Guilt

Written by: Rebecca Gant Date: 13th July 2003 Summary: What if Clark's ship had done more than just explode in the meteor shower? Clark is sent spinning into a parallel when the ship rips a hole in the fabric of the world. Can Clark find a way to get back? And can he put right all the things that are wrong in this world? AU fiction (obviously) Set: Last episode of season 2.

Prologue - Difference

Jonathon Kent's eyes fluttered open. He squinted a little through the smoke until his eyes could re-adjust. Twisting in his uncomfortable upside down position, he tried to check on his wife. Finally he could see that she was unconscious, dangling from the seat belt. He coughed suddenly, the fumes from the upturned car invading his lungs. This seemed to stir the woman, and she spluttered a little, trying to catch her breath.

"Jonathon," she whispered.

"I'm here, Martha," he answered reassuringly.

Jonathon turned his head abruptly when he heard a scuffling from outside. He gasped and frowned as he watched a little boy climbing out of a crater. The boy noticed the couple looking at him and froze. He looked suddenly terrified.

"It's okay, we won't hurt you," Martha said softly.

But her sudden words only seemed to frighten him more. When Jonathon tried to undo his seat belt the boy started to back away. This quickly turned into a run and he was gone in seconds. Jonathon watched in astonishment when the boy turned into almost a blur. When he managed to wriggle out of the truck he went to help his wife from the truck. That's when he noticed the leak.

The boy was watching from behind a large bus shelter a little way down the road. His big round eyes glazed over when he realised what was a bout to happen. He crouched down further. But the blast was immense. The truck blew up, sending large pieces of scorched metal flying in all directions. The bus shelter was thrown into the air by the force, leaving the child helpless as a second explosion began.

He tried to get up and run, but fear slowed him down. He made it to the road before he felt something sharp fly into his left shoulder. He clutched at it, trying to get a good look. It was a small chip of red crystal, glowing viciously. He fell to his knees; the pain was unbearable for a four year old. It felt like the rock was burrowing in behind his skin.

Suddenly, his eyes turned a deep shade of red, and then just as quickly, it died away. He stood up like nothing had happened and walked towards a near by barn.

When inside, he idly looked around. He smiled when he saw a picture of the couple that had just died. His smile grew wider when he realised that no one else lived here. This would make a great home.

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Do you like? This will get better, I promise. My prologues are always short.