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SHOCK HORROR SHOCK HORROR or The Grand adventures of Clark Luthor

Part 2: Mind Readers with a Crush

Chapter 1: The escape

"Hey Ryan," the doctor said as he entered and lock the door.

The boy sat frozen on the cold white bed, sterile, like the rest of the room. He didn't shiver, didn't even flinch when the doctor entered, he knew the doctor was coming and he certainly knew why he was here; even if he couldn't read his mind he would know.

Dr. Garner shrugged off his white lab coat, hanging it on the cold metal before leaning over the boy's bed.

"How are you feeling Ryan?" The doctor asked as he ran his hand over the boy's pale chest, removing the wires from it slowly, one by one.

"As good as one can feel when you know you're dying, being used as a lab rat and know you're about to get fucked." The boy replied crudely as he looked bitterly at the doctor.

Dr. Garner smirked as he kissed his chest. "So young yet so cynical," he muttered before climbing onto the small bed.

"What else can one expect to be after reading your mind?" The boy replied, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Don't you have any sense of guilt doctor?"

"Of course I do," he said as he trailed kisses down the boy's abdomen, "I just couldn't resist."

"One would think the fact that I'm dying would at least faze you," he said as he lifted the doctor's face up and stared into his eyes. "But it only makes you want to get as much as you can, doesn't it doctor? Just like with your research."

Dr. Garner didn't reply, instead he pressed his mouth to Ryan's as his hands went inside the waist band of the boy's boxers.

The boy's cold demeanor changed instantly as he began to struggle. His screams were muffled by the mouth covering his and his kicks only worked to spread his legs further to the doctor's ministrations.

The lips were replaced by the doctor's hand as his boxers were pulled down to his knees. The boy turned his head, noticed the IV bag and got an idea. He began to relax as his hands went round the doctor's neck.

"That's a good boy" the doctor murmured as he thrust his erection against the young boy. Ryan bit his lips as he began fumbling with the needle inside his hand, pulling off the tape and wincing as fingers began to probe his anus, but he tried not to focus on that. Instead he concentrated, carefully pulling the needle out.

Then when the doctor lowered his guard, he plunged the needle into the doctor's neck and kicked him off. The greenish yellow liquid dripping into his system, weakening him as Ryan pulled his boxers up and stood up on the bed. He began climbing into the air conditioning duct above the bed.

The boy kept on crawling in the dark, turning corners and continuing until he found an office with a phone.

The ringing of the phone broke Martha's concentration on her crossword puzzle. She looked around to find that she was the only one in the house, Clark was spending time with his 'brother' again and Jonathan was out in the field.

She picked up the phone and before she could say anything, a distressed and familiar voice whispered through the phone.

"Clark? You gotta help me."

"Ryan? Is that you? I'm sorry but Clark's with Lex right now. What's wrong honey?" Martha asked worriedly.

Ryan had to stop himself from cursing in front of Mrs. Kent.

"Ryan! Open the door right now!" The orderly said as he pounded on the locked door. Ryan became more desperate.

"Mrs. Kent please. Tell Clark to get me out of here please. Please!"

"Ryan calm down. Where are you? What's going on"

"A hospital called Summerholt. Please, I gotta get out of here please! They're experimenting on me!"

The orderly broke in through the door and put down the phone before laying Ryan on the table.

"Please don't please, don't put that in me!" he pleaded as the orderly held him down and injected the syringe into his temple. The boy stopped struggling and went unconscious.

"Ryan!" Martha called through the phone but was greeted with the sound of being disconnected. She put the phone back down and dialed again.

"Oh Lex!" Clark murmured approvingly as Lex's mouth bit down on his hardening nipples. It had been over a week since he the DNA results came out, announcing to the world his Luthor heritage (well, actually Pete's heritage cause it was his DNA they switched the alien one with) 6 days since he lost his virginity to Lionel and Lex. Since then it was like a whole new and exciting world of pleasure had opened itself to him and he was so eager to learn more, just as the Luthors were eager to teach him.

He thrust his erection into the body above him relishing in the heat of Lex's body when his pants began to vibrate. Clark moaned before reaching into his pocket.

Lex grabbed his hand and smirked.

"Leave it there," he said as he thrust his own hard length into it and began sucking on Clark's neck.

Clark considered this.

"I can't," Clark replied quickly before changing his mind. "It could be an emergency," he said as he pushed Lex off him enough to get to it.

"What could be more urgent than this?" Lex did not whine, as he thrust his erection against Clark. The boy ignored him.

