Chapter 14
Martha heard a knock on her door in the afternoon. She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Pete Ross. "Hi, Pete!"
"Hey, Mrs. Kent. Is Clark here? He wasn't at school today, so I kind of got worried."
"What? I haven't seen him this morning!"
"Well, after what happened last night... Um... he came back home?"
Martha explained to him about what happened. He cringed when he heard that Clark had gone to see Lionel about helping him defeat the werewolves, but listened with patience to the rest of the story.
"I knew I should have come over after I heard about the massacre. So you guys have no idea where Clark can be?"
"No, none."
* * *
The helicopter finally arrived in Ireland, hours later. Clark, exhausted from having to stay awake so he wouldn't let go of the chopper, let go of the chopper and plummeted into the woods beneath him.
Inside, the pilot noticed something falling into the trees, but decided not to call attention to it.
Clark honestly thought for a moment that he would die. He felt the pounding of every tree limb hitting him and shattering against his alien body. Then he hit the ground, and for a moment, he passed out.
When he awoke, he simply stared into the empty sky, unable to remember what he was doing in this strange environment. Slowly, but surely, his memory returned, though it gave him a headache.
It was already dark, considering that it had been a long flight and Ireland was a number of hours ahead. He got up and brushed himself off.
He checked his pockets, only to find his cell phone and a couple of dollars. He knew he'd have to call his parents, but hesitated when he thought of all the money he'd spend on the long-distance call. Oh well. With great powers come great expenses.
Miles away, in Kansas, Martha Kent's phone rang. She picked it up anxiously. "Hello?"
"Mom? Mom, it's me," said Clark.
"Clark, where are you?"
"I think... I don't know. I saw Lionel getting on a helicopter and I just got on the bottom, for some reason. I..."
"Clark, think. Where are you?"
Clark looked around. He was in a forest. It was cold. In the sky, he could see a few stars he recognized, meaning he was still in the northern hemisphere. Wait a minute...
"Mom, it's dark here. The moon's already up."
"It's just sunset over here. Clark, you must be halfway across the world!"
"Actually... I'm pretty sure where I am now. I think I'm in Ireland. Lionel must be looking for more of the plants I found," realized Clark.
Suddenly, from behind a nearby tree came a low, canine growl. Clark was startled, and showed it in his voice, "Mom? I'm going to have to call you back."
He turned off his cell phone and pocketed it, then turned to face the beast. It was large and bulky, with fangs and claws of unbelievable size, and the coldest red eyes that nature could create. Clark's x-ray vision confirmed it. He was facing a werewolf.
But not just one – a whole pack of them.
* * *
Lionel led the troops into a field full of the purple flowers he'd tried to clone earlier. Sgt. Willows tapped him on the shoulder. "I believe I'm in charge of these men, Lionel. Mind if I decide which way we go?"
"We're already here," explained Lionel.
A nearby guard interrupted them. "Oy! This area's restricted! What do you think yer' doin' here?"
"I'm from the States and I came for this beautiful miracle plant that you're growing out here," told Lionel. "They could save lives."
"This is Wayne property. If you want to take anything off his land, you take it up with him," warned the guard.
"Ah, and where can I find this Mr. Wayne?"
"Gotham, Metropolis, Coast City – any major city where you're from. He's a busy person. Just who do you think you are?"
Lionel smiled, "My name is Lionel Luthor, CEO and chief stockholder of LuthorCorp, as well as president of the board. These here are Sergeant Megan Willow's troops from the National Guard. I also have friends with Interpol and a little in the CIA."
The guard was a little shocked, but kept his posture. "Uh-huh. Well, you're not Mr. Wayne and that's who I take orders from. This isn't even America, so why don't you yanks get your arses back into you little chopper and head on back over the pool?"
"We'll need to refuel first," said Lionel. "Perhaps we can meet with whoever Mr. Wayne left in charge of this installation?"
"Hang on. Let me call the Head of Security."
Willows whispered in Lionel's ear. "Should we tell him we're not even legally supposed to be in this country?"
Lionel shook his head. "The less he knows, the happier he'll be."
"Then I think he must be ready to commit suicide because you told him an awful lot."
Lionel kept quiet.
