He woke up to the sound of cows.
For a moment, he thought he was back hom, back in bed, this all a dream. Some freakish nightmare Morpheus had bestowed upon him for entertainment value. That he was still a teenager, before all of this happened. Before the storm.
But sadly, no. That was not to be. He got up and looked around him. All these little gadgets…some might call them magic, but where he had been for the past 20 years, they were simple little objects.
Designed for military use of course.
Heh. Unfortunatly for them, he had stolen all the prototypes. Burned the designs. Serves them right for the years of tests. Years of needles. Years upon years of his life wasted simply for a week's actions.
A week caused by him.
GOD DAMN CLARK KENT! He retreated to the corner, shivering. He could still feel the probing hands, poking him…anywhere…everywhere…looking for answers. He breathed in…thought of his plan. It stroked him mind, calming him, soothing like a mother's touch.
He picked up a little ball.
The little ball in fact. The one he used to start all this.
Ingenious little piece of work. A 'Dream Weaver' they called it. Allowed one to enter your mind thorough dreams.
He set that one down and picked up another. It didn't have a name, but it too was evry useful. Allowed one to influence another's mind.
All of these were used on him.
He had been the geniuea pig for every single one of their freakish experiments. It's not like anyone cared about him. He was just a freak. A psycotic, pen stabbing, father assulting FREAK.
Then there was the last object, the last of his toys.
The time travel device.
Oh, some might tell you 'time travel is impossiable you crazy lunatic.' But those busy busy little worker bees at the LexCorp lab had been very busy, and developed this little device. Once he had learned of it's existance, he planned. Waited for a very very long time too. Every thing had to be planned just right, every thing had to go off just right, or it would all be for naught.
Then…when the moment came…he turned against the scientists. Drenched in their still hot blood, he set fire to the lab. And then he left. With all these toys.
Al these wonderful wonderful toys.
He picked up an armful and danced around the room, his mind full of the Siren's Song.
Dancing…dancing…free…soon, he would be free.
Tonight is the dance.
Tonight it will all come together.
Tonight…Clark will loose everything he ever loved.
He lifted his voice to the heavens and laughed.
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Not too far away, Clark awoke with a start.
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Sorry it's sp short guys. The next chapter required EXTENSIVE planning. AAAANND, in the next chapter [or at least one right after it] you guys will find out who our little man is! Joy!