Chapter 3
Martha had fallen asleep on the couch but Jonathon was wide-awake, watching Lex's every move. He was shouting into the phone and pacing so much that he was almost wearing a trench into the floor.
"I know you know where it is, you drove me there and back.Yes you did.I think I'd remember," heard Jonathon from the other room.
He hated sitting here doing nothing. As Clark's parents, it was their responsibility to keep him safe and it had always been their number one priority. Now it seemed to him as though they'd failed. Lex hung up the phone, then dialled in another number and started his desperate search again.
"I want you to find out where my father is.Well call him.there must be some way of contacting him," said Lex, his voice growing more hopeless every word he spoke.
Martha awoke as Lex hung up the phone a second time. There was an uncomfortable silence in which no one was really sure what to do. Then Lex spoke.
"I think I know a way that I can find him."
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Clark tried desperately to release himself from his bond. Lying in a lead lined room, strapped to a raised bed, a large piece of meteor rock sitting in the middle of the room, emitting it's deadly radiation, it seemed like the end of the world. Sweat trickled down his drained face, over his colourless lips. The veins in his temples throbbed, every moment a moment of agony. It felt like it would never end. But it would, he was sure. It would end when he died, and that wasn't a comforting thought. Then the door opened and Lionel walked into the room. He stood next to him, looking down on him in a questioning way.
"Are you ready to co-operate yet?" asked Lionel.
Clark tried to think through the growing haze in his head. If he didn't he was going to die, or someone else might. Who knows the lengths he would go too to get the answers he wanted. Inside him the basic instincts of man took over and he gave in, his only worry now was too survive.
"What do you want me to do," he said.
Lionel smiled. A sickening smile that added to the nausea he was already feeling. His men took away the meteor rock and Clark breathed a sigh of relief as the pain was quickly lessoned.
"There now, that wasn't so hard was it?" he said with a smirk.
He untied the straps and Clark sat up shakily. Then Lionel walked out the door, locking it behind him.
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One soldier knocked one the door. "They thought they needed only one to deal with me, they really don't know much about me," thought Kyle as he hid behind the door. It swung open and the guy walked slowly in, looking around cautiously. Kyle grabbed the guy's hand and concentrated. They guy stood there in silence. He looked totally gormless.
"Give me your keys," he said to the man.
He passed them over without a question.
"Now, go and tell the others that it was just a malfunction. There is no need to worry. Stay there and keep watch, try to hide everything I do."
The guy started for the door.
"Wait," said Kyle, "We'll need to swap clothes," he said with a grin.
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Clark walked impatiently around the room. The walls were completely solid, and in his weakened state, he couldn't even have broken through wood. "How long is this going to last," he thought. Then he began to think about everyone back home, his parents, Lex, Chloe, Pete and Lana. What if she were hurt. There would be nothing he could do about it while locked up in this cage. He started to get angry. What right did Lionel Luthor have to lock up kids and study them? It almost didn't make sense. What could he possibly gain from this? It just didn't seem to fit. He tried desperately to break the door down. He kicked at it, slammed into it and eventually, after gaining many bruises; he slunk down to the floor on the verge of crying. He might as well be dead. Then, from the corners of the room, a green gas seeped out of metal pipes. "What the hell." thought Clark before the gas invaded his lungs and put him to a deep sleep.
* * * * *
Martha had fallen asleep on the couch but Jonathon was wide-awake, watching Lex's every move. He was shouting into the phone and pacing so much that he was almost wearing a trench into the floor.
"I know you know where it is, you drove me there and back.Yes you did.I think I'd remember," heard Jonathon from the other room.
He hated sitting here doing nothing. As Clark's parents, it was their responsibility to keep him safe and it had always been their number one priority. Now it seemed to him as though they'd failed. Lex hung up the phone, then dialled in another number and started his desperate search again.
"I want you to find out where my father is.Well call him.there must be some way of contacting him," said Lex, his voice growing more hopeless every word he spoke.
Martha awoke as Lex hung up the phone a second time. There was an uncomfortable silence in which no one was really sure what to do. Then Lex spoke.
"I think I know a way that I can find him."
* * * *
*
Clark tried desperately to release himself from his bond. Lying in a lead lined room, strapped to a raised bed, a large piece of meteor rock sitting in the middle of the room, emitting it's deadly radiation, it seemed like the end of the world. Sweat trickled down his drained face, over his colourless lips. The veins in his temples throbbed, every moment a moment of agony. It felt like it would never end. But it would, he was sure. It would end when he died, and that wasn't a comforting thought. Then the door opened and Lionel walked into the room. He stood next to him, looking down on him in a questioning way.
"Are you ready to co-operate yet?" asked Lionel.
Clark tried to think through the growing haze in his head. If he didn't he was going to die, or someone else might. Who knows the lengths he would go too to get the answers he wanted. Inside him the basic instincts of man took over and he gave in, his only worry now was too survive.
"What do you want me to do," he said.
Lionel smiled. A sickening smile that added to the nausea he was already feeling. His men took away the meteor rock and Clark breathed a sigh of relief as the pain was quickly lessoned.
"There now, that wasn't so hard was it?" he said with a smirk.
He untied the straps and Clark sat up shakily. Then Lionel walked out the door, locking it behind him.
* * * * *
One soldier knocked one the door. "They thought they needed only one to deal with me, they really don't know much about me," thought Kyle as he hid behind the door. It swung open and the guy walked slowly in, looking around cautiously. Kyle grabbed the guy's hand and concentrated. They guy stood there in silence. He looked totally gormless.
"Give me your keys," he said to the man.
He passed them over without a question.
"Now, go and tell the others that it was just a malfunction. There is no need to worry. Stay there and keep watch, try to hide everything I do."
The guy started for the door.
"Wait," said Kyle, "We'll need to swap clothes," he said with a grin.
* * * * *
Clark walked impatiently around the room. The walls were completely solid, and in his weakened state, he couldn't even have broken through wood. "How long is this going to last," he thought. Then he began to think about everyone back home, his parents, Lex, Chloe, Pete and Lana. What if she were hurt. There would be nothing he could do about it while locked up in this cage. He started to get angry. What right did Lionel Luthor have to lock up kids and study them? It almost didn't make sense. What could he possibly gain from this? It just didn't seem to fit. He tried desperately to break the door down. He kicked at it, slammed into it and eventually, after gaining many bruises; he slunk down to the floor on the verge of crying. He might as well be dead. Then, from the corners of the room, a green gas seeped out of metal pipes. "What the hell." thought Clark before the gas invaded his lungs and put him to a deep sleep.
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