Martha heard a knock on her door in the afternoon. She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Pete Ross. "Hi, Pete!"
"Hey, Mrs. Kent. Is Clark here? He wasn't at school today, so I kind of got worried."
"What? I haven't seen him this morning!"
"Well, after what happened last night... Um... he came back home?"
Martha explained to him about what happened. He cringed when he heard that Clark had gone to see Lionel about helping him defeat the werewolves, but listened with patience to the rest of the story.
"I knew I should have come over after I heard about the massacre. So you guys have no idea where Clark can be?"
"No, none."
* * *
The helicopter finally arrived in Ireland, hours later. Clark, exhausted from having to stay awake so he wouldn't let go of the chopper, let go of the chopper and plummeted into the woods beneath him.
Inside, the pilot noticed something falling into the trees, but decided not to call attention to it.
Clark honestly thought for a moment that he would die. He felt the pounding of every tree limb hitting him and shattering against his alien body. Then he hit the ground, and for a moment, he passed out.
When he awoke, he simply stared into the empty sky, unable to remember what he was doing in this strange environment. Slowly, but surely, his memory returned, though it gave him a headache.
It was already dark, considering that it had been a long flight and Ireland was a number of hours ahead. He got up and brushed himself off.
He checked his pockets, only to find his cell phone and a couple of dollars. He knew he'd have to call his parents, but hesitated when he thought of all the money he'd spend on the long-distance call. Oh well. With great powers come great expenses.
Miles away, in Kansas, Martha Kent's phone rang. She picked it up anxiously. "Hello?"
"Mom? Mom, it's me," said Clark.
"Clark, where are you?"
"I think... I don't know. I saw Lionel getting on a helicopter and I just got on the bottom, for some reason. I..."
"Clark, think. Where are you?"
Clark looked around. He was in a forest. It was cold. In the sky, he could see a few stars he recognized, meaning he was still in the northern hemisphere. Wait a minute...
"Mom, it's dark here. The moon's already up."
"It's just sunset over here. Clark, you must be halfway across the world!"
"Actually... I'm pretty sure where I am now. I think I'm in Ireland. Lionel must be looking for more of the plants I found," realized Clark.
Suddenly, from behind a nearby tree came a low, canine growl. Clark was startled, and showed it in his voice, "Mom? I'm going to have to call you back."
He turned off his cell phone and pocketed it, then turned to face the beast. It was large and bulky, with fangs and claws of unbelievable size, and the coldest red eyes that nature could create. Clark's x-ray vision confirmed it. He was facing a werewolf.
But not just one – a whole pack of them.
* * *
Lionel led the troops into a field full of the purple flowers he'd tried to clone earlier. Sgt. Willows tapped him on the shoulder. "I believe I'm in charge of these men, Lionel. Mind if I decide which way we go?"
"We're already here," explained Lionel.
A nearby guard interrupted them. "Oy! This area's restricted! What do you think yer' doin' here?"
"I'm from the States and I came for this beautiful miracle plant that you're growing out here," told Lionel. "They could save lives."
"This is Wayne property. If you want to take anything off his land, you take it up with him," warned the guard.
"Ah, and where can I find this Mr. Wayne?"
"Gotham, Metropolis, Coast City – any major city where you're from. He's a busy person. Just who do you think you are?"
Lionel smiled, "My name is Lionel Luthor, CEO and chief stockholder of LuthorCorp, as well as president of the board. These here are Sergeant Megan Willow's troops from the National Guard. I also have friends with Interpol and a little in the CIA."
The guard was a little shocked, but kept his posture. "Uh-huh. Well, you're not Mr. Wayne and that's who I take orders from. This isn't even America, so why don't you yanks get your arses back into you little chopper and head on back over the pool?"
"We'll need to refuel first," said Lionel. "Perhaps we can meet with whoever Mr. Wayne left in charge of this installation?"
"Hang on. Let me call the Head of Security."
Willows whispered in Lionel's ear. "Should we tell him we're not even legally supposed to be in this country?"
Lionel shook his head. "The less he knows, the happier he'll be."
"Then I think he must be ready to commit suicide because you told him an awful lot."
Lionel kept quiet.