"Hello? Mum?"

"Clark, Ryan called earlier. I think he's in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"I don't know but he sounded really distressed, telling us to get him out."

"Out of where?" he said, holding a palm up to the frustrated Lex who was trying to get the phone away from him.

"He said a hospital called Summerholt. I called his aunt but the phone's been disconnected. And there's no listing of any hospital by that name in Edge City. I'm worried Clark, he sounded really scared."

"Alright mum, I'll go see what I can do," he said before hanging up. Then he turned to Lex.

"What is it this time?" he asked knowingly.

"It's Ryan. He called earlier, asking me to get him out of a place called Summerholt, but mum couldn't find it listed."

Lex rolled his eyes. "Alright fine, go do your hero duty. I'm going to go take a very cold shower." He said as he got up and walked away.

At the torch office.

"I just keep thinking I missed something." Clark sighed in frustration. "I was so busy dealing with the whole Luthor thing I didn't get to email him as much. I should have known something was wrong. This is all my fault. ALL MY FAULT."

"Clark, will you just shut up with that whole blaming yourself thing." Pete cut in before Clark could continue.

"It ain't your fault! It ain't your fault that the meteor shower hit Smallville. It ain't your fault that Lana's parents died. It ain't your fault that Lex lost his hair. It ain't your fault that Chloe's going through an identity crisis. It ain't your fault that your dad is constantly paranoid. It ain't your fault that Bush won the election. It ain't your fault that there's global warming. It ain't your fault that John Lennon died. It ain't your fault that Elvis took diet pills. It ain't your fault that there's floods in Bangladesh. It ain't your fault that there's Earthquakes in San Francisco. It ain't your fault that Franz Ferdinand was assassinated. It ain't your fault that kids are starving in Ethiopia, or that designers employ slave labor in third world countries, or that the gap between the rich and the poor is widening by the minute, or that we are destroying all of our natural resources, or that we are consuming more than our fair share of the world's energy supply and it certainly ain't your fault that Ryan is missing.

"I know that you're special Clark, but just because some things are out of your hands doesn't mean they're your fault. I know Ryan means a lot to you, but blaming yourself ain't gonna solve nothing." Pete finished as he gave his friend a pat on the back.

"Yes, because what ever happens, it is by the will of our lord." Chloe said, before she started praying.

"Oh dear lord, please help us we are all sinners and we are all going to suffer in the fire of eternal damnation. Cleanse us of our sins, we beg you lord, have mercy on our souls and give us salvation..."

Pete looked at Chloe, kneeling down on the floor. "Looks like you won't be getting any help from her this time, buddy. Try getting Lex to hire a detective to trace the call or something, god knows he'd do anything for you."

"Alright, thanks Pete" and with that he took off.

At Smallville Medical Center

Lana rushed to the hospital the moment she got the message on the answering machine. She knew that Aunt Nell had been acting strangely lately but didn't know there was anything physically wrong with her. I mean sure, she was dancing uncontrollably last night, but who would've thought it was some sort of disease.

Lana almost fainted when she walked into the hospital room.

Aunt Nell looked perfectly ok except for the fact that her skin was glowing. Fluorescently so. Not only that, but it was also changing color. The neon green shifting to blue, then purple, then pink within seconds as the women scratched at her skin.

"Aunt Nell, are you ok?!!!"

The women looked up at her niece and gave her a white lipped smile. "Hey Lana, don't worry I'm alright, everyone's just over-reacted. I'm perfectly alright, there's nothing wrong with me... Except for this itching." She said as she continued scratching.

Lana's mouth was still hanging open as she stared. "What happened?" she said as she moved closer, staring at the color changing skin. She hesitantly touched it with her finger tip. Then she jolted back. The skin was moving by itself.

"I honestly don't know. I just woke up this morning and was itching everywhere. Dean saw me scratching and completely freaked out, drove me all the way to the hospital. He looked so worried; I never knew he cared that much about me. Isn't that sweet of him?"

Lana stared strangely at her aunt for a while. Then she realized her aunt couldn't see what her skin is doing.

"So what did the doctor say?" Lana asked, trying not to get distracted by the colors.

"I don't know, they said it was some kind of new skin disease. They don't know much about it, so they're sending me to Metropolis tomorrow to check it out."

"Aunt Nell, do you remember anything strange that happened yesterday? Or maybe even a few days back?"

"No honey, why?"

"Think carefully. Try to remember."

Nell was lost in thought for a long moment before she finally answered.

