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A/N: Ch.2 is up. Yay!

"Where are we going?" Clark asked as his father drove down a pitch black, woodsy side street. Mr. Kent sat in tight lipped silence, seething inwardly until he spun the wheel and headed into the woods then screeched to a halt a few feet from the road. "Dad, what..."
"What the hell were you thinking Clark!?" His father shouted, his loud tone piercing the silence.
"Dad, I..."
"I thought you knew better than to tell your secret to people! It's dangerous Clark! Not only for you but for the people you tell!" His father shouted. Headlights were coming up the road towards them. Clark listened closely; he heard gruff barking from the truck headed in their way. His eyes grew wide.
"Dad, we've gotta go!" He interrupted his father's tirade.
"Don't interrupt me Clark!"
"No, Dad," he grasped his father's arm tightly. "We have to get out of here!"
"Why?" John asked, seeing the panic in his son's eyes.
"That's Redd Morgan's truck!" Clark exclaimed as the camouflage painted truck screeched to a halt blocking the Kent's exit. A tough, scruffy looking man leaped from his truck and held the door as his two mean looking Doberman's jumped out after him. Redd had a shotgun in his hand as he made his way to the Kent's truck.
Clark moved gingerly around his mother and opened the door. "Stay in the truck." He muttered, just loud enough for them to hear him, but with enough force for them to know that he meant business.
"Clark don't!" His mom shouted after him, but it was useless. Clark would go to any lengths to protect them and Redd Morgan was a dangerous man.

"Whatchu doin' on my land, boy?" He asked roughly, running his hand down the handle of his shotgun.
"We didn't realize we were in your land, Mr. Morgan." Clark said as respectfully as he could.
"Yer fulla shit boy. Everyone knows this is my land."
"We're really sorry, we'll leave immediately."
"You ain't goin' no where." He growled, taking a step forward, Morgan pulled something from his pocket and threw it at Clark and at the same time barked a command at his dogs to attack. Distracted, Clark didn't have time to stop the thing flying at him as he tried to fend off the dogs without hurting them. He felt a prick in his side and he looked down and pulled out the thing. It was a hypodermic needle.
"What the hell was in this?" He asked as his head spun and he fell to his knees. He threw both the dogs off, knocking them unconscious. Redd howled in anger.
"I know all about yer powers boy! And now, you won't be able to use 'em. That there's a special medicine. Incapacitates yer abilities for a coupla weeks, at the least, and it gives me the chance to do this." He strode forward and gripped Clark by his neck. Clark fought back with all the human strength he could muster as blood spilled from a tear in his arm where one of the Dobermans had bit him ferociously. Redd threw him back against a tree, pounding Clark's face with his fist. Clark bled from his lip and nose, Redd rammed the back of his head into the tree again and again. Clark's vision swam and he dropped gratefully into unconsciousness.
"CLARK!!!" His mother screamed and slammed her fist against the truck window as Redd picked Clark up with his bare hands.
Redd threw Clark with super-human strength into the windshield of the Kent's truck, cracking the glass and spattering Clark's blood across the windshield.
"CLARK!!" His parents screamed again, his mother sobbing. Clark slid down the windshield, down the hood of the truck, and toppled to the ground. He didn't get up. Redd stood over him, laughing viciously. He grabbed his dogs by the scruffs of their necks, got into his truck, and drove away, his tires squealing.
John Kent tossed his wife their cell phone and leaped out of the truck. "Martha, call an ambulance!" He shouted over his shoulder as he knelt beside his son. He looked so broken, lying there bleeding and twisted, that John was afraid to even touch him. As it was he clasped his son's hand. "Hold on, son. Hold on." He whispered and squeezed Clark's hand. A few seconds later Martha joined him, tears running unchecked down her cheeks. John pulled her into a tight hug, forcing his tears back as a lump formed in his throat.
Two minutes later an ambulance and several cop cars screeched to a halt on the road beside them. EMTs rushed over with a stretcher borne between them. The sheriff jumped out of the car nearest them and ran over. "What the hell happened here?" She asked as the one of the EMTs wrapped a brace around Clark's neck then they lifted him gently onto the stretcher and bore him away into the ambulance, calling out stats to one another and inserting an IV in Clark's arm.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent followed the stretcher as John choked out a hasty explanation. Describing what had happened as best as he could before climbing into the ambulance after his wife. "I'll stop by the hospital to discuss this further at a later time." The sheriff said as the ambulance door was closed and sped away.

"Lana?" Mr. Kent paced outside the hospital building.
"Mr. Kent? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Lana asked hastily.
"It's Clark," he choked on his words. Lana's heart stopped.
"I-is he okay?"
"No," John whispered. "He was attacked. We-we're at the hospital. Cl- Clark's still in w-with the doctors. I-it's bad, Lana. It's really bad."
"Oh god," Lana said softly, more to herself than Mr. Kent. "I'll pick up Pete and Chloe and be right over." She lowered the phone slowly onto its receiver. She brushed away a rebellious tear that trickled down her cheek. She picked up her phone and dialed Chloe's number.

Lana caught sight of Clark's family in the waiting room and she and her friends rushed over to them. They each hugged the couple one at a time. As Pete embraced Clark's father, he whispered close to his ear. "What the hell happened out there? Why didn't Clark fight back?"
"I don't know." John responded sorrowfully. Lana and Chloe comforted Mrs. Kent, though they were all fighting back tears of their own. Lana sat down on one of the hospital's not-so- comfortable plastic chairs, rested her elbows and her knees and laid her face in her hands.

August 7, 2004
2:33 AM: 5 hours after the attack

Lana lay with her head resting on her arm, which was resting on the arm of the hospital chair. Her legs were set on the floor. Her eyes were closed as she lay in a dark, dreamless sleep. Chloe lay with her head on Lana's side and with Pete's on hers. Mr. and Mrs. Kent slept with their heads leaned against the others, hands entwined together on John's leg.
A doctor appeared around the corner and he walked over to the sleeping group. He coughed politely, hoping that would be enough to wake them. The two adults jumped, the quick movement causing the others to start awake.
"Mr. and Mrs. Kent?" He inquired.
"Yes," they replied in unison, standing up quickly.
"I'm Dr. Brousse." He informed them. "I worked on your son."
"Please, i-is Clark alright?" Martha asked.
"It might be best if you sat down."
"Oh god, no, he's not... He can't be..." Mrs. Kent's knees felt weak and she sank into the nearest chair.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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