Chp. 2
Clark supersped all the way back to his home. He ran right past his
father who was walking towards the door, and past his mother who was
busy baking a pie in the kitchen. The gust of wind left by a red and
blue colored blur told them their son was home.
"Clark honey, is something wrong?" Martha Kent's voice reverberated
through the lower parts of the home. When she got no answer, she went
in search of her son.
She found him in the living room, pale as a ghost. "Oh god, Clark! Are
you ok?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
Clark didn't answer.
"Jonathan, come quick! Something's wrong with Clark!"
Jonathan Kent barreled through the house's front door and into the
living room. Anything that concerned his son was a top priority for
him.
"Clark, son, what's wrong?" Jonathan asked him as he sat down on the
other side of the couch, facing his son.
"Dad, I... did something, today," Clark sputtered out. He turned to
face his father.
"Ok, what did you do?" Jonathan Kent asked.
"I- I saved a little girl today," he replied.
"Honey, that's a great thing," Martha interjected. "But what's wrong?"
Clark dropped his head into his hands before speaking. "Well, I did it
at school." It was getting easier to speak for him. "In front of the
whole school."
Martha's heart raced while Jonathon gripped the back of the couch hard.
"Son, when you said in front of the whole school, you didn't mean..."
"Yes, Dad, that's exactly what I mean," Clark replied back, as he
leaned into the back of the couch.
"Oh, Jonathan, what are we going to do?" Martha asked. She was
beginning to get scared. If everyone saw her son use his abilities it
could mean that the governmet or someone awful like Lionel Luthor could
get their hands on him and experiment on him, or worse.
"I don't know, Martha, but we need to do something fast." Jonathan was
now up pacing. "Son, exactly how many people do you think saw you?"
Clark looked up to him. "I don't know, 100 or so. Pete, Lana, Chloe,
Whitney, and Elise saw me," He muttered out. "Dad, Lex saw me too."
Jonathan Kent was worried about his son before now he was just enraged.
"Lex saw you?! Clark, how could you be so careless?"
Clark, filled with anger, shot off the couch. "What was I suppose to
do, Dad? Just let that little girl die? I could never live with
myself!"
Martha got up as well. "Jonathan, please, just calm down. Son, what
exactly did you do in front of all these students?"
"I picked up a bus."
Martha looked at Clark. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad."
"Over my head?" Clark inquired.
Martha looked at her husband then back to Clark. "Well, I can see where
that might cause some problems."
father who was walking towards the door, and past his mother who was
busy baking a pie in the kitchen. The gust of wind left by a red and
blue colored blur told them their son was home.
"Clark honey, is something wrong?" Martha Kent's voice reverberated
through the lower parts of the home. When she got no answer, she went
in search of her son.
She found him in the living room, pale as a ghost. "Oh god, Clark! Are
you ok?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
Clark didn't answer.
"Jonathan, come quick! Something's wrong with Clark!"
Jonathan Kent barreled through the house's front door and into the
living room. Anything that concerned his son was a top priority for
him.
"Clark, son, what's wrong?" Jonathan asked him as he sat down on the
other side of the couch, facing his son.
"Dad, I... did something, today," Clark sputtered out. He turned to
face his father.
"Ok, what did you do?" Jonathan Kent asked.
"I- I saved a little girl today," he replied.
"Honey, that's a great thing," Martha interjected. "But what's wrong?"
Clark dropped his head into his hands before speaking. "Well, I did it
at school." It was getting easier to speak for him. "In front of the
whole school."
Martha's heart raced while Jonathon gripped the back of the couch hard.
"Son, when you said in front of the whole school, you didn't mean..."
"Yes, Dad, that's exactly what I mean," Clark replied back, as he
leaned into the back of the couch.
"Oh, Jonathan, what are we going to do?" Martha asked. She was
beginning to get scared. If everyone saw her son use his abilities it
could mean that the governmet or someone awful like Lionel Luthor could
get their hands on him and experiment on him, or worse.
"I don't know, Martha, but we need to do something fast." Jonathan was
now up pacing. "Son, exactly how many people do you think saw you?"
Clark looked up to him. "I don't know, 100 or so. Pete, Lana, Chloe,
Whitney, and Elise saw me," He muttered out. "Dad, Lex saw me too."
Jonathan Kent was worried about his son before now he was just enraged.
"Lex saw you?! Clark, how could you be so careless?"
Clark, filled with anger, shot off the couch. "What was I suppose to
do, Dad? Just let that little girl die? I could never live with
myself!"
Martha got up as well. "Jonathan, please, just calm down. Son, what
exactly did you do in front of all these students?"
"I picked up a bus."
Martha looked at Clark. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad."
"Over my head?" Clark inquired.
Martha looked at her husband then back to Clark. "Well, I can see where
that might cause some problems."