Chapter Five
It was a Saturday morning, and the whole Kent family woke up earlier that day. After watching the sunrise, Mrs. Kent's gave Linda the grand tour of the barn. She's telling her what goes on, how certain stuff works and what Linda can do around the barn.
Linda was given the same task as Clark's, but hers was a bit easier, given that she's a girl and all. Still, Clark is awfully quiet around Linda. He hasn't talked to her last night at diner, 'til the moment she woke up that morning. She's sensitive enough to notice that of course.
"Clark," She began to say, opting to break the ice first. Linda was attired in a denim overall, with white shirt. She had her brown hair in a ponytail. "You have any plans this afternoon?"
"Uh," Clark was surprised. He was checking the tires of the farming truck, when Linda went to him. "N-n-nothing. Why?"
"Maybe you could, I dunno.show me around town or something?" Linda suggested biting her lower lip, child like. Clark thought she looked adorable doing that.
Just when Clark was about to answer her with 'sure', the phone rang from within the house.
"I'll go get that. Hold on a sec." She offered, as she trotted, heading for the house.
Normally, he was the only one who could hear that faint ringing of their phone. It has something to do with his super hearing.
"Did you hear that?" Clark asked his parents, who were a few feet away from where he is.
"Heard what?" Mr. Kent replied stacking up the hays at a corner.
"Nothing." He uttered instead. Clark reckoned that Linda's probably one of the few people left with great hearing. Still he finds it weird.
Linda emerged from the house, as she proceeded by steps for Clark. He was now helping Mrs. Kent load several baskets full of vegetables at the back of their truck.
"Clark," Linda started, resting an elbow at the back of the truck. "That was Lana Lang. She kinda volunteered to show me around town with the other cheerleaders this afternoon. Then she said she'd familiarize us with the cheers."
"Oh." His voice was soft. Disappointment was evident in his clear, beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm sorry. I know I asked you to and."
"No, no. It's ok." He pretended to look fine. "Go with Lana. I'm sure you guys are gonna have a great time."
"I bet though, I can take you with me. What do you say?"
"Nah. I'll pass." Clark objected loading another basket. "I just remembered, I should be meeting Pete and Chloe later to work with some articles for the paper."
"That's nice." She smiled, helping Mrs. Kent with the baskets. "Let's go out some other time then."
Clark nodded. It wasn't a date exactly for Linda, but for Clark it kinda is. What he'd give to spend an afternoon with Lana Lang and Linda Danvers. Whitney and that Dick guy from Leesburg are both undoubtedly lucky guys for having them.
Linda asked Mrs. Kent if she'd let her rendezvous with Lana Lang and the cheering squad in town, later that afternoon, and Martha said yes. She thanked her and commenced with her assigned work. Mrs. Kent did remind her to be home before diner time.
Later that afternoon:
"You said that?" Linda queried her friend Lena, as they strolled down town.
They we're passing by the small shops that outlined the town, on their way to meet Lana and the others inside a pizza parlor called Vinni's. Linda was wearing a pastel green collared shirt, and bottomed it with a long moss green wrap around skirt.
"Yeah." She told her, proud of her accomplishment. Lena, who's also a member of the Leesburg cheering squad, was telling Linda about the confrontation that happened to her and her half brother Lex, back at the Luthor Mansion.
"I don't believe this!" Linda let out shaking her head. She held on, with her left hand, to her small light brown duffel bag, anchored over her left shoulder.
"He was very arrogant! I wish you were there to witness it."
"If I was there Lena, I'd drag you by the hair when you started taunting the poor guy."
"He's anything but a poor guy!" Lena pointed out. "He's got this big house, great drive way by the way, and all this cool stuff."
"And you don't?" Linda mocked, giving her a look.
Lena's living a princess' life back in Leesburg, she's got her own car (lots), her own driver, branded stuff, good grades, a great mom. All that's lacking is Lena's own country and she's the perfect teenager.
"Stop hating the guy Lena. It's not his fault." Linda added placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "And hey, maybe you guys can get along at the end. Give yourself and Lex a chance. I mean look at me. I'd give anything just to have someone like me. A person who can keep up with me."
