust him?
"Just be sure to tell us before you run off to 'save the day'." Martha said uneasily. She didn't like it when Clark got the urge to suddenly run off and help people. No matter how careful he said he was, she always worried that one day he wouldn't come back.
"Don't I always?" He smiled.
Martha nodded, she had to admire her son's determination. She was also glad that he had learned to use his abilities to help others and not to hurt them, like some of the other teens that received special gifts.
Clark got up from the table and hugged his mom. "Thanks, I'm going to the Talon for a while."
"Okay, tell Lana I said-" But he had already zipped away, using his super speed.
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"Hey!" Clark called smiling at Pete and Chloe. The Talon was packed as usual, he was glad that they had saved him a seat.
"Clark!" Pete smiled. "So where's the Crimson Angel?"
Clark gave Pete a puzzled look. "Crimson Angel?"
Chloe shook her head. "He means Jean.... that's his secret nickname for her now." She took another sip of her vanilla latte.
Clark almost laughed, "Crimson Angel!?!"
"Yeah, like a superhero code name. Jean just has the whole superhero thing going on; brains, brawns, beauty.... so where is she?"
"Jean went to Metropolis with Whitney, Lana and some other people from the football team and cheerleading squad."
Pete nodded and Chloe was still focusing in on her coffee.
"So does anyone but me find it odd that two people have already died of unknown causes?" Chloe said temporary putting the coffee mug down.
"Two people in two days." Pete observed.
"Yeah.... so maybe our mystery murderer kills in intervals of whatever number the victim is. Two days after Matthew was found dead, Chuck was found dead in his home, so I'm guessing that whoever the next victim is will die in three days." Chloe picked up her cup of coffee again and took another sip.
"But there's no way of knowing who the next victim is." Clark tapped his spoon against the wooden table.
Chloe shook her head, blonde tresses flying, "Nope, but from the evidence we collected at the Ledger office, I'd say we have a pretty good chance at finding out who our meteor infected 'friend' is. We just have to-"
She was interrupted when a small gloved hand slammed down on the table.
"HI!" An all too familiar voice said.
"Staci." Chloe said, eyeing her wrist carefully. She noticed that Staci was wearing an armful of green bracelets with beads that closely resembled the one that Jean had found in the parking lot.
"Hey Pete, Clark." Staci said ignoring Chloe, once again, "so did anything amusing happen today?"
"No, unless you think sickos killing and spray painting a dead body is funny." Chloe said dispassionately. She looked over at Clark. "Clark, you okay?"
"Yeah." He nodded slowly. There were obviously meteor rocks around somewhere. That's when he noticed Staci's bracelets, they were glowing an odd shade of green.
"Maybe, they just deserved what they got. Did you ever think about that?" Staci snapped.
Chloe looked worriedly at Clark. "Staci, I couldn't help but admire your bracelets."
"Thanks!" She smiled. "I bought them when I first arrived to Smallville. The vendor that sold them to me told me they were made from the same meteors that crashed down in Smallville in '89."
"Oh?" Chloe said taking mental notes of everything that was being said. Something just didn't add up.
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Chapter 13
"Are you sure he was dead?" Jonathan Kent paced back and forth with an unsure look plastered on his face.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Clark shifted in his seat nervously, although he had been to the Patterson household hours ago, it was still disgusting to think about it, "I used my x-ray vision and got a good look at the corpse. His heart wasn't beating, but the body looked perfectly healthy. It's almost like he died for no particular reason."
"Well, the police are looking into it now." Martha said patting Clark's shoulder, "I don't think there's anything else we can do."
"Mom, I can't just let a murderer roam the streets and kill whoever they want to. What's the point of having these abilities if I can't even help people with them?"
"Son, we're proud of you for wanting to help people with your gifts, but make sure that you don't let that jeopardize your secret."
"Dad, That's not going to happen." Clark hated it when they did that. It was bad enough that he had all these restrictions that prohibited him from being "normal" but he was also obligated to get a daily lecture about being careful with his abilities, when and when not to use them... Didn't they trust him?
"Just be sure to tell us before you run off to 'save the day'." Martha said uneasily. She didn't like it when Clark got the urge to suddenly run off and help people. No matter how careful he said he was, she always worried that one day he wouldn't come back.
"Don't I always?" He smiled.
Martha nodded, she had to admire her son's determination. She was also glad that he had learned to use his abilities to help others and not to hurt them, like some of the other teens that received special gifts.
Clark got up from the table and hugged his mom. "Thanks, I'm going to the Talon for a while."
"Okay, tell Lana I said-" But he had already zipped away, using his super speed.
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"Hey!" Clark called smiling at Pete and Chloe. The Talon was packed as usual, he was glad that they had saved him a seat.
"Clark!" Pete smiled. "So where's the Crimson Angel?"
Clark gave Pete a puzzled look. "Crimson Angel?"
Chloe shook her head. "He means Jean.... that's his secret nickname for her now." She took another sip of her vanilla latte.
Clark almost laughed, "Crimson Angel!?!"
"Yeah, like a superhero code name. Jean just has the whole superhero thing going on; brains, brawns, beauty.... so where is she?"
"Jean went to Metropolis with Whitney, Lana and some other people from the football team and cheerleading squad."
Pete nodded and Chloe was still focusing in on her coffee.
"So does anyone but me find it odd that two people have already died of unknown causes?" Chloe said temporary putting the coffee mug down.
"Two people in two days." Pete observed.
"Yeah.... so maybe our mystery murderer kills in intervals of whatever number the victim is. Two days after Matthew was found dead, Chuck was found dead in his home, so I'm guessing that whoever the next victim is will die in three days." Chloe picked up her cup of coffee again and took another sip.
"But there's no way of knowing who the next victim is." Clark tapped his spoon against the wooden table.
Chloe shook her head, blonde tresses flying, "Nope, but from the evidence we collected at the Ledger office, I'd say we have a pretty good chance at finding out who our meteor infected 'friend' is. We just have to-"
She was interrupted when a small gloved hand slammed down on the table.
"HI!" An all too familiar voice said.
"Staci." Chloe said, eyeing her wrist carefully. She noticed that Staci was wearing an armful of green bracelets with beads that closely resembled the one that Jean had found in the parking lot.
"Hey Pete, Clark." Staci said ignoring Chloe, once again, "so did anything amusing happen today?"
"No, unless you think sickos killing and spray painting a dead body is funny." Chloe said dispassionately. She looked over at Clark. "Clark, you okay?"
"Yeah." He nodded slowly. There were obviously meteor rocks around somewhere. That's when he noticed Staci's bracelets, they were glowing an odd shade of green.
"Maybe, they just deserved what they got. Did you ever think about that?" Staci snapped.
Chloe looked worriedly at Clark. "Staci, I couldn't help but admire your bracelets."
"Thanks!" She smiled. "I bought them when I first arrived to Smallville. The vendor that sold them to me told me they were made from the same meteors that crashed down in Smallville in '89."
"Oh?" Chloe said taking mental notes of everything that was being said. Something just didn't add up.
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