Chapter 2

Clark was lying on a raised chair like the kind you find at the dentists. Other than that everything was a blur. There where people around him strapping him down, but quickly they left. Then he heard a voice.

"I know everything that you have been keeping a secret from this world. I believe there is profit to be made there. However if you do not co-operate then I will terminate you and others. All I want is for you to demonstrate your powers to me." He said, coming into Clark's view half way through.

He still couldn't make out the face, but the voice sounded familiar. It was Lionel Luthor. He started to panic. Where was he? Was he going to be stuck here forever, being experimented on? He wouldn't tell him anything or show him anything ever. His dad had a reason to hate Lionel. He was evil, pure and simple. Anyway, they had given him something that made him so weak that he couldn't do anything anyway.

"No way," said Clark, his voice not sounding nearly as determined as he would have liked.

Lionel came closer so that his face was right up against Clark's.

"What good are you to anyone dead?" he whispered in his ear. "What good are you to Lana?"

Clark struggled to break free. That was a threat to Lana, something he couldn't bear.

"Did I strike a nerve?" he asked, the amusement in his voice too much for Clark to take.

He spat in his face.

"I'll never co-operate with you, you sick bastard," he said defiantly.

"We'll see," said Lionel, arrogantly, "Bring it in," he told his men.

They brought in a large lead box, put it down on the floor and opened it. As soon as they did Clark groaned in agony. It was the biggest piece of meteor rock that he'd ever seen. His head throbbed and he clenched his teeth and fists in a vein attempt at helping ease the pain. All the energy from his body drained and he once again found himself helpless.

"I'll be back again in the morning," said Lionel, closing the big door behind him and leaving Clark taking in haggard breathes.

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Kyle was desperately pacing back and forth, playing out plans in his mind. He had to help Clark, and all the others here. The whole time he had been worried about himself, but seeing Clark had brought back his unselfish reasoning. Maybe if he could get help from one other person he could help everyone. But there was a camera in every room so he would have to be quick. Or maybe.He moved to the corner of the room where the camera was, and fitted him self just behind it so that he couldn't be seen. Then he took of his shoe and smashed the camera with it. They would be sending someone down to check on him right about now.

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