Chapter 2
"Wake up kid," Clark heard a voice say. He also felt the sensation of someone jabbing him with a pitchfork.
"Wha..." he mumbled through the haziness in his head.
"Wake up and get out of my storm cellar."
Suddenly the voice broke through to him and he realised who he was.
"Dad?" he called to Jonathon.
"What. are you on drugs?" he answered back.
Clark looked around the cellar. It was different. There was no food and the farming equipment was rusty and unused. Yet it was still the same storm cellar that had stored his secrets for years.
"Are you deaf? Cause I think I told you to get the hell out of here," he said, giving him a nudge towards the door.
"But. I. I don't understand," Clark stuttered.
"It's simple. You're just like all the other kids in this town. Picking on the old farmer who lives on his own. I am sick of it, I'll tell you that," Jonathon rambled.
"On your own. What about mom. I mean Martha Kent," Clark asked. This was making no sense. Where was he?
Jonathon stared at him for a moment and then gave him a look that could kill.
"Don't ever, EVER, talk about my wife again. How did you find out? Did you come by just to cause me more misery about it?"
"No, I just." Clark began. But he was fiercely stopped.
"GET OUT," the man screamed.
Clark backed towards the door. He took one last glance at the man who was supposed to be his father and then ran. He was too confused to stop for breath. He was in town in a matter of seconds and he wandered around desperately for someone he knew who could explain all this too him. But what he found was worse.
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The boy felt more than just a little revved up. He wanted a fight. He wanted to confront someone, liked to see them try. Yet he sometimes held himself back. He knew that Chloe would frown upon some things and he wanted to keep her around.
They stepped into the Talon, his creation. It had been a run down old theatre but he had made it into the best club in town. Well, in his opinion. Most of the kids from his school avoided the place like the plague, mainly because of the freak content inside. All those who had been turned when he had arrived had a certain level of respect for their creator. He had given them a knew life, one that didn't revolve around school and teen crushes. What they were doing would make history.
"Clark," came a voice from behind him. He spun around in record speed.
"Lex," he said with a nod.
Lex was one his best. The only one of all of the freaks that demanded a certain level of respect next to him. His red eyes commanded a persons will, making him not a person to be reckoned with. Besides, a vampire beats a bug man or a flower.
"How is the plan going?"
"Smoothly as we could have hoped for, sir. Not even those kids can stop us."
Clark's eyes lit up at mention of those puny teenagers that dared to put roadblocks in the way of their plans. If he knew where they were, they would not be alive now. The only thing he knew about them was their names. Pete, Lana, Eric and Kyle. And their names were little more than dust in the wind compared to what he had planned for the world.
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"Wake up kid," Clark heard a voice say. He also felt the sensation of someone jabbing him with a pitchfork.
"Wha..." he mumbled through the haziness in his head.
"Wake up and get out of my storm cellar."
Suddenly the voice broke through to him and he realised who he was.
"Dad?" he called to Jonathon.
"What. are you on drugs?" he answered back.
Clark looked around the cellar. It was different. There was no food and the farming equipment was rusty and unused. Yet it was still the same storm cellar that had stored his secrets for years.
"Are you deaf? Cause I think I told you to get the hell out of here," he said, giving him a nudge towards the door.
"But. I. I don't understand," Clark stuttered.
"It's simple. You're just like all the other kids in this town. Picking on the old farmer who lives on his own. I am sick of it, I'll tell you that," Jonathon rambled.
"On your own. What about mom. I mean Martha Kent," Clark asked. This was making no sense. Where was he?
Jonathon stared at him for a moment and then gave him a look that could kill.
"Don't ever, EVER, talk about my wife again. How did you find out? Did you come by just to cause me more misery about it?"
"No, I just." Clark began. But he was fiercely stopped.
"GET OUT," the man screamed.
Clark backed towards the door. He took one last glance at the man who was supposed to be his father and then ran. He was too confused to stop for breath. He was in town in a matter of seconds and he wandered around desperately for someone he knew who could explain all this too him. But what he found was worse.
* *
*
The boy felt more than just a little revved up. He wanted a fight. He wanted to confront someone, liked to see them try. Yet he sometimes held himself back. He knew that Chloe would frown upon some things and he wanted to keep her around.
They stepped into the Talon, his creation. It had been a run down old theatre but he had made it into the best club in town. Well, in his opinion. Most of the kids from his school avoided the place like the plague, mainly because of the freak content inside. All those who had been turned when he had arrived had a certain level of respect for their creator. He had given them a knew life, one that didn't revolve around school and teen crushes. What they were doing would make history.
"Clark," came a voice from behind him. He spun around in record speed.
"Lex," he said with a nod.
Lex was one his best. The only one of all of the freaks that demanded a certain level of respect next to him. His red eyes commanded a persons will, making him not a person to be reckoned with. Besides, a vampire beats a bug man or a flower.
"How is the plan going?"
"Smoothly as we could have hoped for, sir. Not even those kids can stop us."
Clark's eyes lit up at mention of those puny teenagers that dared to put roadblocks in the way of their plans. If he knew where they were, they would not be alive now. The only thing he knew about them was their names. Pete, Lana, Eric and Kyle. And their names were little more than dust in the wind compared to what he had planned for the world.
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Getting more evil, huh. Do you like? Review please.
