Sorry for the long wait, I've been really busy with people's birthdays and everything. I had a day off school today so I thought I should update. Please R&R, and this part is a little shorter. Sorry.


I picked Chloe up at seven-thirty sharp. She asked again if she could use my work for The Torch but this time I told her that I would draw something just for the paper. That made her a lot happier. But, the thing is, what should I draw? We only spoke about that in the car, I wasn't sure if she wanted me to bring up what happened last night, so I didn't.

When we got to the school, I looked all over of Clark but no sign of him. I asked Lana and Pete but they hadn't seen him either. Maybe he wasn't feeling too well last night and that's why he suddenly left. Well, I called him to find out since my first period was free.

After the first bell rang and everyone was in class, I used a payphone just outside the school to call his house. I had his number written in my notebook somewhere. Once I found it again and dialled, I took out some more change just in case I needed it. After a few rings, someone answered. It was Mrs. Kent.

"Hi, Missus Kent. Is Clark at home?" Maybe he was skipping school and his mom didn't know. I would be the one getting him into sh!t. Nah, I don't think Clark is capable of that.

"Oh, hi Peyton. Clark's at the caves. He mentioned that he had the first two periods free." Caves? Since when did Smallville have caves?

"Where are the caves?" I really needed to talk to Clark so I might as well find out where these caves are. Mrs. Kent gave me clear directions and I went. Dad let me take my own car today because he wanted me to be happier.

After twenty minutes of driving, I got to the caves. Outside, I saw Clark's red pick-up so at least he hadn't left. I slowly walked through the caves and also looked at the walls. There were paintings all over. Mostly of people, but some were strange symbols. All of them were pretty cool. I turned the corner and saw Clark examining a dent in the wall.

"It's pretty quiet down here, huh?" Clark jumped a little then turned around to face me. When he did jump, he dropped an eight-sided platinum disc. "So, what happened to you last night?"

"I kinda lost track of time and I promised my dad that I would help him fix something at the farm." I didn't believe him one bit. The guy couldn't lie to save his own life. I know a lie when I hear one.

"It's OK; I just didn't hear you leave." Clark didn't notice that the disc was still lying on the ground so I quickly picked it up. "What's this for?"

"I'm not too sure. I found it when I came here." Another lie. Does this dude ever tell the truth? Then I saw that the dent was the same shape as the disc. Maybe it could fit in there.

"Oh. Does it fit in there?" I asked as I pointed to the dent, whilst walking towards it too. "Wanna try to put it in there?"

"Uh... no, I don't think that's a good idea Peyton." Why the hell not? "We should go."

"Wait Clark. Why wouldn't it be a good idea? I'll let you put it in." He hesitated a little. What was he scared of? I handed him the disc then watched him as he slot it into the wall. It started glowing three different colors. Red, blue and yellow. Then the paintings around the dent started moving. I stepped back, as did Clark. Suddenly, a glowing blue light came shooting out of the wall and hit Clark in the chest. It went right through him and lifted him off the ground as well. It looked very, very painful. Then the light disappered and Clark fell back onto the ground. I ran right over to him and started shaking him vigorously but he wouldn't budge.

"Clark! Clark! Wake up!" Oh myfcuking god. He was out cold. I started shouting for help but there was no-one else around. I got out my cell and tried calling 911 but it kept cutting off because of a low battery. Sh!t. I was totally freaking out here.

Thirty minutes passed and Clark was still out. I stop shaking him around ten minutes ago since I knew it wasn't working. I looked at his watch to see the time and it was already second period. But I couldn't just leave him here. I had to wait until he woke up.

He started making moaning sounds and he also started moving a little. He slowly opened his eyes and turned towards me.

"Are you alright Clark?" I helped him sit up and lent him against the closest wall. "That looked pretty sort. I should have listened to you. Sorry."

"I'm OK I guess. And yeah, it was pretty sore and it's alright. How long was I out for?" I wasn't all too sure on that. I estimated it was around half an hour.

"Thirty minutes or so. Are you sure you're OK? I'll take you home if you want." I really wanted him to go home, he might be really hurt. And his parents should really know about this.

"Could you?" I nodded, helped him up onto his feet and lead him to my car. It was a pink/purple convertible that my dad bought me for my sixteenth birthday. I aided Clark into the passenger's seat then I jumped into the driver's seat and started up the car.

During the car ride to the Kent farm, I couldn't stop worrying about Clark. He kept drifting in and out of consciousness and he looked very ill. The road was empty so I sped up.

"Clark, could you hand me my cell?" I had an in-car charger so I put it in there earlier. Clark took it out, gave it to me then fell asleep again. I quickly dialled the Kent farm. Mr. Kent answered.

"Mr. Kent, its Peyton. Clark's friend. Something happened at the caves and he's really ill." My attention wasn't on the road anymore. All I could think about was getting Clark home.

"Ill?" He sounded... well, surprised. Where are you the now?" I didn't know this. I guessed I was around four or something miles away. I moved my cell phone into my other hand quickly. I heard a faint whisper but ignore it then I started talking to Mr. Kent again.

"I'm about three or four miles away from the farm but I'll probably get there in ten or fifteen minutes." I heard the whisper again and I turned to Clark. He was pointing toward something on the road. So, I faced the road again and saw a large truck coming towards us. I slammed on the breaks but it was too late. The last thing I remember was me, screaming and faintly hearing Mr. Kent shouting to me on my cell. Then everything went black.