When he entered his room, Pete was getting his things together for class.

"How did it go?" Pete said.

"Great! She said I could come over anytime I wanted. I also stopped a department store from being robbed. I finally got to use my ice breath. That was the first time in public." Clark said.

"So, you did interrupt your little time with Lana to get some work in eh?" Pete said jokingly.

"Yes Pete. I told you; I can save everyone." Clark said while laughing.

Pete just laughed and shook his head before heading to class. Clark changed and got ready for class too.

Later, while Clark was in class, his head started to ring, and he heard a gun go off and a crowd full of people scream. He sighed and quickly gathered his things and wrote the homework down before leaving the class. The teacher looked at him momentarily before going back to his lesson.

"Is there a problem here?" Clark said while landing on top of the Daily Planet building to see a man shooting a gun into the air.

"Just you." He snarled before shooting three gunshots into the air and watching as a helicopter came towards the building.

The helicopter landed and Clark went over to it curiously to see three men rush at him with guns. He sighed before walking at them again, only to feel one of the bullets pierce his skin and make him fall to the ground.

"Get him in the helicopter quickly!" A man in the front seat yelled at his henchmen. Clark was trying to get back up, and finally stumbled to his feet only to be hit by four more bullets right in his chest. He felt blood start to drip out of his mouth and his vision blur before starting to concentrate on breathing, each time it became harder.

The men lifted him into the helicopter as a Channel 9 copter made its way to the scene. They got footage of the men shooting Superman and dragging him off. The police down below the building watched in shock as the bullets hit Superman. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, one after another hit him, and then men could only stare. They were jolted out of their hypnotic state by their chief yelling at them to get up there. They all took the stairs and reached the roof as the mysterious helicopter took off. They shot aimlessly at it, but it was too late.

The news crew landed and started talking to the police officers about what they had seen.

"There you have it folks, Superman has been shot and abducted. The unknown helicopter is being pursued by the police, but no word on the identity of the men has been heard." A woman's voice said while they showed the helicopter taking off of the roof.

Clark could hear distant voices, but only bits and pieces of words. He couldn't think about anything, the darkness surrounding him seemed endless.

"He could wake up at any time. Those bullets won't kill him." One man said worriedly.

"Don't worry, the kryptonite is in his blood stream now, he won't be coming to for a while now. If he does at all." Another man assured him.

"But... he might not. What if he doesn't? What if we killed him? The boss doesn't want him dead." The first man said. Clark heard a slap and the first man gasp in pain.

"Stop being an idiot. He won't die. His body will heal, but very slowly. We have plenty of time." The second man said angrily.

Clark didn't hear anymore after that, he felt the constant stabs of pain pulse through him, and he knew that these men knew his weakness and that he was in trouble.

'What am I going to do. I can't stand this pain.' Clark thought to himself as he let out a barely audible groan. The men looked at him alarmed and quickly shot another bullet into him, silencing him for a few more hours.

Once the helicopter had landed, a car pulled out at the landing pad and Clark was hurtled inside. The drive ended a few minutes later when the vehicle pulled up to a gated mansion.

"We have him sir." The first man said into a speaker box outside the gate.

"Good." A voice said back before the gate creaked open and the car rolled forward.

Clark was dragged through the front door and down a long hall into what appeared to be an office.

"Welcome Superman." Clark knew that voice.

"Put him here, then get out." The man instructed. Clark was dropped rather forcefully and then the doors shut a few moments later.

"Well, look who is all powerful now. And to think, I thought I would never catch you." Clark definitely knew that voice.

"Lex..." Clark said weakly.

"That's right Clark. It's me."

"Why?" Clark said wearily before trying to open his eyes.

"I have always been jealous of you. You were always a mystery to me. After you decided to throw our friendship away, I decided that I would devote myself to making you wish you were dead. It took me so long to figure out how to do that. You were impervious to pain. Then I remembered a long time ago, when we were friends, a visit we took to Crater Lake. I remember you getting to sick that you almost passed out. I thought it strange that you would get so sick so suddenly, but I dismissed it at the time. It was only as I went back and saw the meteor fragments that I had sworn were glowing while we were there were not glowing anymore. I decided to look into them, and then, when you left for college and became Superman, your disguise couldn't fool me. I decided to see what kind of affect these bullets had on you." Lex said while holding a bullet that was glowing bright green.

"Looks like I was right."

"Lex, please." Clark pleaded, slowly gaining his strength back.

"I'm sorry Clark. We used to be friends, but you turned your back on me, so I'm afraid I will have to do the same thing while my men finish you off." Lex stated before shutting the doors as he walked out.

The doors opened again as the men from before walked in holding their guns. Clark unsteadily got up and turned to face him. He still felt like he was dying, but he stood up straight and gave them a confident smirk. The men looked nervous for a minute before remembering that they had guns. They opened fire, but the guns never went off. Clark smirked. When the men inspected their guns, they saw the safety was switched on. Clark took that opportunity to freeze them in place and quickly speed out the window.

