Smallville
The Evil Legend
Takes Please after Exodus.
Thanks again to all the comments and added tid pits I may need on my way of placing this story together. I still have a great long list of ideas for this story and how I want it to turn out. Sorry so long in responding. But if anyone is out there that has time to Beta Read for me. Please let me know. I do normally go in and edit as much as I can since I'm a late night writer. My dreams and thoughts come out all at once at night, and my spelling is a little shaking at that time. So please have fun reading the second chapter. And thanks. *Smiles*
~ Back Home
Chloe stopped dead in her tracks as she entered the Torch. All her paper's, drawer's, and important information lay open on the ground. It had only been a month since Lionel had his team in here repairing it. Her heart sunk once more as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Why did things have to turn out bad for her? Everything she came close to ended up in a mess or the times where Clark would worry about a new guy in her life. She rolled her eyes back in her head for a moment to calm herself down. This time she had to forget about Clark. Now that was a story of its own. After the long intense meeting with Lionel that afternoon left her anger subsided. He always seemed to have the right words to say around her. She knew Clark probably wouldn't like the fact of her helping him out. But he wouldn't have to keep an eye on her now. Slowly grabbing every item she saw on the floor she placed them back in their place. Observing each one she went through her head on what story she had to use them on. Or what story they had already been used for. Pete normally helped her keep a record on all the weird things that happened in the office. They had made a diary out of it half way through the year since the wall of weird was pretty much plastered with news article after news article.
Seeing her small radio in the corner of the room she hit the on button. She needed something to calm her and take the dreaded thought of Clark and Lana out of her head. Even though she was good friends with Lana, the thought still hurt, and she knew it would never in a million years happen to her, after she fought with Clark that afternoon before Lex's wedding. The quiet halls of that Saturday seemed haunting. Each hall had its own smell and exotic mist from the sunlight that cascaded through the building. Some of the older lockers in the halls rattled when the wind blew in from the doors. The windows near the entrance creaked as though someone wanted to pull them closed. Ruffled posters from the party that Friday still hung on walls over lockers, and door rooms. Chloe was going to go but after seeing she'd not have a date, and that her work at the Torch wouldn't be done; she didn't want to bother with it.
She hadn't heard from Lana since that afternoon, and she heard from someone that the Kent's were at the hospital. Whatever happened before Lex's wedding was a mystery in its self.
Chloe made her way to the desk where she kept a few of her items hidden away from articles of the Torch. Going threw the drawer she noticed her ring was gone. This left her even more upset, and knew the one person she had to find, Clark.
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Clark made his way he had stopped a few times to make sure he was going the right way. He was sure he'd be there in one more day. Though the thought of getting a hold of Dr. Swann still was going to be hard, he had left in such a hurry he forgot to grab any of the emails he had sent him. Looking down the high way he breathed in heavily. He shook all the past out of his morning thoughts and made his way.
~*~
Martha sat at the waiting room of the hospital as she waited for Jonathan to pay for the bill. Her heart was still tired, and hurt from what had happened. Why had Clark done what he did? He was normally good at telling them what was happening in his life. She just hoped nothing had happened since he brought them to the hospital. She felt something deep in her stomach that told her to hurry. Seeing Jonathan at the front desk talking she saw his tired eyes looking at the clock and back at the lady, she could tell he was thinking. Getting up slowly she felt her stomach ach a little and then hurried over to him. Jonathan placed his arm around her and held her close. It felt good to be back in her arms. He almost thought he lost her as well as the baby. Jonathan was still angry at his son, but now he knew Martha would be in total shock when they go home.
"Jonathan what's wrong?" Martha asked him. Jonathan sat behind the wheel of the car they had to borrow.
"It's nothing honey." Jonathan lied. Martha could sense it under this sigh; "Jonathan!" She shouted a little louder. Even though she was tired, and still hurt over the baby she wanted to make sure Clark would be home when they got there.
"Clark was at the hospital last night." Jonathan started to explain. Martha dreaded to hear what was going to come next; "We got into an argument and I gave him a look I shouldn't have done." Jonathan told her. Martha's eyes widened; "Jonathan;" She breathed.
"I know I shouldn't have looked at him like that. But we were all upset. People do stupid things around their kids at times like that. And for Clark that's one of them. I feel so guilty now for what I did. I saw Clark's face in the corner of my eye as I came into the room with you. It was all I could do not to look at him." Jonathan's eyes started to fill with tears.
"You need to talk to him!" Martha shouted. She looked ahead seeing the farm come into view. She didn't want to see it, or be near it. It left too many nightmares in her dreams.
"I can't Martha!" Jonathan shouted over his tears that started to spill down his face.
"Why not;" Martha asked.
"Because I don't think our son is home any more." Jonathan sniffed back his tears and tiredness knowing the farm would never be the same with out Clark. He slowly pulled into the driveway and helped Martha out of the car. Seeing the place where their storm cellar use to be Martha's heart sunk, and knew right then their son was no where near Smallville any more.
"What are we going to do?" Martha asked him.
"I don't know. But I know a father; son talk wouldn't work this time." Jonathan told her honestly.
~*~
Lionel had his team sweep the mansion for anything that Lex may have had on Clark. He knew Lex was a head of him, and the honeymoon gift was his way of taking that all away. The dark halls gave him peace, but longed to know what were behind every door of his son's house. The words from Doctor Walden were still heard in his head. Watching every team exit each room one came forward.
"You may want to come and see this Mr. Luthor." One said to him. He held a key in his hand and mad his way to the room just accrossed the hall from the office. Lionel held his breath for what seemed to be hours. Hearing the click of the lock turn every so slightly, they entered a museum. The room glowed blue as the lights cascaded through the room. Small computers tops glowed bright showing pictures of the octagon piece, a few other experiments his son had Dr. Hamilton do just before he died sat closer to the door. A drawing of Clark's family tree stood before him, along with his ID card. Lionel smiled and went further into the room now seeing the car that almost killed his son's life one year ago. It sat there in heap of rumble that had started to rust. A small desk sat just behind it with a lap top on top. A light glowed white over some papers lying just beside it. Lionel looked down and read a few more interviews on how Clark was always in police investigations and more on how may people he saved. Plus a few that Chloe Sullivan did earlier that year on the cave findings. Opening the drawers he found a small box about the size of a cigar holder. Opening it slowly he saw a silver tube shinning from the light hitting it. Slowly taking it out he grinned knowing this is what he came for. The unlocked mystery his son kept hidden from him, and the untold story of Clark Kent. Holding the vial in this hand he watched the blood move up and down in the vial. The team awaited his call. Lionel slowly made his way up to them; "I want this room evacuated as soon as possible." Lionel's orders echoed across the room as he left holding the vial in his hand. Clark Kent would soon belong to him just as everything else he already owned. He smiled leaving the room watching his team grab each item from it. He just hoped Chloe was having more head way on her side of the story she promised.
~ End of Chapter Two
Authors Notes: That's a ton for all the million reviews. My friend and I are still working on this. I was going to do my chapter for Channeling Worlds, but this was in my head all day at work. I know I worked the holiday. But please for my reward for the night send me a ton of reviews or any ideas you'd like. Thanks again.
