Chapter 2: Practice

Clark walked out on the football field in his red and yellow Crows uniform. "Hey C," a

teammate said as he walked out behind Clark. He had short brown hair, with a little goatee.

"Sup?"

"Hi Tom," Clark said. "are you ready for practice?"

"I'm ready to kick some ass," Tom said. "You ready to eat my dust?"

"We'll see," Clark said with a laugh as they approached the other teammates.

"Hello everyone," Jason said, walking onto the field. He looked up to Lana in the stands, then

back to the team. "I know you're all happy and confident about our win last week thanks to

Clark's amazing pass, but we still need to work on our plays, and that's why I called this

meeting."

"First get into two teams," Jason said. "Tom will lead one, and Clark, the other. This will be play

number seventeen, take your positions." The team then split into two. Jason blew his whistle and

the ball was passed back to Clark. He passed the ball to another player and casually ran to

center field. A player passed the ball to Clark, then was tackled. An opponent ran for Clark, but

was tackled by a player. Clark looked around for a teammate, but only saw one standing way

down field, out of someone else's range. He threw the football, and everyone watched as it

soared through the air, then hit the ground.

"Ok. Everyone back, we're going to try this again." Jason said, as everyone got back in their

positions.

Meanwhile Chloe and Lois arrived at LutherCorp in Metropolis. "Hello, can I help you?" A

receptionist at the front desk asked.

"Yes, I'm Chloe Sullivan, to see Lex Luthor." Chloe said.

"I don't see anything here," the receptionist said, looking at the computer. "Are you sure you

have an appointment?"

"No, I'm a friend of his." Chloe said.

"Chloe Sullivan?" The receptionist repeated, and Chloe nodded. "Mr. Luthor is a busy man and

doesn't have time to see friends at the moment."

"Listen lady," Lois said, as she put her hands on the desk. "We're going to see Lex, so buzz him

and tell him we're coming up, ok?"

"I can't, he's not here." The receptionist said.

"Where is he?" Chloe asked.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot disclose that." The receptionist said, and Lois glared at her. "But I can

give him a message that you dropped by."

"Thank you," Chloe said, as her and Lois headed to the door. "I'll be back later," she said, and

left.

"Clark, can I have a word with you?" Jason asked, as practice ended. Clark nodded and

walked over as the other players headed to the locker room.

"What is it, Jason?" Clark asked.

"I want to talk with you about your game," Jason said.

"Yeah, I think I did really good today. Guess I'm getting the hang of it," Clark said.

"Actually, I'm disappointed," Jason said.

"What?" Clark asked, surprised.

"Well, watching you play it seems like you have a lot of talent, but you're holding yourself back."

Jason said.

"But I only started this year," Clark began. "I'm just happy that I'm not tripping up on the field."

"Don't be so modest. I saw you at last week's game and think you could be a star player,"

Jason said. "And that's why I invited a scout to this week's game."

"You what !?" Clark yelled.

"Just play like I know you can play, and your education and money problems will be over,"

Jason said. "I should get going, good luck this week. "He said and walked off the field, as Clark

just stood there.

"Luthor, you have a visitor." A large prison guard said, outside Lionel Luthor's cell. Lionel

climbed off of his bunk and followed the guard to the visor's area. Lionel approached a booth,

then looked down in disgust. "What do you want?" He asked into the phone receiver, as he sat

down.

"What do you think dad?" Lex asked on the other line. "Answers."

"Answers to what, Lex?" Lionel asked.

"Something was stolen from LuthorCorp last night, something important." Lex replied.

"And naturally you think of me," Lionel said. "You need more inquisitiveness, son."

"Who else would have the ability to get into such a secure room at LuthorCorp?" Lex asked.

"Incase you haven't noticed, I have bigger things on my mind lately than your trinkets, Lex."

Lionel said.

"Oh, it was more than just a trinket." Lex said.

"I hate to burst your bubble son, but I am not the root of all the bad things that happen." Lionel

said.

"Really, because if you had a cloak I think you would look just like the Emperor." Lex said. He

then hung up the phone receiver and walked out of the room.