Chapter 3 - Revenge

Lex stood up slowly.

"What do you want?" he asked, a slight tremble in his voice.

"Revenge," said Jacob fiercely, as he struck him over the head with his gun, causing Lex to tumble helplessly to the floor.

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Clark had been let in without a word. The women at the gate had even said he was habit forming and he did have to admit that he did turn up here a lot after school, mostly to chill out and play some pool with his friend. As he started to round the corner he heard a thud from a room on the second floor. He ran to the top in a matter of seconds and listened in at the door. There was a muffled voice inside. He could just hear the murmurs of the word revenge. Without hesitation he rammed into the door. Lex was lying unconscious on the floor and stooping over him was Jacob O'Leary with a gun in his hand.

"Stop," said Clark "just let him go."

"Ah, you must be Clark, how convenient."

"You have to stop hurting people, it won't bring back your sister," Clark tried to reason, having found out all about club zero a couple of days ago.

"You don't know anything about me, or my family. There is only one kind of justice for the acts that Lex committed. Have you ever heard the saying 'whatever you do shall come back on you three folds'?" he asked. At this he pointed the gun at Clark and began to walk towards him as he spoke.

"First you, then Lana, then Lionel," he said threateningly.

As he got closer Clark began to feel weak and slightly nauseas. The meteor rocks. "He must have one on him or something," he thought silently trying to hide the growing waves of pain.

"That's justice," said Jacob, grinning evilly.

Then the gun went off. Clark started to try and dodge the bullet but as it got closer he got so bad that he couldn't move. As though frozen still and only thinking at super speed he could feel only pain and terror as he realised there was nothing he could do. It was going to hit him. "But will it hurt me," he thought in the final instant before.'Slam' the bullet flew into his stomach lodging there. Clark's eyes went impossibly wide. He pressed his hand over the gaping wound and then, as if in a daze, stared at the blood caked hand before him. He fell weakly to the floor. To any normal human this would have hurt like hell, but he had the added waves of darkness that the meteor rock emitted. The he realised that it was coming from inside him. "The bullet." he thought. His eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

Lex awoke a good 5 minutes later when Jacob was already long gone. He had no idea of what he was going to find. Clark lay slumped against the wall at the far side of his room unconscious and bleeding heavily from his gut.

"Oh Shit, Clark," he called out to his friend.

He groaned in acknowledgement and his eyes slightly opened.

"We have to get you to a hospital," he said quickly, his heart thumping hard in his chest. Clark was his only friend, he couldn't let him die.

"No," said Clark in a whisper, "You can't tell anyone."

"Clark, you're delirious, you've been shot. I have to call 911."

"Lex please," Clark begged, "Just call my parents."

As much as Lex had to fight all his natural instincts to do so, he agreed. There was something in the urgency of Clark's voice that made him sure he had to. After calling the Kent's, who were so shocked that he had to tell them more than once that he wasn't kidding, he helped Clark onto his bed. He was in a bad state. Sweet covered his body, matting his hair to his forehead, and he had begun jittering slightly. "Where are they?" thought Lex impatiently.

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