Chapter three.
Chapter three.
The tension in the room had lessened. Jonathan, however, was still
pacing while Martha sat on the couch close to Clark. It had been over
thirty minutes since Clark had run home from school and told his
parents what happened. Martha and Jonathan now both shared a feeling of
fear as to what would happen to their son. Visions of Clark in a lab,
strapped down to a table with a scientist cutting into their son danced
in their minds. It was scaring the hell out of them.
Clark had drifted off to sleep so Martha gently lay his head down onto
part of the couch and put his legs on the other end. Once done she
grabbed her husband and led him into the kitchen.
"Jonathan, what are we going to do?" she asked him. "What if someone
from town shows up? What if Lionel Luthor were to find out?" She paused
and sat down on a dining room chair. She looked up at her husband as a
few tears came down her cheek. "Jonathan, what are we going to do?"
Jonathan Kent didn't know what to say. He was hoping that this was a
bad dream and that he would eventually wake up from it. However, forty
five minutes had now passed since he'd heard the devastating news from
Clark. Clearly, this was no dream.
It was a nightmare.
A living nightmare.
Jonathan was brought out of his thoughts. The sound of cars, several of
them, pulling into his drive put him back on edge. He looked down to
Martha who seemed to be thinking the same thing. Not knowing what else
to do, he went to the closet where Hiram Kent's shotgun was stored. He
pulled it out along with some shells. He placed six shells in the
magazine and cocked one into the chamber. Martha knew it was hopeless
to try and stop him from what he was about to do. He would do anything
to keep someone from taking his son away from him.
Jonathan made his way to the front door and peeked through the window,
but what he saw surprised him. The people outside weren't scientists in
bio-hazard suits or dressed in black business suits; they were students
from Smallville High!
"Martha come look at this," he said, pointing to the window. Martha
slowly got up and made her way over to where Jonathan was standing. She
looked out the window and then to her husband. "What do you think they
want?"
"I don't know, but Pete's out there. And Chloe too. I think I might've
seen Lana and Whitney as well." He then turned his head a little.
'Damn, wouldn't you know that Lex Luthor would be here too.' Jonathon
stopped and looked back at Clark. "I guess we should wake him up."
Martha nodded and headed over to Clark.
"Clark, honey wake up." She gently nudged his shoulder but he didn't
move. She tried again with no luck, only getting some grunting sounds.
'Time for something drastic,' Martha thought. "Clark, wake up, your
going to be late for school!"
Clark immediately jerked up. He was about to superspeed and get ready
to go to school when he stopped and gave his mother a confused look.
Martha smiled. 'Bingo. Works every time.'
"Clark, honey, some of the kids from school are here," Martha told her
son. Clark responded with a look that showed both pain and fright.
Martha did her best to calm him down.
"Clark, your friends are out there. Why don't you go talk to them?" she
asked. "It might not hurt, you know."
Clark gritted his teeth but agreed to go and see his friends. 'My
friends.' Clark thought, 'If I was any kind of a friend I would've told
them what I am. At least Pete and Chloe. Maybe Lex too.'
The seventy students or so that had showed up at the Kent farm waited
anxiously, hoping that someone would come out of the house and talk to
them. All the sudden the door slowly opened. Anyone that had been
talking stopped immediately. A figure holding a gun slowly crept onto
the porch. It was Jonathan. Following him was Martha who scooted up to
be closer to him. "Clark's gonna come out here and talk to y'all.
Please, don't say anything till you've heard what he's had to say."
Clark swallowed hard. He wasn't sure on how he would be able to
explain what he did to his fellow classmates. Slowly, he crept out of
the house and onto the porch following his parents.
One hundred and forty pairs of eyes watched him with anxiety, fear,
and curiosity as he eased out of the house. He swallowed again when he
saw his friends, Pete and Chloe. Scanning the small crowd some more he
saw Lana and Whitney; Lex was nearby as well. Clark breathed in hard as
he spoke.
"Well, um, hi, everyone." No one spoke, or even blinked, for that
matter. They were still glaring at the Kents. "Uh, I guess you guys
are, um, a little curious as to, uh, how I did that..." Clark barely
managed to stammer out the last part. He pointed his head to the
ground. He couldn't stand to look at the crowd anymore.
