Chapter 2 - Revelations, obsession and paranoia

Incidents like this kept happening throughout the year and Lionel had kept files on all of them. His best source had ironically been a high school teen who's laughed at theory's had proven to be correct, and helped him many a time to retrieve subjects. What he had was extremely important, that he had always known. He had made sure that he was the only one who knew about these incidents, or thought anything of them, so that when he found out what was behind it he would gain the benefits of it. Clark Kent's name had come up over and over again on the files and he still never twigged that he was something out of the ordinary himself. And now here it was, the evidence that could prove Clark was the beginning of all these strange incidents, and in some ways responsible. Dr Matthews had been a very wise investment. He had hired him so that he would have a heads up on what all the rock stars, criminals and others like himself were up to, but he had never imagined he would be this useful. The doctor had not only discovered Clark's some what abnormal blood group, and witnessed a miraculous recovery from a fatal gunshot wound, but also claimed to have his weakness already figured out. He had rummaged through Lex's garden (where Jonathon Kent had thrown it) and found the bullet in question. It seemed to have remnants of the meteor rocks from the meteor show of 1989 mixed in with it's other components. The doctor had then done research on the meteor rocks themselves and found that they emitted a high band of radiation that didn't seem to effects humans by touch alone. However, having studied Clark's blood's reaction to it he had come to the conclusion that, if left for long enough in its proximity he would die. Right now he had a team of specialists working on a serum that would not kill him but neutralise his ability's for given periods of time. This was the key to their capture of Clark, as Lionel planned to achieve this by any means possible. If the doctor's theories were correct then there would be enormous benefits to being the first to know. For the doctor believed that Clark was not of this earth.

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Lex had become even more obsessed than he had been since the crash. That he could have accepted. But Clark had healed himself of a gunshot wound in seconds leaving not even a scratch. Not only that but he had also sped out of the room so fast that it looked like he'd just disappeared. The not knowing was driving him insane. Today he was going to go to school and ask him himself. He tried going over all the possible explanations. Maybe he had been affected by the meteor shower, or maybe Lex was in some kind of dream world like in the Matrix. No that was ridiculous, but the former would fit. However, Lex had trouble believing that Clark would be afraid to tell him that. They knew lots of people like that, and they had not been afraid of them. It just didn't make sense.

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Clark had become paranoid. He felt like every eye was on him, every breath held in anticipation as though everyone was waiting for him to break. He also felt a large portion of loneliness weighing down on his back. He had no one the turn too. Since he had been shot Lex had tried to ring a hundred times and Chloe had been distant since he had told her to just except his secrets. He himself had been avoiding Lana. He just didn't want anyone else to be snooping around behind his back about things. He felt like he was going to explode, like he wanted to just scream 'I'm an alien' to the whole school and get it over with. But, as he'd told his parents afterwards, when he'd seen the doctor (who was actually trying to help him) with the needle and not known what was going on, he'd experienced the most fear he'd ever had in his life. He had to live with his secrets or he would be locked up and tested on, and they'd throw away the key. In some ways he trusted Lex. He felt he would not betray him if he were to tell him the truth, but he had secrets too. He had a dark past and, Clark's father believed, dark intentions. It was something he could never do.

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