Chapter 11
Clark looked at Lana's terrified face and tried to match it with a reassuring one. But it seemed she was not afraid for herself. She was afraid for him.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, quickly bending down to see her clearly.
"I'm fine," she managed to get out. "It's just a scratch. But you have to get out of here."
He ignored her warning and stepped further into the room. Quickly he searched it with his x-ray vision. In the corner of the room, he saw Kal, walking closer towards him.
"Why don't you face me yourself Kal?" Clark shouted.
"It's not time yet. But I promise you. You'll wish for death before the end," came Kal's voice through the mist. Then he super speeded into the distance to find the rest of his crew who had fled in the panic.
Clark was too exhausted to chase after him so he went to Lana's side instead.
"Clark?" She asked slowly. She seemed confused. Clark looked over her wound. It was more than just a scratch. Before he could do anything about it, Chloe stepped into the room, rubbing her head.
"Where's Kal?" She asked, gaining her posture again.
"He ran," Clark confirmed, slightly proudly.
Chloe's face turned a horrible white colour. "Oh, no," She whispered.
"What is it?" Clark asked.
"Kal always said that if he couldn't have this place then no one could," she told him or her. "We have to run."
"Why, what's going on," Clark pressed. But then his acute hearing picked up the smallest sound. A ticking that filled his eyes with fear.
Then the building blew up.
Clark looked at Lana's terrified face and tried to match it with a reassuring one. But it seemed she was not afraid for herself. She was afraid for him.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, quickly bending down to see her clearly.
"I'm fine," she managed to get out. "It's just a scratch. But you have to get out of here."
He ignored her warning and stepped further into the room. Quickly he searched it with his x-ray vision. In the corner of the room, he saw Kal, walking closer towards him.
"Why don't you face me yourself Kal?" Clark shouted.
"It's not time yet. But I promise you. You'll wish for death before the end," came Kal's voice through the mist. Then he super speeded into the distance to find the rest of his crew who had fled in the panic.
Clark was too exhausted to chase after him so he went to Lana's side instead.
"Clark?" She asked slowly. She seemed confused. Clark looked over her wound. It was more than just a scratch. Before he could do anything about it, Chloe stepped into the room, rubbing her head.
"Where's Kal?" She asked, gaining her posture again.
"He ran," Clark confirmed, slightly proudly.
Chloe's face turned a horrible white colour. "Oh, no," She whispered.
"What is it?" Clark asked.
"Kal always said that if he couldn't have this place then no one could," she told him or her. "We have to run."
"Why, what's going on," Clark pressed. But then his acute hearing picked up the smallest sound. A ticking that filled his eyes with fear.
Then the building blew up.
