Title: Chapter Three
Author: Sierra
Previously: Clark has awakened to find himself at his house in Smallville. He the runs away again only he stays in Smallville this time.
Disclaimer: Alrighty then...I do not own Smallville, Superman comics, or any of these characters in this story nor the words. Must we keep going over this people?
A/N: This chapter may seem a bit—dark but I am listening to some hateful music so bare with me here. Also this chapter sucks...I am having major writing problems here...
Clark slowly awoke to find himself still in the field only it was nighttime. He rubbed his eyes and sighed, fully recovered.
"Now what to do?" Clark said to himself. He stood up and walked around. He slowly paced back and forth. He looked over the rows of corn then at the post in the ground. He thought of what had happened in the past months.
'Clark you're an alien every one hates you...your parents want you dead.'
'Then why did they come and get you?'
'They didn't care about me; they wanted to make sure I didn't hurt anyone. They want me dead, why else would they use Kryptonite? So I'll do it for them.'
'But Lana?'
'Screw Lana. She hated me too.' Clark thought to himself.
Clark nodded in agreement to himself as he slowly walked of towards the place where he knew lots of Meteor Rocks were, the old foundry.
"Hey Pete. What brings you here? Haven't seen you in a while...what's wrong?" Lana said as Pete walked in to the Talon. Pete took a glance around then quickly walked over to her. Chloe was sitting in the corner at her laptop, drinking coffee. She looked up to see the conversation.
"Uh...No I am ok. You haven't seen Clark at all have you?" Pete said still glancing around.
"No, Have you? What is going on Pete?" Lana said worried. Maybe they had found Clark, or they gave up on the search. Pete looked at her for a moment then sighed.
"Nothing Lana..." Pete said and with that he walked out of the Talon. Lana looked over at Chloe who was staring at her. Lana nodded and took of her apron. She stopped a girl at the front.
"Marie, will you cover for me? I have an emergency." Lana said to the girl.
"Uh sure..." Marie said going back to taking orders. Lana walked over to Chloe, who was already packed up and waiting patiently by the door.
"Ok. Pete looked really freaked out and he was asking for Clark to whom which we haven't seen like in a month...that is really suspicious..." Chloe said to Lana.
"Yeah. Let's follow him. I have a feeling he has seen Clark..." Lana said starting to heads towards her SUV.
"Lets just take on vehicle...but the question is why wouldn't they tell us? Let's go—and Lana be discreet." Chloe said getting in the passenger side of the Liberty. Lana shook her head in furry sometimes Chloe could be rude. Pete had only just now getting into his car. He reached for his cell phone then sped off towards the Creekside foundry. Lana and Chloe exchanged glances then slowly followed Pete.
Meanwhile Pete was on the telephone with Jonathan.
"Uh...Mr. Kent. I think I know where Clark is. He hasn't check in anywhere. I believe he has decided to take drastic measures."
"He wouldn't. He knows how much we love him..."
"Does he?"
"[Pause] Meet me at the foundry." Pete slowly threw his phone down on the seat then looked in his rearview mirror. He saw a red Liberty trailing him—Lana's car. He sighed angrily.
"Shit...Oh well that's their fault if they want to see Clark like that." Pete said to himself. He drove down the dusty road, hoping he wasn't to late to stop Clark from making a horrible mistake.
Clark stopped in front of the metal link fence, deciding whether or not to go through with his plans. Which was not a very good one but it was the best he could do. The plan was to grab a few meteor rocks stuff them in his pockets then get as far as he could away from the extras, then cut his wrists. He would be sure to die then. Clark slowly crawled through the hole in the metal fence, a tear rolling down his cheek. (AN. Tear. I am such a cruel writer, I am even sad my self for Clark. It's the caffeine talking.)
Clark stepped in through the fence and took a deep breath. He walked in through the square door covered with weeds. He almost automatically felt the power of the kryptonite but kept moving. His knees started to wobbled as he spotted a pile of the rocks. He took a few steps closer wincing in pain.
"C-c-come on K-Kent!" Clark said to himself, making him walk farther towards the rocks. Finally he was standing above the rocks, his veins were glowing green. Clark gritted his teeth and fell to one knee panting. He gripped a meteor rock and his hand, screaming in agony as he did so. He held the rock in his left hand and slowly brought it to his other hand, drawing across his wrist. He screamed again, the blood pouring out of his wrist. He shoved one in his pocket. Clark took deep raspy breaths trying to stand back up. He fell onto his stomach his cut arm under him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, falling unconscious.
Jonathan flew down the dusty road heading towards the old foundry, Martha bumping in the seat as he occasionally hit a bump the in road.
"Jon, you don't think Clark would commit suicide do you? I mean...we raised him better..." Martha said tears running freely from her eyes. Jonathan gripped his steering wheel harder.
