Nothing Left-Part Five
Jonathon was driving as fast as possible to get to the School. Thoughts were surging through his mind. Would he kill to protect his son.'Of course I would,' Jonathon thought. He finally reached the school and quietly walked to the school pool, making no noise to alert anyone to his presence. His shotgun was loaded and he had extra shots in his pockets if he needed to. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Mike's voice, "See my dad was the late and great Morgan Edge, Lana." Jonathon's mouth dropped Morgan Edge knew everything about their secret. "See before dad died he sent me a letter saying that Clark here was dangerous and he could be killed by Clark when he was dealing with him. His dying wish was for me to use his secrets against him and get revenge." Lana didn't understand how Clark would personally know Morgan Edge. All she knew is that Clark was about to die and he needed to be rescued this time.
Jonathon quickly prayed for strength and to know what to do. There was no turning back. He rounded the corner and led in with the shotgun. As soon as he saw Clark he felt like crying, but knew he had to be strong. "Son I think you best untie my son right NOW!" Mr. Kent's voice alarmed Mike, Lana, and his buddies. "The police are on the way and if you don't untie him and drop the gun. I'm not afraid to shoot." Mike laughed. "You think you're going to shoot me," Mike laughed. Jonathon aimed a shot and quickly fired it right above Mike's head. "What the hell. You almost shot me," Mike looked surprised. "Like I said untie my son and Lana now!" Mike told his friends to untie Lana and he bent down to untie Clark. "Throw the gun over here," Jonathon demanded. Mike threw the gun and his buddies ran out as he untied Clark. "Lana you made a mistake," Mike said through gritted teeth and with that he untied Clark and let him sink to the bottom of the pool and ran. Lana screamed, "NO!" Then she jumped in after him. She struggled with Clark who was now laying at the bottom of the pool. Finally, she got momentum and pulled him to the surface so Jonathon could pull him out. Jonathon quickly ripped the kryptonite off his chest, but there was no improvement. He didn't get it. He told Lana to do CPR and she started pressing down on his chest. Then, she held his nose and breathed into his mouth. Nothing happened. "Please Clark open your eyes. Open your eyes," Lana cried. She kept doing CPR for another minute but he still wasn't breathing. Suddenly Jonathon noticed the bulge on Clark's legs. He pulled the drenched sweat pants off to reveal kryptonite strapped to his legs. He pulled it off and told Lana to continue. After another minute, Clark spit out all the water. Lana was relieved for a second and then she noticed he don't open his eyes. "Mr. Kent, he's freezing cold. We need to get him somewhere warm." Jonathon picked Clark up and struggled to get him to the truck.
He wrapped a blanket around Clark and set him in the seat. Lana sat in the truck and rested his freezing head on her lap. Jonathon sped home just as fast as he had driven there. He could not believe that the legacy of Morgan Edge had come back to haunt the Kent's once again. Lana just ran her fingers through Clark's soft, wet brown hair. She occasionally rubbed his cheekbone. 'This all happened because of me. This wasn't his fault. He didn't cause this. I was wrong. I'm the one who caused it.' They finally arrived at the Kent's house and Martha came running out. "Oh my God. Jonathon what happened." Lana hopped out of the truck and Jonathon heaved Clark into the house and on the couch. "Some boys tied Clark to the diving board at the school and . ." His voice dropped down to a whisper, "Kryptonite was strapped to his chest and legs for a longtime. Martha. One boy said he was Morgan Edge's son. Clark stopped breathing." Martha started to cry and Lana came to her and put her arm around Mrs. Kent for comfort. Lana couldn't help but look at Clark's lifeless face and a tear drifted down her face. If he died then he would think that she didn't love him, that she hated him. How could she live with having the one person that she loved most, die thinking she hated him.
Lana went by the couch and pulled up a chair so she could sit and hold Clark's hand. Jonathon and Martha went upstairs so they could talk. "Jonathon he is barely breathing we have to get him to a doctor. Look, I know you think we can't trust doctors, but I will not let our pride get in the way so our son dies. He needs help." Jonathon didn't know what to do. They couldn't let their son die. "Okay. We'll do it," Jonathon replied. They walked downstairs to see Lana holding their sons hand. That was one scenario that always seemed right to Martha. Lana and Clark. "Mr. Kent, are you going to call a doctor or take him to the hospital?" Lana asked. Mr. Kent nodded, "We're going to go call him one right now. First he needs some warm clothes. I think I'll carry him up to his room and change him and you can sit with him if you want to." Lana nodded. She didn't want to leave his side, but she knew she couldn't be present to help in the next task.
Mr. Kent took about ten minutes dressing Clark in new sweat pants and a white t-shirt. He laid Clark in bed and placed warm fleece blankets over him. He went downstairs to see that Lana had made coffee. "Coffee, Mr. Kent?" Jonathon nodded and said, "You can go up if you want to." Lana poured him a cup and headed up the stairs. She walked into Clark's bedroom she had never been in here before. They had always met up in his loft. She walked over to Clark and gave him a kiss on his cheek. She pulled up a chair next to his bed and started to hold his hand. She couldn't find any words to say. She knew he was unconscious but she thought that she should talk to him. She realized the words weren't coming so she sat there in silence holding his hand and laying her hand on his cheek.
Mr. Kent called a great doctor in town who they knew they could trust. "Dr. Barnes, thanks for coming," Jonathon said shaking his hand. "Doctor you see Clark is very sick, but we have something to tell you that we need your promise not to tell anyone ...."