He went back to his dorm quickly and made sure no one was there. Then he took off his outfit and inspected it. There were bullet holes all over the front. 'Just great.' He thought. 'Guess Mom will have to make me a new one.' Clark sighed before throwing it to the side and changing. He went over to his computer to see a message from Lana.

Tom'sAngel: Hey Clark. How's it going? Just wanted to let you know that you were right.

Clark smiled and wrote back.

SuperDude: Hey. I'm glad to hear it. How did the meeting go?

Tom'sAngel: It was fine. He is so much nicer than I thought.

SuperDude: That's great Lana. I have to get some studying done, so I'll ttyl.

SuperDude has signed off.

Clark smiled briefly but then remembered his near death encounter with Lex. He could still feel tiny traces of kryptonite rushing through him, and he could still see tiny bruises where the many bullets had gone through his chest.

'What am I going to do?' Clark asked himself while putting his head in his hands. Lex knew his secret and his weakness. This was going to be very bad.

Pete came back from class to see the discarded suit on the ground and Clark sulking in his room.

"What happened man!" Pete asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Lex happened. He found out that I am Superman and used kryptonite against me. I don't know what to do Pete!" Clark exclaimed.

"Listen man, we will figure something out. Don't worry. You need to get your suit fixed first or something." Pete said, looking down at the torn suit on the floor.

"Yeah I know, I'm going to get over to my parent's house in a few minutes." Clark said before picking up the torn suit and putting it on. The bullet holes were still there, and there were fragments of kryptonite in the fabric. Clark flinched; it felt like there were needles poking into him. He gave Pete a halfhearted smile before flying out of the room.

"Mom! Dad!" Clark called as he opened the door to the farmhouse.

"Clark? Is that you?" An older woman with hair that was once a radiant red, but now a faded gray color answered. She walked over to see Clark standing in the doorway with his Superman suit in his hand and a pair old sweatpants and a t-shirt on.

"Is everything alright?" She asked, referring to his suit.

"Actually mom, it got ripped, so I need a new one." Clark said, looking down sheepishly.

"Let me take a look at that one." She insisted.

"No, its okay." Clark said while trying to think of an excuse for her not to see the bullet holes.

"Oh my! Jonathan!" She yelled as she looked at the bullet holes.

"Yes Martha?" He said before smiling as he laid eyes on Clark.

"Son! What brings you here?"

"This!" Martha said in a worried tone. Jonathan looked stunned for a moment before taking the suit and observing the bullet holes.

"There is blood on this Clark. How did it get there?"

"It's nothing. Really." Clark assured them.

"That's not what I asked." Jonathan said sternly.

Clark sat down and told them about his abduction and the captors knowing his weakness. Jonathan and Martha both looked very concerned, but more shocked than anything when they learned that Lex was responsible.

"He knows who I am." Clark said in frustration.

"Clark, I told you from day one that Lex was bad news." Jonathan said while sighing in frustration.

"I know, but I didn't think he would do this. He might tell other people about me and my weakness if I don't do something." Clark said.

"Well, the first thing we need to do is get you a new suit." Martha said calmly.

"Clark, why don't you stay here for dinner." Clark nodded and Martha left Jonathan and his son to talk.

Back at the dorms, Pete was sitting on the couch in their small living area when he heard the 'ding' of Clark's computer. Pete sighed; this was the third time.

He turned off the TV and went into Clark's room to see that Tom'sAngel had IMed him several times. Pete looked around very quickly and decided to say hello briefly.

SuperDude: Hello?

Tom'sAngel: Hey! Where have you been all night?

SuperDude: This is Pete, Clark's roommate.

Tom'sAngel: He never told me he had a roommate. How long have you been roommates?

Pete was shocked that Clark would fail to mention him.

SuperDude: Almost four years, and we were friends since we were little.

Tom'sAngel: Oh.

SuperDude: I've heard a lot about you though.

Tom'sAngel: Really? All good I hope.

'Alright Pete, this is your chance for revenge.' Pete smirked before typing.

SuperDude: Actually, very good. He hasn't stopped talking about you since you two started talking last year.

Tom'sAngel: Really? What does he say about me?

SuperDude: Well, this is a family friendly chat server, so I really couldn't say.

Pete laughed to himself.

Tom'sAngel: That bad huh?

SuperDude: No, that good. Hehehehe.

Tom'sAngel: Maybe this is why he has never mentioned you.

SuperDude: Well, he always said I was a little on the strange side...

Tom'sAngel: Yeah... I got to get going. Nice talking to you Pete.

Tom'sAngel has signed off.

'Damn!' Pete said to himself, as he was about to sign off Clark's screen name.

He heard a noise coming from outside Clark's room, and he peaked out to see two men looking through some papers sitting out on the table. Pete fully opened the door to inquire as to why the people were in his dorm, but he was quickly blind-sided and a cloth was placed firmly over his face and he passed out.

The men were about to leave with Pete's body in tow but stopped when they heard a door open and a small 'ding' come from Clark's room.

One of the men motioned for the one with him to go check it out. When he got into the room, he saw an instant message from Tom'sAngel on the screen.