"What are you, Clark?" came a question from the crowd. People began to
look in the direction of the speaker.
It was Chloe.
Clark looked at his best friend. The blonde reporter looked back at
him. She saw something in her friend's eyes.
Fear.
Fear like she'd never seen before. Clark was shaking. He looked to
his
parents. 'How can I answer that question?' Clark asked himself. He had
no idea how he was going to tell her, or any of the others for that
matter, that he wasn't even human.
"Clark, I think that we should tell her the truth," Martha whispered
to her son. Clark nodded, swallowing again. Jonathan placed a
reassuring hand on his son's shoulder.
They would tell everyone, together.
The Kents recounted their tale of how Clark came into their lives for
the crowd. They told of the day the meteor shower and how they found
the spaceship with him in it. Several gasps were heard from various
people in the crowd. No one in a million years would've believed that
the farm boy next door was from another planet.
"He's an alien?" someone in the crowd asked.
"I can't believe it! I've known that boy for years!" another voice
piped up.
"He's a freak! He'll kill us all!" yelled another voice.
"No he won't!" came another, "He isn't like that! He'd never harm
anyone!"
The crowd was soon buzzing. Some defended Clark. Others argued that he
was a threat and something should be done about him. While all of this
was going on no one seemed to see the several camera crews and
paparazzi that had joined in.
Flashes from cameras begin going off. Reporters began swamping the
steps of the porch, screaming out questions to Clark and his family.
"Look, over there!" someone from the crowd shouted excitedly. Everyone
watched as four to five men pulled a large metallic object towards the
crowd. "We found the ship!" one of them screamed.
Clark was scared. He began to feel like his world was slowly caving in
on him. 'No, this isn't happeing!' ran through his mind. 'I have to get
out of here,' he thought. He made his way past the reporters and the
crowd of onlookers, many of which just made way for him. He turned to
look behind him as the reporters and cameramen continued to follow. One
he broke free of the crowd he supersped off leaving everyone more than
a little dazed.
End of chp. 3!
Chapter three.
The tension in the room had lessened. Jonathan, however, was still
pacing while Martha sat on the couch close to Clark. It had been over
thirty minutes since Clark had run home from school and told his
parents what happened. Martha and Jonathan now both shared a feeling of
fear as to what would happen to their son. Visions of Clark in a lab,
strapped down to a table with a scientist cutting into their son danced
in their minds. It was scaring the hell out of them.
Clark had drifted off to sleep so Martha gently lay his head down onto
part of the couch and put his legs on the other end. Once done she
grabbed her husband and led him into the kitchen.
"Jonathan, what are we going to do?" she asked him. "What if someone
from town shows up? What if Lionel Luthor were to find out?" She paused
and sat down on a dining room chair. She looked up at her husband as a
few tears came down her cheek. "Jonathan, what are we going to do?"
Jonathan Kent didn't know what to say. He was hoping that this was a
bad dream and that he would eventually wake up from it. However, forty
five minutes had now passed since he'd heard the devastating news from
Clark. Clearly, this was no dream.
It was a nightmare.
A living nightmare.
Jonathan was brought out of his thoughts. The sound of cars, several of
them, pulling into his drive put him back on edge. He looked down to
Martha who seemed to be thinking the same thing. Not knowing what else
to do, he went to the closet where Hiram Kent's shotgun was stored. He
pulled it out along with some shells. He placed six shells in the
magazine and cocked one into the chamber. Martha knew it was hopeless
to try and stop him from what he was about to do. He would do anything
to keep someone from taking his son away from him.
Jonathan made his way to the front door and peeked through the window,
but what he saw surprised him. The people outside weren't scientists in
bio-hazard suits or dressed in black business suits; they were students
from Smallville High!
"Martha come look at this," he said, pointing to the window. Martha
slowly got up and made her way over to where Jonathan was standing. She
looked out the window and then to her husband. "What do you think they
want?"
"I don't know, but Pete's out there. And Chloe too. I think I might've
seen Lana and Whitney as well." He then turned his head a little.
