Chapter 2 - Real world
Clark looked down on the ship, the sliver of light from outside making the metal glow. He held the lead box tentatively, hesitating slightly. He could just go to Lex's wedding and see what happened. But his face became determined when he realised that would be stupid.
He crushed the lead box between his hands, the remains crumbling to the ground around the perfectly made glowing green octagon. Instantly, he felt sick, dropping to his knees. Where he held the key, his veins felt like they were on fire, and they pulsated a deep green. Still, he carried on; fitting it into the slot and holding his hand over it to make sure it stayed in.
When he saw that his plan was working he stumbled back, clambering as far away as he could. The ship was turning a deep shade of green, much like his veins and it began to give out a bright like from the cracks in its supposedly impenetrable surface.
Clark's world instinctively turned into a slow motion picture. He watched as the ship slowly started to implode. But what he saw in a fraction of a second was impossible. There seemed to appear a tear. It almost looked like it was a tear in the light, but it was also a tear in the cellar. Like a tear in the world.
He gasped loudly when he felt an invisible force pulling him towards it. He tried to grab onto something, anything but it was futile, he was being pulled too fast.
It sucked him through the gap and immediately it closed behind him, sealing. Then, and immense explosion occurred.
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Now a teenager, the boy was feared by everyone who met him. He stayed in the school because the teachers were too afraid to kick him out. No one would call him a friend. No one but Chloe Sullivan that is.
When she had joined this school, she had hated it. And meeting someone else who hated it too was refreshing. Both of them were meant for more than a small town high school. And it was this mutual connection that had kept them friends.
Not just close friends though. They shared moments of 'fun'. But she never asked any questions about him as it seemed to anger him and that was something no one who wanted to live would do. Still, he was something special. And she never once regretted getting involved with him.
They walked down the hallways, a sense of power wherever they went. Everyone cowered at them, afraid of the only Goths in school. They had such small minds. But she liked that fear. She revelled in it.
Clark looked extremely revved up today. He had worn his long leather coat and his eyes had a flare to them that wasn't usually there. God help anyone who messed with him today.
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Will carry on soon. Please review
Clark looked down on the ship, the sliver of light from outside making the metal glow. He held the lead box tentatively, hesitating slightly. He could just go to Lex's wedding and see what happened. But his face became determined when he realised that would be stupid.
He crushed the lead box between his hands, the remains crumbling to the ground around the perfectly made glowing green octagon. Instantly, he felt sick, dropping to his knees. Where he held the key, his veins felt like they were on fire, and they pulsated a deep green. Still, he carried on; fitting it into the slot and holding his hand over it to make sure it stayed in.
When he saw that his plan was working he stumbled back, clambering as far away as he could. The ship was turning a deep shade of green, much like his veins and it began to give out a bright like from the cracks in its supposedly impenetrable surface.
Clark's world instinctively turned into a slow motion picture. He watched as the ship slowly started to implode. But what he saw in a fraction of a second was impossible. There seemed to appear a tear. It almost looked like it was a tear in the light, but it was also a tear in the cellar. Like a tear in the world.
He gasped loudly when he felt an invisible force pulling him towards it. He tried to grab onto something, anything but it was futile, he was being pulled too fast.
It sucked him through the gap and immediately it closed behind him, sealing. Then, and immense explosion occurred.
* * *
*
Now a teenager, the boy was feared by everyone who met him. He stayed in the school because the teachers were too afraid to kick him out. No one would call him a friend. No one but Chloe Sullivan that is.
When she had joined this school, she had hated it. And meeting someone else who hated it too was refreshing. Both of them were meant for more than a small town high school. And it was this mutual connection that had kept them friends.
Not just close friends though. They shared moments of 'fun'. But she never asked any questions about him as it seemed to anger him and that was something no one who wanted to live would do. Still, he was something special. And she never once regretted getting involved with him.
They walked down the hallways, a sense of power wherever they went. Everyone cowered at them, afraid of the only Goths in school. They had such small minds. But she liked that fear. She revelled in it.
Clark looked extremely revved up today. He had worn his long leather coat and his eyes had a flare to them that wasn't usually there. God help anyone who messed with him today.
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Will carry on soon. Please review
