Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story so far. Please keep reviewing. And for any of the readers who feel there is a lack of Clana, my other story: Tampered Love, has lots of Clana. SO if you can't take Lana and Clark duking it out, check it out. Thanks. And now onto the story.
"Doctor, how is she?" Clark asked with the utmost worriment in his tone."I'm sorry to say that your friend has gone into a coma. She is doing a little better though." The doctor answered.
"Can I see her?"
"No, I'm sorry, but you can't. Miss Sullivan is about to undergo surgery to remove the bullet. It is close to the skin, so that's a relief. She's doing fine, besides all that. I'm just worried about the coma." Clark thanked the doctor and took a seat to clear his thoughts.
So far, Lana's just been getting worse. It was one thing she that she was going after me, fine. But shooting Chloe? I have to find her. Someone's brainwashing her or something, I just know it. I know I can't harm her, so I'll have to find the source. Then maybe Lana will return to normal.
Clark stood up and took another look through the window of the door to Chloe's room. He stared at her, angry at Lana's behavior, but angrier at himself that he hadn't prevented it.
Making his way outside of the hospital, Clark looked to see if anyone was looking his direction. He confirmed it was clear, and sped off at super speed toward his farm.
Jonathan finally stood up, and turned to Martha.
"I'm going to go work on the tractor in the barn." He stated simply. Martha nodded and went back to watching TV. She sat there, wondering about the whole situation. Martha knew something was wrong, she just knew it. By the way Clark acted, and now the shooting, it all made her concerned. And now the local news was at the scene of a robbery at Smallville Savings and Loans. It had been the one where Chloe had been shot. Martha had seen it. She had seen Lana. Knowing about her son's abilities, she began to wonder how Lana Lang was exhibiting the same powers as Clark. The cameraman and reporter had caught the shooting, and most of it had happened in slow motion, at least to Clark and Lana. Martha had knowledge of that because how fast they had moved. But Clark had not stopped all the bullets. Martha knew it was a valiant effort, and she knew Clark was grief stricken because he had not saved Chloe. Finally, she turned off the TV. That's when someone knocked at the door.
Martha moved to the door and opened it, revealing nobody in front of her. She started to worry, as she glanced around the yard, looking for someone. Then a strange breeze in the direction of inside the house ruffled her hair.
"Clark?" She asked in mid spin, coming face to face with Lana Lang. "Lana?! Please tell me what happened!" Martha shouted. She had hoped to get an explanation out of the girl, but instead she got a push that through her off the porch and onto the ground. Martha grunted and stared at the girl. Lana stared back at her with an expression of anger.
"You wouldn't let him go, would you? He has to leave you, but you won't let him go away from you." Lana's voice sounded deeper and darker than her usual tone.
"Lana, what is going on?" Martha asked urgently. But Lana flipped her into the railing of the porch. Martha crashed through it, landing on the porch and fainting.
"He is not yours to keep."
The farmer quickly ran for the fire extinguisher, but Lana Lang suddenly appeared before him.
"Lana?!" Jonathan asked, surprised. He had seen the robbery too. "Lana, I think you have explaining to do." Jonathan stated, grabbing her arm.
"You cannot keep him to yourself. His destiny will be his guide, not you."
"Lana?" Jonathan asked in a confused tone. But Lana slapped his hand of her arm, and shoved him backwards. Jonathan hit the ground a few feet from the flaming hay. He stood up cautiously. Lana's irises changed color, warning him to duck. Her heat ray shot over him, and ignited part of the wall. But when he stood up, Lana brought hand across in front of her, backhanding Jonathan with her fist. Her strength caused him to sailing through the air and crash onto the floor of the higher level of the barn. The force caused him to pass out.
"You will let him go." Lana stated simply. Then she ignite more hay with her heat vision, and the part of the ceiling. A second later, she was a blur speeding away from the Kent farm.
"Mom!" Clark yelled, stopping at the porch. She was just awaking. "Mom, how bad are you hurt?"
"Clark, Lana was here. She was saying something weird. She said he's not yours to keep."
"Where's Dad?" Clark asked.
"Your father went to the barn a few minutes ago." Clark looked over at the barn, and saw the roof catching on fire.
"Mom, hold on!" Clark took of, as Martha looked over the railing and saw the barn. She gasped with a horrified look, and tried to stand.
Clark found his dad at the higher level of the barn. He was unconscious, but he wasn't burned. The ceiling was starting to cave in though. Clark quickly picked up his dad, and heard the roof cave in.
Time slowed, and Clark jumped off the higher level, landing on the ground. He moved over to the fire extinguisher and grabbed it, making sure the collapsing ceiling wasn't to close to them. Clark made it outside, and as time returned to normal, the roof crashed to the floor. Clark laid his father on the ground, who was coming to. He quickly started to extinguish the flames. As he did, Clark started to put the pieces together, and started to figure out what was happening with Lana.
