Clark sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast: scrambled eggs with sausage, some pancakes and bacon. Martha had made this especially large breakfast, hoping to smooth things over between Clark and his dad. It didn't. The teenager didn't even try to talk with his dad, and Johnathan didn't speak to his son. They were both too angry at one another. Now Clark was eating alone, eating a second plate of whatever was left. Clark knew he couldn't stay angry at his father forever, after all it had been over a week since he and Johnathan had faught, when Clark had come home from the hospital.
It was a saturday, and Clark had nothing planned except lunch with Alex. He was looking forward to it. So far in the past week he had been seeing Alexandra daily, except for the day he spent in Metropolis when Lana took a turn for the worse. But the doctors managed to stabalize her condition, so Clark had returned to Smallville the next day.
As of now, Lana was still in the hospital. So were a total of thirteen people, all in Smallville. The town was now being put in a basic quarenteen. But that wasn't affecting life much in Smallville, except for those working on Metropolis. Those people, after passing a physical exam, were being subsidized by the government to live in hotels in Metropolis until the quarenteen was lifted.
Clark, Lana, Pete and Alex had all worked together to make several get-well gifts for Lana that were delivered. Of course Lana couldn't see them or even know they were there, but she would once she woke up. If she woke up.
Clark snapped to attention. He couldn't think like that. Lana was going to get better, and hopfully everyone else affected would soon get better.
Kent ate the rest of the bacon, then stood up to bring his empty plate to the sink. Walking over he suddenly dropped the plate, hearing it shatter on the floor. Clark bent down to pick up the pieces, but he was having trouble moving. Clark fell down to the ground. "Help... me..." Clark tried to say, his voice suddenly not working. He heard someone behind him.
"Hey Clark." heard Clark. It was Alex. Alex was above him. Clark moved his head, trying to look at her. He did. She smiled as her eyes started glowing a strong green, laughing. "Clark, I lied to you before. I did have one boyfriend who accepted me. And you ikilled/i him. That's why I'm going to kill you Clark, along with everyone else in this town. Just imagine poor, sweet Lana... I can kill her at any second, Clark. I'm linked with her at the hospital."
"No..." said Clark. How could he have been so wrong about Alex?
She kneeled down to the paralyzed Clark, kissing him tenderly on the lips. Suddenly Clark felt pain, running through his head... Clark screamed out, he knew this was an attack by Alex.
"You see Clark, I know all of your secrets. I know what ihurts/i you. And you're going to ipay/i for what was stolen from me." she said, reaching into her pocket. She braught out a piece of kryptonite. She hovered it in front of Clark's face, watching him wince in pain.
To Clark's horror and compplete inability to prevent, she opened Clark's mouth and stuck the meteor into Clark's mouth.
"Goodbye, Clark..."
Kent started coughing. He couldn't stop the spreading pain that was filling his entire body. She continued her telepathic assault, which was making every nerve in his mind feel like it was on fire. Clark tried to move his tongue, to push the kryptonite out, but he couldn't. He was powerless to prevent his death, and now Alex was going to kill everyone... kill everyone...
"No!" screamed Clark, his body jolting into an upright position. Clark coughed several times, making sure there was nothing in his mouth... there was he? He looked around, seeing his room. 'Another nightmare...' thought Clark, standing up. This one was worse than the last, and the last was worse than the one before that.
"Clark, for the last time, get up! It's almost lunchtime!" Martha yelled, from downstairs.
Clark blinked. Lunchtime... how long was he asleep? A while, aparently. 'Date!' he thought. He needed to meet Alex at the Talon. Clark threw on his clothes, thinking about the nightmare. Is that how much he really trusted Alex on a subconscious level? Had he let his dad get inside his head?
"I'm up!" replied Clark, giving one last look at himself in the mirror. Suddenly Clark stopped, he just stared at himself in the mirror. He was having trouble concentrating. Someone was speaking to him. It wasn't Johnathan or Martha, someone was here... trying to talk to him."
i'Clark!'/i
Clark blinked. Who said that? He couldn't figure out where the voice came from. It was like it came from everywhere. He identified the voice as Alex, but it was distorted. Much quieter. Then it hit Clark, she was using her telepathy to give him a message. Clark closed his eyes, awaiting more message...
iClark! Help me!/i
Kent's eyes widened. Alex needed help. Or did she? Was this just another bad daydream?
Suddenly he didn't see the mirror anymore. He was running, through alleyways in Smallville. Afraid, alone. Calling out for help. Someone was chasing him. He was reaching out for someone...
This was what Alex was experiencing, realized Clark. Who was she running from? It didn't matter. Clark needed to get to downtown Smallville quickly! Without saying goodbye to either his mother or father Clark raced outdoors using his speed, heading for Smallville. Alex needed his help.
