Thank you for those few reviews I recieved. This is my first time as a writer, so thank you so much.Here's chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Here Without You
It took the young man a few seconds to realize where he was. His head throbbed, he was covered in dirt and sweat, and his shirt was missing. He quickly looked around for his backpack. His eyes settled on the ratty bag and he crawled over to it, placing it in his arms. "That was close," He whispered. This was his life. It was his job to make sure this stone wouldn't go out. Because if it did, so would he. And he'd never return.
One week later...
Jonathan Kent looked at his son, who was sleeping on the couch. He stifled the urge to smack his son as he let out a loud snore. He knew he shouldn't, though. He'd probably break his hand, and this was only the second time he's been able to sleep since Alicia's death. He hadn't brought it up, though. Jonathan just wished he could steal Clark's pain. Even if it was only for a moment. He was broken from his reverie as his son's voice filled his ears. "No, Alicia... I love you..." His voice was quickly silenced.
Clark looked around him. Why was he in the barn? He looked around before using his superspeed to Alicia's house. He searched the stables one by one, before finding Alicia's body in the sixth one. He dropped to his knees and held her lifeless body in his hands. Tears filled his eyes as he heard footsteps approaching fast. He didn't look up as a woman's gasp reached his ears. "No, Alicia... I love you..." He said quietly, tears falling from his eyes as he stroked her hair. "Clark," It was Lois, "I think I know who did this... and where to find him."
The next thing Clark knew, he was battling the man who had killed Alicia and attacked Lana and Jason. He used his heat vision on his sand form. He fell to the ground, burning up. Clark pinned the man to the wall, his fingers closing tightly around the others'throat. He saw Lois in the corner of his eye as she ran inside and grabbed his arm. "Stop, Clark." She pleaded as he squeezed tighter, "Let him go. He's not worth it." He finally relented and dropped his hands to his sides, clenched. "It's okay, Clark..." Lois soothed, embracing her saddened friend as she stroked his hair. (I don't think that happened, but I just added it for the plot.)
Jonathan saw his son bolt upright; he was drenched in his own sweat. "Another nightmare, son?" He asked quietly, sitting at the end of the couch, by his feet. "Yeah... it was different this time, though." He said, looking up, "Usually I wake up when I find Alicia in the barn. This time I relived fighting the guy who killed her. And Lois was in it." Jonathan looked at his son, sadness brimming within him. He hated seeing his son like this. First Lana, now Alicia.
Weeks later(Spoilers for Lucy)
"Lois, honey, Chloe is here." Martha called from the front door. "Honey?" Chloe questioned, "That's a new one for Lois." "Oh, it's out of habit... I call Clark that." The older woman said as Lois appeared behind her. "What are you doing here, Chlo?" She asked as the blonde stepped in, "And what are you wearing?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she took in her cousin's appearance. "Something Lucy got me." Chloe said, going over and sitting on the couch. "Great," Lois muttered and sat next to her.
Clark looked up and glanced at the girls, before looking back down at his magazine. He wasn't even reading the magazine. He was looking at a picture of him, Chloe, Lex, his parents,Lois, and even Lana and Jason. It wastaken when everything was good again. It had been at the party Lana had thrown for the football team's win. Chloe was next to him on his left side, Lex was next to her, a rare smile on his face, then was Lana and Jason. On his other side was Lois, where his arm was wrapped around her shoulders, then his parents. He smiled, and shut the magazine, placing it on the table in front of him.
"How've you been lately?" Chloe asked, looking at Clark. "I've been okay." He admitted, "Still having nightmares, though." His brow furrowed as a strange feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. "What's wrong, Smallville?" Lois asked, an eyebrow raised in question. Both women had noted the look on his face. "Nothing," He lied. He shot up and into the kitchen as the phone rang, using his normal speed. He quickly answered it. "Hey, Lex." He said, "Friday? Right! No, I didn't forget... fine. Seven it is." He hung up.He went back into the living room and sat down on the chair. "Lex is picking us all up at seven onFriday night for the ceremony and party." He answered, curious because the sensation disappeared when the phone rang.
Chloe had excused herself later that day, after her father had called her, requesting that she return home for dinner. She had begged to stay at the Kent's, but her father had arranged a special father-daughter bonding dinner in the town. Clark guessed that he wanted to spend time with her since they were going to the new restaurant that was built next to the Talon. It was a fancy place, but did not have a suit and tie theme. After she left, though, he and Lois had nothing to do. It had started to rain, and then turned into a full-blown storm.
"Great... just great..." Lois muttered, looking through her purse. "What are you looking for?" Clark asked, raising a curious eyebrow at her, "You know what? Don't answer that... I don't want to know." He turned his attention back to the television screen. "Very funny, Smallville. I'm just looking for gum." She snapped, getting irritated and nicotine deprived. "Calm down," He said, standing up and walking into the kitchen. There was a moment when she didn't think he was coming back, so she followed him. She took a seat as he started doing something, him not knowing she was right there. He opened a cupboard, reaching in for something. He threw it over his shoulder, and a pack of nicorette landed in front of her. "Smooth," She said, smirking, "Where'd you get this from?" "I got just incase you got all irritable bacause you were nicotine deprived like you are now." He said, leaning on the table in front of her. "Come on, Smallville. I'm not that bad, am I?" She asked, leaning forward, her head on her entwined hands, palms down.
Clark thought about ot for a moment, looking up. He looked back down and realized Lois was now in front of him. "You're worse," He said, a playful smile smile on his face. She glared at him. He backed away slowly, actually in fear of the woman in front of him. "Just be glad your parents are home." She said, giving him an empty threat. She was rewarded by him sticking his tongue out at her.
