Chapter 9
Clark's eyes had glazed over so when the bell went it took him a while to notice. Unfortunately, this cost him a great deal. If he had gotten up quickly he could have escaped with the crowd but now he was on his own with the Nazis of a teacher.
"Mr Kent, could I have a word in my office?" he asked just as Clark was about to step out of the door.
He nodded and followed Mr White to his office. When they got inside, he pulled up a chair next to his desk.
"Well. it seems I underestimated you," he began. Clark stayed as quiet as possible. "Perhaps you can explain to me why a high school student can figure out a degree level mathematics problem after being so tired that he can fall asleep in class."
Clark looked at his feet and mumbled, "I don't know."
Mr White reached inside his desk drawer and pulled out a little lead box. "Really," he said, smiling slightly.
Clark looked at Mr White curiously. He couldn't understand what he was implying.
"Look alien. I'm going to give you one chance to come freely with me and save yourself a lot of pain. Just tell me where the others are," Mr White said abruptly.
Clark's heart started to race and he answered quickly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"So predictable. Not like humans at all," Mr White said rolling his eyes. Then he opened the box.
Clark gasped as the pain shot through his body. He tried to control it, tried not to show the signs but it was futile. He pushed his chair back from the desk and tried to stand up, supporting himself on the chair. But the teacher followed, box in hand.
"Not feeling so well," he joked as Clark lost balance and fell to the floor.
"Please. why are you doing this." Clark spluttered.
"Somebody has to protect the earth," he replied simply. Then he bent down and whispered in his ear, "Also, I think that nothing this disgusting deserves life, creature."
The man's words hurt almost as much as the now unbearable pain. To his relief, the teacher's beeper went off.
"Don't go anywhere," he said as he went to leave the room. He laughed as he exited looking back at the teen.
Clark looked about desperately for a salvation. To his relief he saw a stray pen rolling slightly on the ground. He grabbed it and held it tight. Then, with all the effort he could muster, he scrawled a message on the wall he was lying against.
'Chloe. tell Max that Mr White is dangerous. He has to be stopped. He has taken me somewhere.'
Finally he crawled on his belly far enough away from the message as he could, so that it wouldn't be noticed, before he passed out.
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Isabel's head slammed back against the seat of the car. Michael swerved to a stop at ditch in the side of the road and Max ran to Isabel's side. He was scared. Isabel looked to Michael for protection and he couldn't give it to her. Her eyes were moving under her eyelids and she was calling for him, because no matter how scared he was, she was more scared.
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She was back in the white room she had been in only a year ago. The one her brother hand been in. But this time there was green filling her vision, and an odd pain that wasn't coming from her. A kid about her age was lying in the corner of the room and she could see that he was unconscious. Almost as though he felt her presence, he looked up and their eyes met. In that brief moment she screamed and woke to the sounds of her brother's concerned cries.
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Clark's eyes had glazed over so when the bell went it took him a while to notice. Unfortunately, this cost him a great deal. If he had gotten up quickly he could have escaped with the crowd but now he was on his own with the Nazis of a teacher.
"Mr Kent, could I have a word in my office?" he asked just as Clark was about to step out of the door.
He nodded and followed Mr White to his office. When they got inside, he pulled up a chair next to his desk.
"Well. it seems I underestimated you," he began. Clark stayed as quiet as possible. "Perhaps you can explain to me why a high school student can figure out a degree level mathematics problem after being so tired that he can fall asleep in class."
Clark looked at his feet and mumbled, "I don't know."
Mr White reached inside his desk drawer and pulled out a little lead box. "Really," he said, smiling slightly.
Clark looked at Mr White curiously. He couldn't understand what he was implying.
"Look alien. I'm going to give you one chance to come freely with me and save yourself a lot of pain. Just tell me where the others are," Mr White said abruptly.
Clark's heart started to race and he answered quickly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"So predictable. Not like humans at all," Mr White said rolling his eyes. Then he opened the box.
Clark gasped as the pain shot through his body. He tried to control it, tried not to show the signs but it was futile. He pushed his chair back from the desk and tried to stand up, supporting himself on the chair. But the teacher followed, box in hand.
"Not feeling so well," he joked as Clark lost balance and fell to the floor.
"Please. why are you doing this." Clark spluttered.
"Somebody has to protect the earth," he replied simply. Then he bent down and whispered in his ear, "Also, I think that nothing this disgusting deserves life, creature."
The man's words hurt almost as much as the now unbearable pain. To his relief, the teacher's beeper went off.
"Don't go anywhere," he said as he went to leave the room. He laughed as he exited looking back at the teen.
Clark looked about desperately for a salvation. To his relief he saw a stray pen rolling slightly on the ground. He grabbed it and held it tight. Then, with all the effort he could muster, he scrawled a message on the wall he was lying against.
'Chloe. tell Max that Mr White is dangerous. He has to be stopped. He has taken me somewhere.'
Finally he crawled on his belly far enough away from the message as he could, so that it wouldn't be noticed, before he passed out.
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Isabel's head slammed back against the seat of the car. Michael swerved to a stop at ditch in the side of the road and Max ran to Isabel's side. He was scared. Isabel looked to Michael for protection and he couldn't give it to her. Her eyes were moving under her eyelids and she was calling for him, because no matter how scared he was, she was more scared.
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She was back in the white room she had been in only a year ago. The one her brother hand been in. But this time there was green filling her vision, and an odd pain that wasn't coming from her. A kid about her age was lying in the corner of the room and she could see that he was unconscious. Almost as though he felt her presence, he looked up and their eyes met. In that brief moment she screamed and woke to the sounds of her brother's concerned cries.
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