Lena was hushed. Alas they found Vinni's. It was a small restaurant with an Italian ambiance. Walking in, Linda and Lena realized that Lana and the cheering squad was with a couple of guys, the football team. Dick Malverne, Jason Scotts and Jeffrey Daniels, members of the Leesburg football team, are with them.
Lana waved at Linda as soon as she saw her came in. Lena followed behind her. They sat in the booth located at the parlor window, overlooking the street outside. The booth can be occupied by at least 6 persons.
"So glad you can make." Lana uttered, scooping over so Linda and Lena could take their seat.
Linda sat between Lana and Lena at one side, while Whitney, Dick and Jason sat at the opposite side. Lana faces Whitney, Linda faces Dick and Lena facing Jason. A wooden table stood between them. The other squads are at the next booth.
"Hi Lyn." Dick greeted Linda. She acknowledged it with a smile. Whitney and Jason did the same.
"How long have you guys been here?" Linda inquired, embarrassed for arriving ten minutes late.
"We just got in." Lana mumbled gazing at her watch. "At least 5 minutes before you guys came in."
Linda and Lena were relieved. The waiter came and took each of their orders. It's pizza, pasta, cheese breads and soda's for everyone. About ten minutes went by, when Lena noticed Linda closing her eyes ones in a while. She ignored it.
"Lyn, care to tell us anything about the Kent's? Clark?" Whitney said, resting his arms on the table like the rest of them. "Any dark, juicy secret's you've uncovered since your stay?"
"There isn't anything dark about Clark or his family, Whitney." She defended strongly. "Clark's got loving parents, he's a good son. They're perfectly normal. I just wish I could say the same for your family."
Whitney didn't expect that coming. It hurts. One of the Leesburg student's, sponsored by Whitney's family, told Linda about Whitney's family life. It's public knowledge that he's got a dysfunctional family. Linda gave it to him good. Lana gave her boyfriend a 'you-deserve-that' look.
"Whitney I'm sorry." Linda apologized sincerely, and it shows. "I'm just not feeling right."
She then massaged her aching temples after apologizing, eyes closed. Whitney understood.
"Are you ok, Lyn?" Lana asked, with concern written all over her face.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Offered Dick.
Dick Malverne has known Linda way back since childhood. They we're both from the Midvale Orphanage. They practically grew up together. Linda looks at Dick as an older brother, Dick on the other hand thinks of her as something more special.
He has tried courting her ever since they were freshmen at Leesburg High, but she kept on telling him that she's not ready. Dick was patient enough to wait for her up until now. He still hopes that someday Linda would wake up and finally realize that she's in love with him too.
Lena, Linda's best friend, is secretly into Dick! She even told her about it, and Linda promised to support her. But Dick had his eyes only on the fair Linda Danvers.
Linda shook her head in total objection.
"The sun's too bright. It's hurting my eyes." Linda pretended, screening her eyes from the rays of the hot afternoon sun that shone down on her and Lana's direction.
Lana meanwhile, thought that it wasn't that bright at all. It was perfectly fine.
"Maybe we should switch chairs Lyn." Whitney gallantly recommended, as Dick and Jason slid out of their seat, so Whitney could get out.
"Good idea Whitney." Lana praised her boyfriend. She felt proud of him for being sweet and thinking fast.
Lena slid out so Linda could transfer seats. Jason replaced Whitney on his seat, Dick sat between him and Linda. Lena sat next to Whitney and Lana.
Miraculously, after a few seconds Linda felt normal again.
"You ok?" Lena mouthed the words, holding her friend's hand.
"Yeah." Linda murmured with a smile. "It's that darn sun."
Their orders where delivered by the waiter, freshly cooked pizza's and pasta's. Everyone started eating.
The sun's rays caught Lana's necklace, emitting out a greenish glow.
"Nice necklace." Jason complimented, taking a bite of his tasty cheese bread. "Emerald?"
"No." She responded, looking down at it. Lana touched it. Everyone stared at Lana's necklace. "It was a piece of rock, from the meteor that hits Smallville years ago."
Linda's eyes widened as she stares at it. Lena looked at her as if to tell her something. She gazed back.
"The exact meteors that killed my parents." Lana finished, with a crestfallen expression. It was hard for her remembering that tragic moment, through a little girl's eyes.
"I'm sorry." Jason quickly apologized. The group fell silent for a while.
