As Lionel and his men emptied their weapons in the small kitchen of the Kent farm, they were shocked to see not only were the Kents unscathed. But Lionel noticed Clark holding two large balls on metal in his hands, his eyes glowing red.
Suddenly Lionel's gun became to hot to hold onto, he and his men dropped their weapons.
"I warned you Luthor!" Clark hissed.
Lionel and his men stood in shock as Clark grabbed Lionel and slammed him against the wall. No matter what he did he could not break the grip in fact it looked like Clark hardly noticed the struggling as he spoke to his parents.
"Mom, Dad, get out!" Clark yelled at them.
"Clark, I can't let you do this." Jonathan started.
"Dad, I have to put an end to this." Clark sighed as he turned his full attention back to Lionel
"Not like this Clark." Cried Martha in a panic, "You can't let him win."
"Please…" Clark begged his parents. "I am the cause of this. I must put an end to it."
His parents merely nodded, they had done the best they could to raise him. Clark would do the right thing. Of that they were sure.
Lionel watched as Martha dragged Jonathan back to the house. As he looked at Clark he saw that this boy had grown, perhaps he had underestimated the mystery that is Clark Kent. For the first time he understood what fear really was.
Now as he realized what Clark had meant from his threat. He had stopped the bullets so fast he didn't appear to move at all, he had stopped them with his hands, but finally his only hope to control him was walking back into the house.
"Jonathan! If you help me I will forget everything I have seen here today..." Lionel said knowing the one thing that could draw the farmer back was fear for his family. Just like the one thing that could stop Clark was love for the same.
TBC…