Chapter 4:Begging
Clark watched with a heavy heart as they drove out of the farm area. Even though he was so far away, he super eyesight could still see his family and friends tied up. Clark struggled a bit but one of the agents in the car pressed a piece of meteorite to his forehead, forcing pain and incoherent thoughts into his head. He grunted in pain and felt the tears start to fall again.
Clark remembered that right after he found out what he was, he had watched the movie ET. At first it was cute but when they got to the part where the scientists kidnapped ET, Clark couldn't watch it any more. He had nightmares that night. But nothing compared to this. The REAL thing was happening to him and it was scarier then he could ever have imagined or dreamed.
One of the men turned and saw the tears in Clark's eyes. He laughed. "Look at the freak. He's crying." The man taunted.
Instead of rising to the bait, Clark continued to silently cry. Swann spun his chair around to look at Clark.
"It's ok Kal'El." Swann said soothingly. "It won't be all that bad."
That only made Clark shiver uncontrollably. He began to imagine all of the horrible things that they were going to do to him and wished for death.
They drove on and nobody paid attention to Clark. They really didn't have too. He was too sick from all the meteor rocks around him. The thing that surprised him was that he hadn't fainted yet. By now he should have been out cold.
"Please Swann." Clark began. "Let me go home."
"But I can't Kal'El." Swann said. "I have been searching for you for 14 years. Do you really think that I will just let you go because you asked?" Swann laughed darkly.
"Will you take me home after your done with me?" Clark asked hopefully.
"No I think I will keep you for the rest of your life, depending on how long that will be." Swann said.
"Why?" Clark asked. "Why are you doing this?"
"The opportunities are just too numerous to pass up." Swann said.
Clark tried to talk again but he found that he had lost the strength. His eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted.
Clark awoke hours later in a white room. There wasn't much in the room. He was on a small bed with white sheets. There were no tables or anything. There was a video camera at ever corner of the room and two doors. The one door was just plain wood and it was ajar, letting Clark see a basic bathroom. The other door was a large metal one, titanium. It had meteor rocks laced in it.
Clark sat up and thought for a few moments. He didn't know where he was or how long he was out cold. Clark swung his legs over the bed and tried to stand up but fell back down. He was dizzy and felt nauseated. He put his head between his legs, taking deep breaths. Clark weakly shifted himself so he was back on the bed, lying down.
After a little while, he felt a little bit and then tried to use his x-ray vision. But the walls were made of lead. Swann had definitely done his homework on Clark.
It started to feel as though hours had past, although in reality it was only about fifteen minutes. Clark was getting pretty damn bored and pissed off. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door open, revealing three men all dressed in white contamination suits with black glass covering their faces.
Two of the men grabbed Clark roughly by the arms, holding him down while the third man took out a syringe. The metal must have had some alloy made with refined meteor rocks because it easily broke through Clark's usually impenetrable skin.
The man took a sample of Clark's blood and then pulled out another syringe, this one filled with some kind of liquid. He injected it into Clark's arm. All this time Clark didn't struggle. He knew that it would probably be better for him not to fight the guys. Also he was a little curious. He had never really scene his own blood before.
Next the men cut some of his hair off and cut his fingernails. After that, they forced Clark's mouth open and they swabbed his tongue and sides of his mouths.
Clark started to feel light headed and he slumped, becoming a dead weight in the arms of the men who were holding him down. The man who had taken the samples handed the bag over to one of the men and that man exited.
Then bending over, the man whispered into Clark's ear. "We'll be back soon to start the real testing. So don't worry your disgusting little alien head." The man said. He laughed and then motioned for the other man to leave with him. Clark just lay there, going over what had just happened and what the man had said.
The tears fell down Clark's face again when it really sunk in. He was stuck here and he was never getting out. How was he supposed to when there was meteor rocks all over the place? Clark moved into the fetal position, crying and shaking. He wanted him mom so bad. Clark pinched himself, hoping that this was just a bad dream. He wanted so badly to wake up in his own room in his own bed. He would run out of his room and jump into his mother's arms like he use to when he was younger. He didn't care if he was nearly 18 years old. He didn't want to go through this. He prayed to whatever god was there to let him have mercy on him and to let him just go home. But his prayer was answered that night.
Thinking this all over, he tightened his position further and felt himself slowly fall asleep. But he woke up not ten minutes later to men with needles and various instruments.
TBC
Hope you guys liked the chapter. I know that I making this story depressing but that's how I like this one to be. There will be an eventual Clark/Lana relationship but it won't be until the end. Not saying anything else though.