At the other side of town, a bit far from the group's location, an old lady somewhere in her sixties is driving her ancient looking, yellow beetle type, Volkswagen car. The car looks so ancient that the paint's faded and is peeling off. The wheel's all used up and parts are rusting. Someone would die of tetanus from touching the car.
The red light flashes from the traffic light, signaling the motorist to stop. The old lady opened her car compartment and retrieved a pack of cigarettes. Noticing that it was already empty, she opened a new pack and pulled one stick from it. Placing it on her lips, she rummaged for her lighter, and she found them. She rolled down the window on the driver's side as she lighted her cigarette.
The old lady puffed a few smokes, enjoying her simple luxury in life, when the traffic light turned green. She stepped on the gas and drove away. The two cars that we're right behind her turned left at the intersection. The old lady was the only one heading straight at the street.
Still enjoying her cigarette she turned on her creaky car radio, finding her favorite station. A reporter's voice came in, he was reporting about the massacre that happened yesterday afternoon in front of the Luthor Mansion.
A guy was slashed open by an unknown being. He relayed that the guy's heart and liver were found missing. The police he said, suspects that it was done by a member of a cult or some sort. The Smalville police department are doing their best to track the criminal's down.
"Damn demented kids." She commented, puffing again.
Abruptly, from out of nowhere, a black object from the sky came swooping down and is headed to the old lady's car. A black menacing raven with red magma eyes.
It entered the opened driver's window, and the old lady was caught off guard. She panicked dropping her cigarette in the process. She tried shooing it away with her freehand, but the bird wouldn't get out. It has other plans.
The raven circled around the small space of the vehicle. It rubbed his sharp beaks against its feathery chest and began pecking at the old lady. First it was her wrinkled face, then her soft neck, down to her ribbed upper chest.
The raven kept doing that until blood shot out the wounds. The old lady wailed in torment, taking off her hands at the stirring wheel. She used both her hands to shield her face from her attacker. To no avail, the raven continued with its assault.
"Die! Die!" She thought she heard the raven whispered.
The car was now running at a great speed, zigzagging the streets. Something bad was about to happen.
It was a Saturday morning, and the whole Kent family woke up earlier that day. After watching the sunrise, Mrs. Kent's gave Linda the grand tour of the barn. She's telling her what goes on, how certain stuff works and what Linda can do around the barn.
Linda was given the same task as Clark's, but hers was a bit easier, given that she's a girl and all. Still, Clark is awfully quiet around Linda. He hasn't talked to her last night at diner, 'til the moment she woke up that morning. She's sensitive enough to notice that of course.
"Clark," She began to say, opting to break the ice first. Linda was attired in a denim overall, with white shirt. She had her brown hair in a ponytail. "You have any plans this afternoon?"
"Uh," Clark was surprised. He was checking the tires of the farming truck, when Linda went to him. "N-n-nothing. Why?"
"Maybe you could, I dunno.show me around town or something?" Linda suggested biting her lower lip, child like. Clark thought she looked adorable doing that.
Just when Clark was about to answer her with 'sure', the phone rang from within the house.
"I'll go get that. Hold on a sec." She offered, as she trotted, heading for the house.
Normally, he was the only one who could hear that faint ringing of their phone. It has something to do with his super hearing.
"Did you hear that?" Clark asked his parents, who were a few feet away from where he is.
"Heard what?" Mr. Kent replied stacking up the hays at a corner.
"Nothing." He uttered instead. Clark reckoned that Linda's probably one of the few people left with great hearing. Still he finds it weird.
Linda emerged from the house, as she proceeded by steps for Clark. He was now helping Mrs. Kent load several baskets full of vegetables at the back of their truck.
"Clark," Linda started, resting an elbow at the back of the truck. "That was Lana Lang. She kinda volunteered to show me around town with the other cheerleaders this afternoon. Then she said she'd familiarize us with the cheers."
"Oh." His voice was soft. Disappointment was evident in his clear, beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm sorry. I know I asked you to and."
"No, no. It's ok." He pretended to look fine. "Go with Lana. I'm sure you guys are gonna have a great time."
"I bet though, I can take you with me. What do you say?"