"I don't know Martha...Clark probably isn't himself right now. The Clark Kent we raised him to be." Jonathan said. They stayed in silence until they got to the old foundry. Pete came wheeling 10 seconds behind them. Jonathan and Martha scrambled out of the truck, Pete doing the same.
"Mrs. Kent, Lana and Chloe followed me!" Pete said brushing past her and running after Jonathan who was already crawling through the fence. Martha looked down the road to see the red Liberty parked and Lana and Chloe getting out. Martha sighed then followed her husband.
Jonathan ran into the kryptonite-infested room, tears now running from his cheeks. He glanced around past the metal structures thrown everywhere. Jonathan gasped, in the far right corner he saw Clark sprawled on the ground. Jonathan ran over to him and fell to his knees. He turned Clark over and put his head on his chest to see if he was breathing. He had a pulse but it was weak.
"PETE! HELP ME!" Jonathan yelled to Pete who just came in. He bent down and helped Jonathan moving Clark away from the meteor rocks. They barley moved him. Jonathan could've picked him up a few hours ago but he hadn't slept in over 24 hours along with Pete who were exhausted.
"Uh s-sir maybe this would be easier if we moved the rocks." Pete said puffing for breath. Jonathan slightly nodded then started to gather the closest meteor rocks and throwing them across the room. Pete followed suit. Pretty soon there were none left on the ground next to Clark.
"He should wake up so--..." Jonathan stopped when he noticed his son's wrist. It was bleeding and glowing an eerie green. Clark's veins were still pulsing green.
"Clark no..." Jonathan said dropping to his knees. He picked up his son's limp arm. Jonathan ripped some of his shirt at the bottom so it was a strip of cloth. Jonathan tied it around Clark's wrist; it instantly got covered in blood.
"Mr. Kent...I don't get it...He is far enough from kryptonite...why is he still unconscious?" Pete said looking toward the doorway where Martha stood her hand over her mouth.
"I don't kn—"Jonathan started to say when his eyes fell on Clark's pants pocket. It was glowing green. Jonathan reached in and grabbed the rock and threw it far away. Jonathan looked down at Clark whose face was still deathly pale with a tint of green, his hair was matted with sweat. Clark's chest took a deep dip then stopped. Jonathan looked on with horror as his son stopped breathing.
"No! Damn it Clark breathe!" Jonathan yelled to his lifeless son as he started CPR. Little did he know that Lana and Chloe were standing beside Martha.
Author: Sierra
Previously: Clark has awakened to find himself at his house in Smallville. He the runs away again only he stays in Smallville this time.
Disclaimer: Alrighty then...I do not own Smallville, Superman comics, or any of these characters in this story nor the words. Must we keep going over this people?
A/N: This chapter may seem a bit—dark but I am listening to some hateful music so bare with me here. Also this chapter sucks...I am having major writing problems here...
Clark slowly awoke to find himself still in the field only it was nighttime. He rubbed his eyes and sighed, fully recovered.
"Now what to do?" Clark said to himself. He stood up and walked around. He slowly paced back and forth. He looked over the rows of corn then at the post in the ground. He thought of what had happened in the past months.
'Clark you're an alien every one hates you...your parents want you dead.'
'Then why did they come and get you?'
'They didn't care about me; they wanted to make sure I didn't hurt anyone. They want me dead, why else would they use Kryptonite? So I'll do it for them.'
'But Lana?'
'Screw Lana. She hated me too.' Clark thought to himself.
Clark nodded in agreement to himself as he slowly walked of towards the place where he knew lots of Meteor Rocks were, the old foundry.
"Hey Pete. What brings you here? Haven't seen you in a while...what's wrong?" Lana said as Pete walked in to the Talon. Pete took a glance around then quickly walked over to her. Chloe was sitting in the corner at her laptop, drinking coffee. She looked up to see the conversation.
"Uh...No I am ok. You haven't seen Clark at all have you?" Pete said still glancing around.
"No, Have you? What is going on Pete?" Lana said worried. Maybe they had found Clark, or they gave up on the search. Pete looked at her for a moment then sighed.
"Nothing Lana..." Pete said and with that he walked out of the Talon. Lana looked over at Chloe who was staring at her. Lana nodded and took of her apron. She stopped a girl at the front.
"Marie, will you cover for me? I have an emergency." Lana said to the girl.
"Uh sure..." Marie said going back to taking orders. Lana walked over to Chloe, who was already packed up and waiting patiently by the door.
"Ok. Pete looked really freaked out and he was asking for Clark to whom which we haven't seen like in a month...that is really suspicious..." Chloe said to Lana.
"Yeah. Let's follow him. I have a feeling he has seen Clark..." Lana said starting to heads towards her SUV.
