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Chapter 17: In the Blood

Clark stared at the door fearfully. He took a few steps back, not sure if he should rush the person who was about to enter.

Frampson slowly opened the door, a sadistic smile was plastered onto his face.

Clark winced slightly, instantly recognizing the pain. He frowned, if he didn't have his powers, why did Kryptonite still hurt so much?! His eyes searched Frampson for the source, but found nothing but a small needle in the madman's hand.

"Now," Frampson started, "step back boy, and you won't get hurt. I'm just going to give her a little something." He raise the needle, as if to illustrate his point.

Clark looked back to Alley, she had a look of intense fear in her eyes. Clark didn't understand, was there Kryptonite in the needle? Was the man insane enough to actually put that inside her?! He grabbed Frampson and tried to push him out of the room. He hadn't realized how hard that was to do with someone when you weren't a few hundred times stronger than them. His hand slipped, and Frampson's hand, still holding the needle, came down on his forearm. Clark howled in pain, the needle had gone into his arm slightly. It felt as if someone had lit it on fire.

Frampson stepped back, "That wasn't meant for you, boy." He turned to Alley, "The next time, it gets in you, alien."

He turned and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Alley rushed up to Clark, who had fallen to the floor gasping, clutching his arm. His body started shaking, "God!" He gasped, "It hurts!"

Alley calmly tried to quiet him, in soothing tones, she said, "Calm down, Clark, being afraid will only make it worse."

Clark closed his eyes and gasped again, "How would you know?!"

"Just trust me. Calm down. Breath. Keep moving your fingers."

Clark made an attempt, but his fingers would not move, god it hurt! "I-I can't!" He cried.

"You have to. Try!"

Clark tried again. His fingers moved slightly.

"Yes, keep it up, it will get better."

He whimpered as the burning sensation started to spread. He tried to breath.

"No fear, Clark, it'll be over in a few minutes. I'm here. Just keep moving your hand."

Clark did. God it hurt. He just wanted it to stop. It lasted the longest seven and a half minutes of Clark's life.

A/N: Okay, I know this is really freaking short. I will try VERY hard to make the next one longer. But this was finals week people! And I had an 8 page paper, 2-500 word essays, chemistry notes to make up, and a political science test to study for. And that was just the school stuff. I also had a catering job I had to make about 30 pans of stuff for, and other random things like that.

And besides:

Today is my 19th birthday!

BE NICE!

I now have like 2 weeks off. Aside from a catering job on new years eve. So I can update more. Have more time to write and stuff. Like I said in the last chapter, things are winding down. I know what I want to happen, I knew from the minute I started this fic, but it's getting it written that's the hard part. And I finally started the comic book for a friend of mine. It's awesome. Everyone has to read it. It's going to be the greatest comic series the world has ever known. There is only one problem: the storyline is different depending on who buys it (Marvel, DC, or some independent), so we have to write like three different pitches. Fun. But yeah. So that's what I've been up to lately.

Wish me a happy birthday!

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