Secrets part 3 - Trapped
Chapter 1
Lex came too hazily. He looked around and tried to remember why he was in Clark's barn. Then the memories came flooding back in an instant. His father's blatant disregard of Clark's life, Clark's capture and finally his part in it all. How could he have betrayed his best friend like this? He tried to stand up and had to grab onto the stair rail to stop him from toppling over. He had to tell the Kent's that was his first objective. He ran to the farmhouse and pummelled on the front door. A sleepy Jonathon came down in his nightgown yawning. When he saw Lex he frowned.
"What are you doing here at this time of night?" he asked, curiously.
Lex had to steady himself again. "It's Clark, they took him," he breathed before passing out again.
Jonathon caught his fall and called out to Martha. There he tried to think what he could have meant.
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Kyle Tippet had always been a patient man. He hadn't even made a fuss like the others, when he'd realised why he was here. Day and night he would hear them banging on the doors, cursing and screaming to no avail. He just didn't see the point. However he always watched them. He knew a lot of what was going on and he knew two things for certain. One was that it was damn near impossible to escape this place and two that they were getting ready for something. He'd watched them preparing a room for a new victim, but had noticed a lot more complicated equipment being loaded into it. Whoever was coming was important to them. Just as he thought this there was a commotion to his left. Four soldiers were coming through the door. Two of them were walking a teenager, who looked like he'd been drugged up to the eyeballs, rugby player style, to the room. He tried to get a good look at his face. It was Clark Kent. "Oh God," he thought. Clark had saved his life once. He'd taken bullets for him, but strangely had not been harmed. Kyle had respected Clark's secrets and not asked any questions. Instead he'd just promised not to tell anyone. Now he was in trouble. He looked awful. He seemed unaware of anything going on around him and appeared to be extremely weak. Whatever they had done to him had definitely been affective.
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Jonathon and Martha tried to rouse Lex by every means possible. Finally when Martha had poured a glass of cold water on his face he began to stir.
"Thank god," she breathed.
"Lex, Lex you have to tell us what happened," said Jonathon, loudly.
He groaned and then tried to explain. "Clark, they took him."
"Who took him?" said Jonathon, trying to stay calm.
"My father. He found out something about Clark. He has some sort of lab where he studies the people infected by the meteor rocks. He uses them like lab rats, god, we have to help him."
Martha started to panic. She looked to Jonathon and he rubbed her arm comfortingly. Then he went back to Lex.
"Lex. Where did they take him?" he asked, a little less calmly now. This was Jonathon and Martha's idea of their worst nightmare. It was because of events like this that they had kept Clark's gifts a secret. It had always been at the back of their mind and yet they had never prepared for it.
"To a compound out in the desert. I don't remember where exactly," Said Lex.
"Well try," he said angrily.
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Chapter 1
Lex came too hazily. He looked around and tried to remember why he was in Clark's barn. Then the memories came flooding back in an instant. His father's blatant disregard of Clark's life, Clark's capture and finally his part in it all. How could he have betrayed his best friend like this? He tried to stand up and had to grab onto the stair rail to stop him from toppling over. He had to tell the Kent's that was his first objective. He ran to the farmhouse and pummelled on the front door. A sleepy Jonathon came down in his nightgown yawning. When he saw Lex he frowned.
"What are you doing here at this time of night?" he asked, curiously.
Lex had to steady himself again. "It's Clark, they took him," he breathed before passing out again.
Jonathon caught his fall and called out to Martha. There he tried to think what he could have meant.
* * * * * *
Kyle Tippet had always been a patient man. He hadn't even made a fuss like the others, when he'd realised why he was here. Day and night he would hear them banging on the doors, cursing and screaming to no avail. He just didn't see the point. However he always watched them. He knew a lot of what was going on and he knew two things for certain. One was that it was damn near impossible to escape this place and two that they were getting ready for something. He'd watched them preparing a room for a new victim, but had noticed a lot more complicated equipment being loaded into it. Whoever was coming was important to them. Just as he thought this there was a commotion to his left. Four soldiers were coming through the door. Two of them were walking a teenager, who looked like he'd been drugged up to the eyeballs, rugby player style, to the room. He tried to get a good look at his face. It was Clark Kent. "Oh God," he thought. Clark had saved his life once. He'd taken bullets for him, but strangely had not been harmed. Kyle had respected Clark's secrets and not asked any questions. Instead he'd just promised not to tell anyone. Now he was in trouble. He looked awful. He seemed unaware of anything going on around him and appeared to be extremely weak. Whatever they had done to him had definitely been affective.
* * * * *
Jonathon and Martha tried to rouse Lex by every means possible. Finally when Martha had poured a glass of cold water on his face he began to stir.
"Thank god," she breathed.
"Lex, Lex you have to tell us what happened," said Jonathon, loudly.
He groaned and then tried to explain. "Clark, they took him."
"Who took him?" said Jonathon, trying to stay calm.
"My father. He found out something about Clark. He has some sort of lab where he studies the people infected by the meteor rocks. He uses them like lab rats, god, we have to help him."
Martha started to panic. She looked to Jonathon and he rubbed her arm comfortingly. Then he went back to Lex.
"Lex. Where did they take him?" he asked, a little less calmly now. This was Jonathon and Martha's idea of their worst nightmare. It was because of events like this that they had kept Clark's gifts a secret. It had always been at the back of their mind and yet they had never prepared for it.
"To a compound out in the desert. I don't remember where exactly," Said Lex.
"Well try," he said angrily.
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