Thanks again for the reviews guys!! I've decided to do short chapters more
often, because I have a "lack of update" problem. So they're gonna be short
like this but I'll update more often. Enjoy!!
Strength
Part 3
Clark sped home, the wind stinging his teary eyes. He went straight up to the loft in the barn, and sunk into the corner, head in his hands. He stayed there all night, devastated at the damage he had caused Lana, the girl he loved, just by touching her. He hated himself. Why couldn't he be normal, why did he have to be such a freak. He couldn't even control his own power anymore. He didn't know what he was going to do, he couldn't touch a thing without it breaking. He wasn't safe to be around anymore. He nearly killed Lana's attackers using the smallest amount of force possible. He couldn't be near his parents or his friends without causing them pain.
He had to leave.
He would go to Metropolis, find a place where no one would bother him, where he couldn't hurt anybody. Then everyone would be safe, he wouldn't be able to harm them.
He should have brought something with him, clothes, food, supplies, but was too afraid to enter the house. He simply left. He walked, silently crying in his mind. Head down, he continued on for hours. Once he was faintly aware of a voice yelling at him, from a slowed car, but didn't acknowledge it much. When dawn began to break, he switched into Clark time, traveling the rest of the way to the city's outskirts in just under five minutes.
He passed old rundown buildings, houses with piles of old bathtubs and washing machines in the front yard. He passed the nicer houses, businessmen and women leaving their homes to go to work. He entered the main city, full of tall office buildings and shopping centers. He wandered through the maze of streets until he came to an old warehouse. The majority of the small windows had been broken or cracked. The original paint had been chipped and covered in graffiti. It was obviously empty, nothing still in use would be this rundown. Clark found the door around the side of the building, unlocked, not that it mattered, the door handle was crushed when he tocuhed it anyway. He stepped inside, looking around. There was some old machinery in the large main room, covered in inches of dust. There were some old soda cans and beer bottles scattered around the floor, covered also in dust. He made his way to the upper level, finding a small room missing the door, probably used as a janitor's closet. He sat himself down in the corner, and pulled his knees to his chest. He rested his head on his legs and shut his eyes, going into a deep state of depression.
''''''
Martha and Jonathan watched as the sun came up over the horizon. Their son hadn't returned that night. They had sat up waiting, worrying more every minute that passed. They figured at first that Clark had stayed behind to help Lana clean up, and then maybe eat dinner. But he still would have returned home at a reasonable hour, and called if he was going to be any later. Since there had been no sign of him, they were really getting worried. They called the Talon, but the girl had said Lana hadn't been there that morning. They tried Chloe's house next. Chloe told them she hadn't seen Clark, but that Lana was in the hospital, in very bad condition.
Martha began crying, upset now about both Lana and Clark. She told Jonathan she wanted to go to the hospital to see Lana.
When they arrived, the doctor said she was still in surgery.
"What happened to her?" Jonathan asked.
"A young man carried her in here, said he found her in an alley. She has a broken arm, her right leg is broken it two places, a few craacked ribs and a somewhat minor concssion. She's in surgery now for small amounts of internal bleeding," the doctor told them.
"Oh, Jonathan!" Martha sobbed. "What's happening? Where could Clark have gone? What happened to Lana?"
"I don't know, Dear." Jonathan hugged his wife closer to him. "But our son is strong. I'm sure he's okay wherever he is."
Lex came running into the waiting room. "Mr. and Mrs. Kent! Did Clark come home last night?" he asked them, out of breath.
"No, Lex. Why?"
"I saw him walking down Route 8 to Metropolis in the middle of the night last night. I was on my way home from a business meeting there and I saw him on the side of the road. I stopped the car and called to him and asked if he needed a ride, but I'm not sure if he heard me. I came back as soon as I could, Chloe's father said you were here."
Martha gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "You don't think he...."
To Be Continued.....
Once again, four reviews = next chappy!! ;)
Strength
Part 3
Clark sped home, the wind stinging his teary eyes. He went straight up to the loft in the barn, and sunk into the corner, head in his hands. He stayed there all night, devastated at the damage he had caused Lana, the girl he loved, just by touching her. He hated himself. Why couldn't he be normal, why did he have to be such a freak. He couldn't even control his own power anymore. He didn't know what he was going to do, he couldn't touch a thing without it breaking. He wasn't safe to be around anymore. He nearly killed Lana's attackers using the smallest amount of force possible. He couldn't be near his parents or his friends without causing them pain.
He had to leave.
He would go to Metropolis, find a place where no one would bother him, where he couldn't hurt anybody. Then everyone would be safe, he wouldn't be able to harm them.
He should have brought something with him, clothes, food, supplies, but was too afraid to enter the house. He simply left. He walked, silently crying in his mind. Head down, he continued on for hours. Once he was faintly aware of a voice yelling at him, from a slowed car, but didn't acknowledge it much. When dawn began to break, he switched into Clark time, traveling the rest of the way to the city's outskirts in just under five minutes.
He passed old rundown buildings, houses with piles of old bathtubs and washing machines in the front yard. He passed the nicer houses, businessmen and women leaving their homes to go to work. He entered the main city, full of tall office buildings and shopping centers. He wandered through the maze of streets until he came to an old warehouse. The majority of the small windows had been broken or cracked. The original paint had been chipped and covered in graffiti. It was obviously empty, nothing still in use would be this rundown. Clark found the door around the side of the building, unlocked, not that it mattered, the door handle was crushed when he tocuhed it anyway. He stepped inside, looking around. There was some old machinery in the large main room, covered in inches of dust. There were some old soda cans and beer bottles scattered around the floor, covered also in dust. He made his way to the upper level, finding a small room missing the door, probably used as a janitor's closet. He sat himself down in the corner, and pulled his knees to his chest. He rested his head on his legs and shut his eyes, going into a deep state of depression.
''''''
Martha and Jonathan watched as the sun came up over the horizon. Their son hadn't returned that night. They had sat up waiting, worrying more every minute that passed. They figured at first that Clark had stayed behind to help Lana clean up, and then maybe eat dinner. But he still would have returned home at a reasonable hour, and called if he was going to be any later. Since there had been no sign of him, they were really getting worried. They called the Talon, but the girl had said Lana hadn't been there that morning. They tried Chloe's house next. Chloe told them she hadn't seen Clark, but that Lana was in the hospital, in very bad condition.
Martha began crying, upset now about both Lana and Clark. She told Jonathan she wanted to go to the hospital to see Lana.
When they arrived, the doctor said she was still in surgery.
"What happened to her?" Jonathan asked.
"A young man carried her in here, said he found her in an alley. She has a broken arm, her right leg is broken it two places, a few craacked ribs and a somewhat minor concssion. She's in surgery now for small amounts of internal bleeding," the doctor told them.
"Oh, Jonathan!" Martha sobbed. "What's happening? Where could Clark have gone? What happened to Lana?"
"I don't know, Dear." Jonathan hugged his wife closer to him. "But our son is strong. I'm sure he's okay wherever he is."
Lex came running into the waiting room. "Mr. and Mrs. Kent! Did Clark come home last night?" he asked them, out of breath.
"No, Lex. Why?"
"I saw him walking down Route 8 to Metropolis in the middle of the night last night. I was on my way home from a business meeting there and I saw him on the side of the road. I stopped the car and called to him and asked if he needed a ride, but I'm not sure if he heard me. I came back as soon as I could, Chloe's father said you were here."
Martha gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "You don't think he...."
To Be Continued.....
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