'Damn, wouldn't you know that Lex Luthor would be here too.' Jonathon
stopped and looked back at Clark. "I guess we should wake him up."
Martha nodded and headed over to Clark.
"Clark, honey wake up." She gently nudged his shoulder but he didn't
move. She tried again with no luck, only getting some grunting sounds.
'Time for something drastic,' Martha thought. "Clark, wake up, your
going to be late for school!"
Clark immediately jerked up. He was about to superspeed and get ready
to go to school when he stopped and gave his mother a confused look.
Martha smiled. 'Bingo. Works every time.'
"Clark, honey, some of the kids from school are here," Martha told her
son. Clark responded with a look that showed both pain and fright.
Martha did her best to calm him down.
"Clark, your friends are out there. Why don't you go talk to them?" she
asked. "It might not hurt, you know."
Clark gritted his teeth but agreed to go and see his friends. 'My
friends.' Clark thought, 'If I was any kind of a friend I would've told
them what I am. At least Pete and Chloe. Maybe Lex too.'
The seventy students or so that had showed up at the Kent farm waited
anxiously, hoping that someone would come out of the house and talk to
them. All the sudden the door slowly opened. Anyone that had been
talking stopped immediately. A figure holding a gun slowly crept onto
the porch. It was Jonathan. Following him was Martha who scooted up to
be closer to him. "Clark's gonna come out here and talk to y'all.
Please, don't say anything till you've heard what he's had to say."
Clark swallowed hard. He wasn't sure on how he would be able to
explain what he did to his fellow classmates. Slowly, he crept out of
the house and onto the porch following his parents.
One hundred and forty pairs of eyes watched him with anxiety, fear,
and curiosity as he eased out of the house. He swallowed again when he
saw his friends, Pete and Chloe. Scanning the small crowd some more he
saw Lana and Whitney; Lex was nearby as well. Clark breathed in hard as
he spoke.
"Well, um, hi, everyone." No one spoke, or even blinked, for that
matter. They were still glaring at the Kents. "Uh, I guess you guys
are, um, a little curious as to, uh, how I did that..." Clark barely
managed to stammer out the last part. He pointed his head to the
ground. He couldn't stand to look at the crowd anymore.
"What are you, Clark?" came a question from the crowd. People began to
look in the direction of the speaker.
It was Chloe.
Clark looked at his best friend. The blonde reporter looked back at
him. She saw something in her friend's eyes.
Fear.
Fear like she'd never seen before. Clark was shaking. He looked to
his
parents. 'How can I answer that question?' Clark asked himself. He had
no idea how he was going to tell her, or any of the others for that
matter, that he wasn't even human.
"Clark, I think that we should tell her the truth," Martha whispered
to her son. Clark nodded, swallowing again. Jonathan placed a
reassuring hand on his son's shoulder.
They would tell everyone, together.
The Kents recounted their tale of how Clark came into their lives for
the crowd. They told of the day the meteor shower and how they found
the spaceship with him in it. Several gasps were heard from various
people in the crowd. No one in a million years would've believed that
the farm boy next door was from another planet.
"He's an alien?" someone in the crowd asked.
"I can't believe it! I've known that boy for years!" another voice
piped up.
"He's a freak! He'll kill us all!" yelled another voice.
"No he won't!" came another, "He isn't like that! He'd never harm
anyone!"
The crowd was soon buzzing. Some defended Clark. Others argued that he
was a threat and something should be done about him. While all of this
was going on no one seemed to see the several camera crews and
paparazzi that had joined in.
Flashes from cameras begin going off. Reporters began swamping the
steps of the porch, screaming out questions to Clark and his family.
"Look, over there!" someone from the crowd shouted excitedly. Everyone
watched as four to five men pulled a large metallic object towards the
crowd. "We found the ship!" one of them screamed.
Clark was scared. He began to feel like his world was slowly caving in
on him. 'No, this isn't happeing!' ran through his mind. 'I have to get
out of here,' he thought. He made his way past the reporters and the
crowd of onlookers, many of which just made way for him. He turned to
look behind him as the reporters and cameramen continued to follow. One
he broke free of the crowd he supersped off leaving everyone more than
a little dazed.
End of chp. 3!