Chapter 7
Mr White sat back in his chair with a satisfied smile. Everything had gone exactly to plan. He'd known that putting that red rock near the coffee shop would have shown him something. Of course he hadn't been expecting this. He revelled in his luck, looking back over the tape. They were all aliens. Well, maybe not the girl, she was knocked unconscious. But the three boys had demonstrated their powers to him, leading him right to them. Now all he had to do was capture them without rousing suspicion. He frowned as he tried to think of a reason for keeping them in for detention.
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Clark woke up slowly, his vision blurred. Three heads where surrounding him and he wasn't sure where he was.
"He's waking up," a female voice whispered.
"Clark, are you okay," Said Max, slowly coming into focus.
"Uh huh," Clark mumbled as he tried to sit up. "What happened?"
"I'm not completely sure. Everyone just seemed to loose control. Michael isn't usually that bad," Max told him truthfully.
"What do you mean that bad?" Michael asked, getting annoyed.
Clark interrupted him. "But why would that happen? What could it have been?"
"Um, Clark. I think there is something a little more important that we need to discuss," Max pointed out.
A look of realisation came over Clark when he realised what he meant. Then it was replaced by fear.
"How could you have survived that blast?" Max queered.
"How could you shot energy beams from your hand?" Clark avoided.
Then they looked from one to another secretively.
"I'm an alien," Clark, Max, Michael and Isabel all said at once.
This took Clark aback and everyone else seemed confused.
"What?!" Michael exclaimed. "So you're the one who made that signal?"
"What signal?" Clark furrowed his brow.
"Last week there was a signal sent up into space that came from Smallville," Isabel explained.
"Oh you mean Cyrus," Clark remembered.
"There are others like you?" Michael demanded.
"No. he only thought he was. I didn't think the signal was actually real," Clark tried to explain.
"What do you mean," Max pressed.
"He means the guy was a nut ball," Michael filled in for Clark.
"He was not a nut ball," Clark glared at Michael. "He was seriously effected by the meteor shower."
"Meteor shower?" Isabel asked.
"Look," Max butted in. "This is getting us no where. Why don't we go to Clark's barn and actually explain ourselves. Then maybe this will make sense."
They all nodded and headed over to the barn.
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Lana watched them leave and became frustrated. They didn't even bother filling her in.
"Oh, well," she sighed, getting back to work.
* * * *
Chloe watched from across the road as three strangers helped Clark across the road. He was clutching his chest as though he had been injured and all the people had serious looks on their faces. Not being able to ignore her journalistic instinct, she followed behind in her car.
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Hey. How do you like? BTW. In case you were confused, the gist is that Michael and Max were under the influence of Red kryptonite because, guess what, they come from the same galaxy, so they are affected too. Will write more soon.
And I know that Clark and Isabel should have been affected too, but where's the story in that. Besides it's written now.
Mr White sat back in his chair with a satisfied smile. Everything had gone exactly to plan. He'd known that putting that red rock near the coffee shop would have shown him something. Of course he hadn't been expecting this. He revelled in his luck, looking back over the tape. They were all aliens. Well, maybe not the girl, she was knocked unconscious. But the three boys had demonstrated their powers to him, leading him right to them. Now all he had to do was capture them without rousing suspicion. He frowned as he tried to think of a reason for keeping them in for detention.
* * * *
Clark woke up slowly, his vision blurred. Three heads where surrounding him and he wasn't sure where he was.
"He's waking up," a female voice whispered.
"Clark, are you okay," Said Max, slowly coming into focus.
"Uh huh," Clark mumbled as he tried to sit up. "What happened?"
"I'm not completely sure. Everyone just seemed to loose control. Michael isn't usually that bad," Max told him truthfully.
"What do you mean that bad?" Michael asked, getting annoyed.
Clark interrupted him. "But why would that happen? What could it have been?"
"Um, Clark. I think there is something a little more important that we need to discuss," Max pointed out.
A look of realisation came over Clark when he realised what he meant. Then it was replaced by fear.
"How could you have survived that blast?" Max queered.
"How could you shot energy beams from your hand?" Clark avoided.
Then they looked from one to another secretively.
"I'm an alien," Clark, Max, Michael and Isabel all said at once.
This took Clark aback and everyone else seemed confused.
"What?!" Michael exclaimed. "So you're the one who made that signal?"
"What signal?" Clark furrowed his brow.
"Last week there was a signal sent up into space that came from Smallville," Isabel explained.
"Oh you mean Cyrus," Clark remembered.
"There are others like you?" Michael demanded.
"No. he only thought he was. I didn't think the signal was actually real," Clark tried to explain.
"What do you mean," Max pressed.
"He means the guy was a nut ball," Michael filled in for Clark.
"He was not a nut ball," Clark glared at Michael. "He was seriously effected by the meteor shower."
"Meteor shower?" Isabel asked.
"Look," Max butted in. "This is getting us no where. Why don't we go to Clark's barn and actually explain ourselves. Then maybe this will make sense."
They all nodded and headed over to the barn.
* * *
*
Lana watched them leave and became frustrated. They didn't even bother filling her in.
"Oh, well," she sighed, getting back to work.
* * * *
Chloe watched from across the road as three strangers helped Clark across the road. He was clutching his chest as though he had been injured and all the people had serious looks on their faces. Not being able to ignore her journalistic instinct, she followed behind in her car.
- - -
-
Hey. How do you like? BTW. In case you were confused, the gist is that Michael and Max were under the influence of Red kryptonite because, guess what, they come from the same galaxy, so they are affected too. Will write more soon.
And I know that Clark and Isabel should have been affected too, but where's the story in that. Besides it's written now.