Girdude: I agree! Lionel needs to pay... Maybe it's just me, but I think a lot of people on this show need a wake-up call. This story is my of delievering the message.
Beaker164: I really like Clark in the third season, and so I decided that is the Clark I wanted to portray. I can't tell you how happy it makes me feel that you like it.
Every Reviewer: Thanks so much for the reviews! They really make me want to continue with the story and I appreciate your taking time to respond to my fic. I'm very new to the whole writing thing, much less fan fiction, and to have you guys be so kind...is fabulous. Thank you, so much.
Now, two chapters. :)
Clark had stepped off the curb of the high school just an hour ago, his mind racing so fast it was hard to distinguish one passing thought from the next. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at the ground, trying to catch a thought and go with it, formulate a plan and place to go. But soon, his feet were moving, and Clark was running, frosty air biting at his cheeks, heart pounding, hair flying, clothes whipping around in the wind, holding him back. He streaked across the night, leaving the human world behind and propelling his body into the beyond. Foot after foot rammed the pavement, and he panted, losing breathe with each step, heart flying wildly in his chest with a coarse, unsteady beat. The world was silent, a still plane around him, no meaning in any of the scenary floating past him, just parked cars, blank faces, familiar buildings that willed him on. Tearing through the air, parting the very atoms around him, he ran until he had no breathe. Not from from the effort but the motivation. And finally, he stopped, the race between body and mind halted, and Clark collasped on the ground, regaining his composure and lasping into a mute state, lost in the laberynth of his mind.
After his run, his thoughts had finally slowed, his body catching up with them. They had made him dizzy for sheer mass at first but now they seemed collected and he could file through them at his leisure. Silencing his breathe, his heart had settled and beat rythmically again. Why had Chloe done this? How could she be so angry, so betraying in that anger? Did he not mean as much as he had thought to her? 'No, that can't be right,' he mused. The look in her eye had been one of sincere regret. She was horrified with herself. So why wasn't he more angry with her? 'Because I know where she's coming from. I understand her.' And in a way it was true. He set her motivations aside. Right now, he had to figure out what Lionel knew, how much danger he was in, and what information she had given him. Tomorrow...tomorrow he would ask Chloe for a copy of every scrap of paper she had given that wretched, flithy beast.
Still, the fear hadn't subsided in him. Lionel knew something was different about him. He had an interest in Clark, and if he had an interest, Lex probably had an interest again. He knew all too well that Lex and his father were independent brokers of information, one rarely knowing what the other was truly up to despite the tabs that kept on each other nonetheless. The both knew what the other was doing, but the whys, the hows, and the whats of were often left out of their information. That was dangerous, espcially now. Lionel might very well have investigated Clark purly because of his friendship with Lex and found something else that intersted him. Or Lex might be having him followed again, and Lionel wanted to know why. Maybe Lex had shared information with father, maybe they were in cahoots...
His mind buzzed with possiblites, the majority including Lex. No, was all he could think. Clark had to believe right now that Lex wasn't involved. Losing two friends to betrayl in one day was just too overwhelming to handle, even for him. Suddenly, through his daze of concentration, he saw the dial of the watch that Pete had bought him for Christmas last year. The time flashed in eerie green florestant numbers, snapping him harshly back to the present. It was a half hour past his curfew and his parents were going to be livid. It was the third this month he'd lost track of time, and knowing the gravity of the news he was going to deliever, now was not the time to catch them in a dark mood.
Bewildered, he studied his surroundings. A pristine lake spread out before him, glittering in the moon light, crystal clear and tinted cobalt blue. Surrounding the lake was a forest, chalked full of pine and undergrowth. It was nature in it's purest, untouched by the stifling hand of humanity. And listening, he heard the gentle sounds of the woods and all its inhabitants stirring in the night. Over head the moon hung in the sky as if held there by some omnipotent force. It glowed a warm, golden hue, bathing the world in it's brillance, accompanied by the twinkling stars that enraptured him every night. Clark had never seen them so bright, so exquisite, and yet so cyrtic and alluring at the same time. He was seized by the beauty around him and the suddeness of it, forgeting himself for a moment.
A short moment. There was something out of place, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. A low buzzing of electricty? He stared in to the forest, pentrating the trees in front of him and seeing beyond them, peeling each strand of the world in front of him back like and onion so he could see the core. There, he saw it. A cabin, isolated deep in the wood, with a strange blue glow within. Thinking that someone might still be awake and able to tell him the way out, he headed there.
Pausing outsie, he found a simple residence built entirely of logs. It was decaying and looked as if no one had been there in a decade or more. Before Clark moved on, he took a quick scan of the house, just to be certain. There were a few roach motels and a bug zapper inside, the producer of the strange light the house emitted. Other than that, the house seemed just as rustic as the outside foretold. It was vacant and drery, almost entirely void of furniture aside from a small decrepid desk and chair at one side of the cabin, along with a satilite phone on the floor beside it. If Clark had any intention of leaving the forest, it was squelched when he noticed what lined the walls. A new ripple of fear flooded him, and a slow shiver trembled through his body.
In the middle of nature, he'd found a recluse precence of humanity, and what the owner had brought with them terrified him to depth of his very existance.
