SmallVille
The Evil Legend
Chapter Three: The Midwest
Starts after Exodus:
The Midwest was filled with farms stretching for miles. Some where small and Clark saw the differences in each one. 131 west bound was packed with cars during rush hour traffic as he made his way through the two lain high way. Some dark clouds had formed in the distance as the wind picked up. Clark remembered last May when the tornado had ripped through Kansas destroying everything in its path. It took so long to repair, and seeing the weather pattern here in Michigan seemed to be acting the same way in month of May. A camper flew by him like it was driving drunk in the middle of the afternoon.
The suns rays felt good going through his body. He always enjoyed the sun. It made him stronger each morning. The nights seemed to drag on forever. Last night had caught up with him, but he still dragged it out and watched the highway of Illinois drift into silence. Hearing the thunder clap through the sky he saw that he'd have to get off the road for a few hours. He hadn't really thought of where to stay, and did think of a Wal-Mart or Meijer's. Though he still had to get a hold of Dr. Swann and tell him he was coming. Looking at his watch it said twelve thirty in the afternoon.
Some cars where moving to the off rams coming up. The sign read Center Ave, exit 31. Grinning to himself he didn't really want to pull over in a town, but he had to save gas as much as he could. Knowing he had no money or means to get food he slowly pulled up to the stop light. A car of girls sat across from him smiling and giggling at him. He turned up the radio hearing the sounds of Pretty Piece of Flesh. He smiled at the girls and revved up his engine. Once the light turned green the girls watched him speed off down the road.
The feeling of twelve more hours hadn't crossed his mind yet as he leaned on the gas and went about six miles in. A small town came into view. He looked at the gas tank, and realized that he had used the extra bottle of gas his dad had stored in the back of it earlier on the trip. Seeing the four-way light up head he waited again and went through right as it turned green. He never realized how slow most Michigan drivers where. It was crazy, and drove him nuts. Seeing a car next to him with a pack load of high school guys in it they shouted and waved their hands out the window. The young driver in the seat of the car urged Clark to race through the light as he revved up his engine along with the loud speakers bouncing the poor car up and down. Clark smiled and didn't even look at them as he agreed silently to himself and leaned on the petal making the bike go as far as it would go through the light. Looking at the tires on the car next him he used his heat vision on the tires in the back of their car setting them into flames. The car jolted to a halt right in the middle of the intersection leaving Clark a clean get away of cheating at the race. A cop car was sitting at the other side of the light seeing everything and started his light. Pulling up to the car the teenagers where already out of the car far away from the fire, as the suns heat made it worse. The fear leaped on every face standing a few inches from the car. They knew they had done something wrong, and the leader of the group that drove the car was outraged by the incident. He had never lost a race like that and had the cops already on his case. He wanted pay back, watching Clark's motorcycle fly down the street near library.
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Pete sat in the loft of the barn that evening. He had spent most of the afternoon with the Kent's explaining what happened. Lana stayed for about and hour and left again in tears. He felt the same way she did. Why not go after him. Though the thought of finding him would be a miracle all together, the day seemed to drag on so slowly Pete wanted to scream. He felt like he betrayed Clark's parents by failing the one thing they feared most; Clark leaving them. They all made a pact on making sure Clark wouldn't do this, and now it was too late. Words had been said, and things were already set in motion. He remembered the long conversation of finding Clark; and his father said they should just wait and see if anything comes up. Pete didn't want to wait, he wanted to go now. Jonathan was right though, they had no idea what direction he was heading or his whole purpose either.
He hadn't heard from Chloe all day, and he knew if he saw her she'd be yelling at him wondering what happened in the Torch office from earlier that day. Seeing she didn't have Clark to yell at, her next target would have been Pete. Pete wiped the whole image out of his head. He didn't want to see it. Taking a deep breath he waited as Martha and Jonathan talked over their plan just in case Clark called. Martha eyes were blood shot from that whole day. It had been over twelve hours since it all began. Now her only son was gone, and it would no longer be a happy home.
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The plain engines screamed loudly over the ocean as Lex scrambled through the sitting area of the plan. His head was spinning and blurred from whatever drug he had in his drink from earlier. Grabbing all his strength he had, he crossed the room in two steps. What was happening to his honeymoon? He was thinking so many things in his head. Hearing his voice over the loud engine crying for Helen he realized she wasn't on the plain anymore that was about to blunder into the bottomless sea below. Lex's eyes widened and ran to the back of the ship as he watched in horror.
The glass of the cock pit shattered spraying larges amount of water into the airplane. Grabbing the handle to the side door of the room he saw a live jacket laying there. Holding his body up as the water spilled in he held his breath and grab hold of it as the aircraft slipped into the water. His body felt numb and wanted this to end. Did his father had this plan all along and he was too blind to see because of love? He now allowed his anger take hold of him and swam through the airplane into the cockpit. He knew that would be his only way out, and grabbed hold of the side of the metal window frame. Feeling the sharp wet glass cut his skin he pushed himself forward and pushed his body away from the flow of the aircraft. He kicked as hard as he could; remembering he was a survival expert. His life was not done here, and he would find out who did this to him. He felt the cold water move around his body as he continued upward seeing the sun light cascading down through the water.
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Hearing his motorcycle putter and spit he slowly pulled it into the park lot of the library. Looking back over his shoulder he saw two more cop cars pull out of the police station across the street. He smiled knowing he'd be ready when they came. He was planning on staying the night here, and what better way to end it with a movement of massive destruction as a wake up call to the world.
~ End of Chapter Three
Authors Notes: Thanks for all the reviews. I hope to hear more or any ideas that would be able to help my friend and I write this. Thanks to my friend Jenny for beta reading and pulling ideas out of my head.