'Soon, sooner, soonest...' the figure thought. The boy was coming, quickly. His body didn't obey the laws of time, but this he allready knew. 'Quick, quicker, quickest.' That's what Clark was. He would be here any second, then he would trap the extraordinary child. He alone would kill everyone here, it would teach the girl a lesson. She would never run to anyone else, she would give up. She wouldn't risk hurting more. She wouldn't risk defying ihim/i again.
It was a saturday, and Clark had nothing planned except lunch with Alex. He was looking forward to it. So far in the past week he had been seeing Alexandra daily, except for the day he spent in Metropolis when Lana took a turn for the worse. But the doctors managed to stabalize her condition, so Clark had returned to Smallville the next day.
As of now, Lana was still in the hospital. So were a total of thirteen people, all in Smallville. The town was now being put in a basic quarenteen. But that wasn't affecting life much in Smallville, except for those working on Metropolis. Those people, after passing a physical exam, were being subsidized by the government to live in hotels in Metropolis until the quarenteen was lifted.
Clark, Lana, Pete and Alex had all worked together to make several get-well gifts for Lana that were delivered. Of course Lana couldn't see them or even know they were there, but she would once she woke up. If she woke up.
Clark snapped to attention. He couldn't think like that. Lana was going to get better, and hopfully everyone else affected would soon get better.
Kent ate the rest of the bacon, then stood up to bring his empty plate to the sink. Walking over he suddenly dropped the plate, hearing it shatter on the floor. Clark bent down to pick up the pieces, but he was having trouble moving. Clark fell down to the ground. "Help... me..." Clark tried to say, his voice suddenly not working. He heard someone behind him.
"Hey Clark." heard Clark. It was Alex. Alex was above him. Clark moved his head, trying to look at her. He did. She smiled as her eyes started glowing a strong green, laughing. "Clark, I lied to you before. I did have one boyfriend who accepted me. And you ikilled/i him. That's why I'm going to kill you Clark, along with everyone else in this town. Just imagine poor, sweet Lana... I can kill her at any second, Clark. I'm linked with her at the hospital."
"No..." said Clark. How could he have been so wrong about Alex?
She kneeled down to the paralyzed Clark, kissing him tenderly on the lips. Suddenly Clark felt pain, running through his head... Clark screamed out, he knew this was an attack by Alex.
"You see Clark, I know all of your secrets. I know what ihurts/i you. And you're going to ipay/i for what was stolen from me." she said, reaching into her pocket. She braught out a piece of kryptonite. She hovered it in front of Clark's face, watching him wince in pain.
To Clark's horror and compplete inability to prevent, she opened Clark's mouth and stuck the meteor into Clark's mouth.
"Goodbye, Clark..."
Kent started coughing. He couldn't stop the spreading pain that was filling his entire body. She continued her telepathic assault, which was making every nerve in his mind feel like it was on fire. Clark tried to move his tongue, to push the kryptonite out, but he couldn't. He was powerless to prevent his death, and now Alex was going to kill everyone... kill everyone...
"No!" screamed Clark, his body jolting into an upright position. Clark coughed several times, making sure there was nothing in his mouth... there was he? He looked around, seeing his room. 'Another nightmare...' thought Clark, standing up. This one was worse than the last, and the last was worse than the one before that.
"Clark, for the last time, get up! It's almost lunchtime!" Martha yelled, from downstairs.
Clark blinked. Lunchtime... how long was he asleep? A while, aparently. 'Date!' he thought. He needed to meet Alex at the Talon. Clark threw on his clothes, thinking about the nightmare. Is that how much he really trusted Alex on a subconscious level? Had he let his dad get inside his head?
"I'm up!" replied Clark, giving one last look at himself in the mirror. Suddenly Clark stopped, he just stared at himself in the mirror. He was having trouble concentrating. Someone was speaking to him. It wasn't Johnathan or Martha, someone was here... trying to talk to him."
i'Clark!'/i
Clark blinked. Who said that? He couldn't figure out where the voice came from. It was like it came from everywhere. He identified the voice as Alex, but it was distorted. Much quieter. Then it hit Clark, she was using her telepathy to give him a message. Clark closed his eyes, awaiting more message...
iClark! Help me!/i
Kent's eyes widened. Alex needed help. Or did she? Was this just another bad daydream?
Suddenly he didn't see the mirror anymore. He was running, through alleyways in Smallville. Afraid, alone. Calling out for help. Someone was chasing him. He was reaching out for someone...
This was what Alex was experiencing, realized Clark. Who was she running from? It didn't matter. Clark needed to get to downtown Smallville quickly! Without saying goodbye to either his mother or father Clark raced outdoors using his speed, heading for Smallville. Alex needed his help.
'Soon, sooner, soonest...' the figure thought. The boy was coming, quickly. His body didn't obey the laws of time, but this he allready knew. 'Quick, quicker, quickest.' That's what Clark was. He would be here any second, then he would trap the extraordinary child. He alone would kill everyone here, it would teach the girl a lesson. She would never run to anyone else, she would give up. She wouldn't risk hurting more. She wouldn't risk defying ihim/i again.