"Nah. I'll pass." Clark objected loading another basket. "I just remembered, I should be meeting Pete and Chloe later to work with some articles for the paper."
"That's nice." She smiled, helping Mrs. Kent with the baskets. "Let's go out some other time then."
Clark nodded. It wasn't a date exactly for Linda, but for Clark it kinda is. What he'd give to spend an afternoon with Lana Lang and Linda Danvers. Whitney and that Dick guy from Leesburg are both undoubtedly lucky guys for having them.
Linda asked Mrs. Kent if she'd let her rendezvous with Lana Lang and the cheering squad in town, later that afternoon, and Martha said yes. She thanked her and commenced with her assigned work. Mrs. Kent did remind her to be home before diner time.
Later that afternoon:
"You said that?" Linda queried her friend Lena, as they strolled down town.
They we're passing by the small shops that outlined the town, on their way to meet Lana and the others inside a pizza parlor called Vinni's. Linda was wearing a pastel green collared shirt, and bottomed it with a long moss green wrap around skirt.
"Yeah." She told her, proud of her accomplishment. Lena, who's also a member of the Leesburg cheering squad, was telling Linda about the confrontation that happened to her and her half brother Lex, back at the Luthor Mansion.
"I don't believe this!" Linda let out shaking her head. She held on, with her left hand, to her small light brown duffel bag, anchored over her left shoulder.
"He was very arrogant! I wish you were there to witness it."
"If I was there Lena, I'd drag you by the hair when you started taunting the poor guy."
"He's anything but a poor guy!" Lena pointed out. "He's got this big house, great drive way by the way, and all this cool stuff."
"And you don't?" Linda mocked, giving her a look.
Lena's living a princess' life back in Leesburg, she's got her own car (lots), her own driver, branded stuff, good grades, a great mom. All that's lacking is Lena's own country and she's the perfect teenager.
"Stop hating the guy Lena. It's not his fault." Linda added placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "And hey, maybe you guys can get along at the end. Give yourself and Lex a chance. I mean look at me. I'd give anything just to have someone like me. A person who can keep up with me."
Lena was hushed. Alas they found Vinni's. It was a small restaurant with an Italian ambiance. Walking in, Linda and Lena realized that Lana and the cheering squad was with a couple of guys, the football team. Dick Malverne, Jason Scotts and Jeffrey Daniels, members of the Leesburg football team, are with them.
Lana waved at Linda as soon as she saw her came in. Lena followed behind her. They sat in the booth located at the parlor window, overlooking the street outside. The booth can be occupied by at least 6 persons.
"So glad you can make." Lana uttered, scooping over so Linda and Lena could take their seat.
Linda sat between Lana and Lena at one side, while Whitney, Dick and Jason sat at the opposite side. Lana faces Whitney, Linda faces Dick and Lena facing Jason. A wooden table stood between them. The other squads are at the next booth.
"Hi Lyn." Dick greeted Linda. She acknowledged it with a smile. Whitney and Jason did the same.
"How long have you guys been here?" Linda inquired, embarrassed for arriving ten minutes late.
"We just got in." Lana mumbled gazing at her watch. "At least 5 minutes before you guys came in."
Linda and Lena were relieved. The waiter came and took each of their orders. It's pizza, pasta, cheese breads and soda's for everyone. About ten minutes went by, when Lena noticed Linda closing her eyes ones in a while. She ignored it.
"Lyn, care to tell us anything about the Kent's? Clark?" Whitney said, resting his arms on the table like the rest of them. "Any dark, juicy secret's you've uncovered since your stay?"
"There isn't anything dark about Clark or his family, Whitney." She defended strongly. "Clark's got loving parents, he's a good son. They're perfectly normal. I just wish I could say the same for your family."
Whitney didn't expect that coming. It hurts. One of the Leesburg student's, sponsored by Whitney's family, told Linda about Whitney's family life. It's public knowledge that he's got a dysfunctional family. Linda gave it to him good. Lana gave her boyfriend a 'you-deserve-that' look.
"Whitney I'm sorry." Linda apologized sincerely, and it shows. "I'm just not feeling right."
She then massaged her aching temples after apologizing, eyes closed. Whitney understood.
"Are you ok, Lyn?" Lana asked, with concern written all over her face.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Offered Dick.