Clark watched with a heavy heart as they drove out of the farm area. Even though he was so far away, he super eyesight could still see his family and friends tied up. Clark struggled a bit but one of the agents in the car pressed a piece of meteorite to his forehead, forcing pain and incoherent thoughts into his head. He grunted in pain and felt the tears start to fall again.
Clark remembered that right after he found out what he was, he had watched the movie ET. At first it was cute but when they got to the part where the scientists kidnapped ET, Clark couldn't watch it any more. He had nightmares that night. But nothing compared to this. The REAL thing was happening to him and it was scarier then he could ever have imagined or dreamed.
One of the men turned and saw the tears in Clark's eyes. He laughed. "Look at the freak. He's crying." The man taunted.
Instead of rising to the bait, Clark continued to silently cry. Swann spun his chair around to look at Clark.
"It's ok Kal'El." Swann said soothingly. "It won't be all that bad."
That only made Clark shiver uncontrollably. He began to imagine all of the horrible things that they were going to do to him and wished for death.
They drove on and nobody paid attention to Clark. They really didn't have too. He was too sick from all the meteor rocks around him. The thing that surprised him was that he hadn't fainted yet. By now he should have been out cold.
"Please Swann." Clark began. "Let me go home."
"But I can't Kal'El." Swann said. "I have been searching for you for 14 years. Do you really think that I will just let you go because you asked?" Swann laughed darkly.
"Will you take me home after your done with me?" Clark asked hopefully.
"No I think I will keep you for the rest of your life, depending on how long that will be." Swann said.
"Why?" Clark asked. "Why are you doing this?"
"The opportunities are just too numerous to pass up." Swann said.
Clark tried to talk again but he found that he had lost the strength. His eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted.
Clark awoke hours later in a white room. There wasn't much in the room. He was on a small bed with white sheets. There were no tables or anything. There was a video camera at ever corner of the room and two doors. The one door was just plain wood and it was ajar, letting Clark see a basic bathroom. The other door was a large metal one, titanium. It had meteor rocks laced in it.
Clark sat up and thought for a few moments. He didn't know where he was or how long he was out cold. Clark swung his legs over the bed and tried to stand up but fell back down. He was dizzy and felt nauseated. He put his head between his legs, taking deep breaths. Clark weakly shifted himself so he was back on the bed, lying down.
After a little while, he felt a little bit and then tried to use his x-ray vision. But the walls were made of lead. Swann had definitely done his homework on Clark.
It started to feel as though hours had past, although in reality it was only about fifteen minutes. Clark was getting pretty damn bored and pissed off. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door open, revealing three men all dressed in white contamination suits with black glass covering their faces.
Two of the men grabbed Clark roughly by the arms, holding him down while the third man took out a syringe. The metal must have had some alloy made with refined meteor rocks because it easily broke through Clark's usually impenetrable skin.
The man took a sample of Clark's blood and then pulled out another syringe, this one filled with some kind of liquid. He injected it into Clark's arm. All this time Clark didn't struggle. He knew that it would probably be better for him not to fight the guys. Also he was a little curious. He had never really scene his own blood before.
Next the men cut some of his hair off and cut his fingernails. After that, they forced Clark's mouth open and they swabbed his tongue and sides of his mouths.
Clark started to feel light headed and he slumped, becoming a dead weight in the arms of the men who were holding him down. The man who had taken the samples handed the bag over to one of the men and that man exited.
Then bending over, the man whispered into Clark's ear. "We'll be back soon to start the real testing. So don't worry your disgusting little alien head." The man said. He laughed and then motioned for the other man to leave with him. Clark just lay there, going over what had just happened and what the man had said.
The tears fell down Clark's face again when it really sunk in. He was stuck here and he was never getting out. How was he supposed to when there was meteor rocks all over the place? Clark moved into the fetal position, crying and shaking. He wanted him mom so bad. Clark pinched himself, hoping that this was just a bad dream. He wanted so badly to wake up in his own room in his own bed. He would run out of his room and jump into his mother's arms like he use to when he was younger. He didn't care if he was nearly 18 years old. He didn't want to go through this. He prayed to whatever god was there to let him have mercy on him and to let him just go home. But his prayer was answered that night.
Thinking this all over, he tightened his position further and felt himself slowly fall asleep. But he woke up not ten minutes later to men with needles and various instruments.
TBC
Hope you guys liked the chapter. I know that I making this story depressing but that's how I like this one to be. There will be an eventual Clark/Lana relationship but it won't be until the end. Not saying anything else though.