What do ya think?
Beaker164: I really like Clark in the third season, and so I decided that is the Clark I wanted to portray. I can't tell you how happy it makes me feel that you like it.
Every Reviewer: Thanks so much for the reviews! They really make me want to continue with the story and I appreciate your taking time to respond to my fic. I'm very new to the whole writing thing, much less fan fiction, and to have you guys be so kind...is fabulous. Thank you, so much.
Now, two chapters. :)
Clark had stepped off the curb of the high school just an hour ago, his mind racing so fast it was hard to distinguish one passing thought from the next. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at the ground, trying to catch a thought and go with it, formulate a plan and place to go. But soon, his feet were moving, and Clark was running, frosty air biting at his cheeks, heart pounding, hair flying, clothes whipping around in the wind, holding him back. He streaked across the night, leaving the human world behind and propelling his body into the beyond. Foot after foot rammed the pavement, and he panted, losing breathe with each step, heart flying wildly in his chest with a coarse, unsteady beat. The world was silent, a still plane around him, no meaning in any of the scenary floating past him, just parked cars, blank faces, familiar buildings that willed him on. Tearing through the air, parting the very atoms around him, he ran until he had no breathe. Not from from the effort but the motivation. And finally, he stopped, the race between body and mind halted, and Clark collasped on the ground, regaining his composure and lasping into a mute state, lost in the laberynth of his mind.
After his run, his thoughts had finally slowed, his body catching up with them. They had made him dizzy for sheer mass at first but now they seemed collected and he could file through them at his leisure. Silencing his breathe, his heart had settled and beat rythmically again. Why had Chloe done this? How could she be so angry, so betraying in that anger? Did he not mean as much as he had thought to her? 'No, that can't be right,' he mused. The look in her eye had been one of sincere regret. She was horrified with herself. So why wasn't he more angry with her? 'Because I know where she's coming from. I understand her.' And in a way it was true. He set her motivations aside. Right now, he had to figure out what Lionel knew, how much danger he was in, and what information she had given him. Tomorrow...tomorrow he would ask Chloe for a copy of every scrap of paper she had given that wretched, flithy beast.
Still, the fear hadn't subsided in him. Lionel knew something was different about him. He had an interest in Clark, and if he had an interest, Lex probably had an interest again. He knew all too well that Lex and his father were independent brokers of information, one rarely knowing what the other was truly up to despite the tabs that kept on each other nonetheless. The both knew what the other was doing, but the whys, the hows, and the whats of were often left out of their information. That was dangerous, espcially now. Lionel might very well have investigated Clark purly because of his friendship with Lex and found something else that intersted him. Or Lex might be having him followed again, and Lionel wanted to know why. Maybe Lex had shared information with father, maybe they were in cahoots...
His mind buzzed with possiblites, the majority including Lex. No, was all he could think. Clark had to believe right now that Lex wasn't involved. Losing two friends to betrayl in one day was just too overwhelming to handle, even for him. Suddenly, through his daze of concentration, he saw the dial of the watch that Pete had bought him for Christmas last year. The time flashed in eerie green florestant numbers, snapping him harshly back to the present. It was a half hour past his curfew and his parents were going to be livid. It was the third this month he'd lost track of time, and knowing the gravity of the news he was going to deliever, now was not the time to catch them in a dark mood.
Bewildered, he studied his surroundings. A pristine lake spread out before him, glittering in the moon light, crystal clear and tinted cobalt blue. Surrounding the lake was a forest, chalked full of pine and undergrowth. It was nature in it's purest, untouched by the stifling hand of humanity. And listening, he heard the gentle sounds of the woods and all its inhabitants stirring in the night. Over head the moon hung in the sky as if held there by some omnipotent force. It glowed a warm, golden hue, bathing the world in it's brillance, accompanied by the twinkling stars that enraptured him every night. Clark had never seen them so bright, so exquisite, and yet so cyrtic and alluring at the same time. He was seized by the beauty around him and the suddeness of it, forgeting himself for a moment.
A short moment. There was something out of place, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. A low buzzing of electricty? He stared in to the forest, pentrating the trees in front of him and seeing beyond them, peeling each strand of the world in front of him back like and onion so he could see the core. There, he saw it. A cabin, isolated deep in the wood, with a strange blue glow within. Thinking that someone might still be awake and able to tell him the way out, he headed there.
Pausing outsie, he found a simple residence built entirely of logs. It was decaying and looked as if no one had been there in a decade or more. Before Clark moved on, he took a quick scan of the house, just to be certain. There were a few roach motels and a bug zapper inside, the producer of the strange light the house emitted. Other than that, the house seemed just as rustic as the outside foretold. It was vacant and drery, almost entirely void of furniture aside from a small decrepid desk and chair at one side of the cabin, along with a satilite phone on the floor beside it. If Clark had any intention of leaving the forest, it was squelched when he noticed what lined the walls. A new ripple of fear flooded him, and a slow shiver trembled through his body.
In the middle of nature, he'd found a recluse precence of humanity, and what the owner had brought with them terrified him to depth of his very existance.
What do ya think?