Dick Malverne has known Linda way back since childhood. They we're both from the Midvale Orphanage. They practically grew up together. Linda looks at Dick as an older brother, Dick on the other hand thinks of her as something more special.
He has tried courting her ever since they were freshmen at Leesburg High, but she kept on telling him that she's not ready. Dick was patient enough to wait for her up until now. He still hopes that someday Linda would wake up and finally realize that she's in love with him too.
Lena, Linda's best friend, is secretly into Dick! She even told her about it, and Linda promised to support her. But Dick had his eyes only on the fair Linda Danvers.
Linda shook her head in total objection.
"The sun's too bright. It's hurting my eyes." Linda pretended, screening her eyes from the rays of the hot afternoon sun that shone down on her and Lana's direction.
Lana meanwhile, thought that it wasn't that bright at all. It was perfectly fine.
"Maybe we should switch chairs Lyn." Whitney gallantly recommended, as Dick and Jason slid out of their seat, so Whitney could get out.
"Good idea Whitney." Lana praised her boyfriend. She felt proud of him for being sweet and thinking fast.
Lena slid out so Linda could transfer seats. Jason replaced Whitney on his seat, Dick sat between him and Linda. Lena sat next to Whitney and Lana.
Miraculously, after a few seconds Linda felt normal again.
"You ok?" Lena mouthed the words, holding her friend's hand.
"Yeah." Linda murmured with a smile. "It's that darn sun."
Their orders where delivered by the waiter, freshly cooked pizza's and pasta's. Everyone started eating.
The sun's rays caught Lana's necklace, emitting out a greenish glow.
"Nice necklace." Jason complimented, taking a bite of his tasty cheese bread. "Emerald?"
"No." She responded, looking down at it. Lana touched it. Everyone stared at Lana's necklace. "It was a piece of rock, from the meteor that hits Smallville years ago."
Linda's eyes widened as she stares at it. Lena looked at her as if to tell her something. She gazed back.
"The exact meteors that killed my parents." Lana finished, with a crestfallen expression. It was hard for her remembering that tragic moment, through a little girl's eyes.
"I'm sorry." Jason quickly apologized. The group fell silent for a while.
At the other side of town, a bit far from the group's location, an old lady somewhere in her sixties is driving her ancient looking, yellow beetle type, Volkswagen car. The car looks so ancient that the paint's faded and is peeling off. The wheel's all used up and parts are rusting. Someone would die of tetanus from touching the car.
The red light flashes from the traffic light, signaling the motorist to stop. The old lady opened her car compartment and retrieved a pack of cigarettes. Noticing that it was already empty, she opened a new pack and pulled one stick from it. Placing it on her lips, she rummaged for her lighter, and she found them. She rolled down the window on the driver's side as she lighted her cigarette.
The old lady puffed a few smokes, enjoying her simple luxury in life, when the traffic light turned green. She stepped on the gas and drove away. The two cars that we're right behind her turned left at the intersection. The old lady was the only one heading straight at the street.
Still enjoying her cigarette she turned on her creaky car radio, finding her favorite station. A reporter's voice came in, he was reporting about the massacre that happened yesterday afternoon in front of the Luthor Mansion.
A guy was slashed open by an unknown being. He relayed that the guy's heart and liver were found missing. The police he said, suspects that it was done by a member of a cult or some sort. The Smalville police department are doing their best to track the criminal's down.
"Damn demented kids." She commented, puffing again.
Abruptly, from out of nowhere, a black object from the sky came swooping down and is headed to the old lady's car. A black menacing raven with red magma eyes.
It entered the opened driver's window, and the old lady was caught off guard. She panicked dropping her cigarette in the process. She tried shooing it away with her freehand, but the bird wouldn't get out. It has other plans.
The raven circled around the small space of the vehicle. It rubbed his sharp beaks against its feathery chest and began pecking at the old lady. First it was her wrinkled face, then her soft neck, down to her ribbed upper chest.
The raven kept doing that until blood shot out the wounds. The old lady wailed in torment, taking off her hands at the stirring wheel. She used both her hands to shield her face from her attacker. To no avail, the raven continued with its assault.
"Die! Die!" She thought she heard the raven whispered.
The car was now running at a great speed, zigzagging the streets. Something bad was about to happen.