"Lets just take on vehicle...but the question is why wouldn't they tell us? Let's go—and Lana be discreet." Chloe said getting in the passenger side of the Liberty. Lana shook her head in furry sometimes Chloe could be rude. Pete had only just now getting into his car. He reached for his cell phone then sped off towards the Creekside foundry. Lana and Chloe exchanged glances then slowly followed Pete.
Meanwhile Pete was on the telephone with Jonathan.
"Uh...Mr. Kent. I think I know where Clark is. He hasn't check in anywhere. I believe he has decided to take drastic measures."
"He wouldn't. He knows how much we love him..."
"Does he?"
"[Pause] Meet me at the foundry." Pete slowly threw his phone down on the seat then looked in his rearview mirror. He saw a red Liberty trailing him—Lana's car. He sighed angrily.
"Shit...Oh well that's their fault if they want to see Clark like that." Pete said to himself. He drove down the dusty road, hoping he wasn't to late to stop Clark from making a horrible mistake.
Clark stopped in front of the metal link fence, deciding whether or not to go through with his plans. Which was not a very good one but it was the best he could do. The plan was to grab a few meteor rocks stuff them in his pockets then get as far as he could away from the extras, then cut his wrists. He would be sure to die then. Clark slowly crawled through the hole in the metal fence, a tear rolling down his cheek. (AN. Tear. I am such a cruel writer, I am even sad my self for Clark. It's the caffeine talking.)
Clark stepped in through the fence and took a deep breath. He walked in through the square door covered with weeds. He almost automatically felt the power of the kryptonite but kept moving. His knees started to wobbled as he spotted a pile of the rocks. He took a few steps closer wincing in pain.
"C-c-come on K-Kent!" Clark said to himself, making him walk farther towards the rocks. Finally he was standing above the rocks, his veins were glowing green. Clark gritted his teeth and fell to one knee panting. He gripped a meteor rock and his hand, screaming in agony as he did so. He held the rock in his left hand and slowly brought it to his other hand, drawing across his wrist. He screamed again, the blood pouring out of his wrist. He shoved one in his pocket. Clark took deep raspy breaths trying to stand back up. He fell onto his stomach his cut arm under him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, falling unconscious.
Jonathan flew down the dusty road heading towards the old foundry, Martha bumping in the seat as he occasionally hit a bump the in road.
"Jon, you don't think Clark would commit suicide do you? I mean...we raised him better..." Martha said tears running freely from her eyes. Jonathan gripped his steering wheel harder.
"I don't know Martha...Clark probably isn't himself right now. The Clark Kent we raised him to be." Jonathan said. They stayed in silence until they got to the old foundry. Pete came wheeling 10 seconds behind them. Jonathan and Martha scrambled out of the truck, Pete doing the same.
"Mrs. Kent, Lana and Chloe followed me!" Pete said brushing past her and running after Jonathan who was already crawling through the fence. Martha looked down the road to see the red Liberty parked and Lana and Chloe getting out. Martha sighed then followed her husband.
Jonathan ran into the kryptonite-infested room, tears now running from his cheeks. He glanced around past the metal structures thrown everywhere. Jonathan gasped, in the far right corner he saw Clark sprawled on the ground. Jonathan ran over to him and fell to his knees. He turned Clark over and put his head on his chest to see if he was breathing. He had a pulse but it was weak.
"PETE! HELP ME!" Jonathan yelled to Pete who just came in. He bent down and helped Jonathan moving Clark away from the meteor rocks. They barley moved him. Jonathan could've picked him up a few hours ago but he hadn't slept in over 24 hours along with Pete who were exhausted.
"Uh s-sir maybe this would be easier if we moved the rocks." Pete said puffing for breath. Jonathan slightly nodded then started to gather the closest meteor rocks and throwing them across the room. Pete followed suit. Pretty soon there were none left on the ground next to Clark.
"He should wake up so--..." Jonathan stopped when he noticed his son's wrist. It was bleeding and glowing an eerie green. Clark's veins were still pulsing green.
"Clark no..." Jonathan said dropping to his knees. He picked up his son's limp arm. Jonathan ripped some of his shirt at the bottom so it was a strip of cloth. Jonathan tied it around Clark's wrist; it instantly got covered in blood.
"Mr. Kent...I don't get it...He is far enough from kryptonite...why is he still unconscious?" Pete said looking toward the doorway where Martha stood her hand over her mouth.
"I don't kn—"Jonathan started to say when his eyes fell on Clark's pants pocket. It was glowing green. Jonathan reached in and grabbed the rock and threw it far away. Jonathan looked down at Clark whose face was still deathly pale with a tint of green, his hair was matted with sweat. Clark's chest took a deep dip then stopped. Jonathan looked on with horror as his son stopped breathing.
"No! Damn it Clark breathe!" Jonathan yelled to his lifeless son as he started CPR. Little did he know that Lana and Chloe were standing beside Martha.