"Well, I did trip and fall into that Lake yesterday, but I don't see how this has anything to do with that. Why?"

Lana thought for a few seconds before reaching into her purse and taking her necklace out. She hovered the glowing green stone over her Aunt's left hand and saw it bubble. She quickly hid it when her aunt brought her hand up to scratch.

"Listen, Lana, there's something I have to tell you."

"What is it?" Lana asked, no longer paying attention as she stared at all the pretty colors. Hypnotised.

"Well you see, if I go to Metropolis, I might not be coming back."

"What do you mean?" The girl asked, bringing her attention back to her aunt for just a second before going back to the skin again.

"Oh Lana it's not that, it's just that Dean just got a job in Metropolis and I was planning on moving there."

"You're moving to Metropolis?"

"Yes, I was waiting for the right time to tell you but since I'm going there anyway I might as well tell you."

Lana was mad at her for about a second but was once again distracted by the rainbow.

"Lana? Lana?" Nell snapped her fingers in front of the teen who was staring, mesmerized by the spectrum of colors.

"Huh? Yes? What?"

"Lana I want you to move to Metropolis with me."

"Oh," Lana said, not even hearing her as she continued to gaze.

"Lana! Are you even listening to me?! Lana! LANA!!!"

"What?" Lana said once she snapped out of it and tried to turn away.

"I said you're moving to Metropolis!"

Lana finally registered the meaning of the words. "But Aunt Nell, what about school? And my friends? And the Talon? I can't believe you're doing this to me!" she said before storming out of the room. To be honest, she just needed an excuse to get away from the addictive colors. It was making her dizzy, and she was starting to have a headache, but they were just so pretty. She knew she'd be there all day if she didn't get away.

Focus Lana focus, she told herself as she tried to bring her attention back to the whole, NOT moving to Metropolis thing.

"Hey Mary," Clark said to the Summerholt Receptionist, giving her a charming smile.

After hiring a detective to trace the call and calling the place and being on hold for hours, he'd asked for Lex to call for him and was told that Ryan wasn't there. He'd already tried to get the police to search the place, but nothing was found. But like they say, if you want something done right you've got to do it yourself. And so here Clark was at the Summerholt Institute trying to get the receptionist to notice him. Eventually she put the phone down.

"How may I help you sir?" the woman said as she looked up. Then she gasped.

"Oh my god! You're Clark Kent Luthor! The illegitimate son of Lionel Luthor, CEO of Luthorcorp!" Mary practically squealed as she said this. "I am such a fan of your family." She said as she brought out her scrap book and turned it to a page with a picture of Clark at the news conference where Lionel introduced him to the world as his son.

"Can I have your autograph?" She handed the book to him along with a pen.

"Umm...sure." Clark said as he started writing.

"When I first saw you on TV that day Mr. Luthor, I thought you were like, so hot. I mean Lionel and Lex are hot too but you...It must be all that farm work I mean; you're so muscular and tan and stuff. It must be so hard for you living on a farm with a poor family, I bet you like, dreamed of greater things I mean, you're a Luthor and all. I'm actually waiting for my long lost billionaire parents to finally come get me too. Not that I would dare to compare myself to you, Mr. Luthor."

"Err..." Clark handed the scrap book back to the woman, who beamed at him. Clark tried to smile back but he could only get himself to grit his teeth.

"Oh I also remembered that your brother said that you saved his life in a car accident once. That was so brave of you, risking your life like that, and for a man who turned out to be your half brother. I mean, talk about fate. And-"

"Mary," Clark cut in before she could continue. "I was wondering if you could help me. You see I'm looking for a friend of mine, Ryan James."

"Oh, right, I'll check for you sir," Mary said as she walked away. Clark knew it wasn't that easy, Luthor or not. So, he used his X-ray vision to look through the counter and scan the clipboard. One of them had the list of departments. He scanned it until he found what he was looking for.

Ha, found it, parapsychology, third floor, restricted.

And with that Clark super-speeded off before the psycho fan girl came back.

Ryan was cold as he lay on the hard bed, but wasn't he always. Dr. Garner had just finished with him a few hours ago and he lay there, like the dead and hoping that sleep would finally take him. He was starting to lose hope as to whether Clark would ever find him when the door slammed open.

"Clark!" he cried out, his voice full of hope and joy as his crush burst in through the door like a hero, here to save the heroine.

Ryan was smiling as Clark released the straps that held him and disconnected all the wires. "I knew you'd come for me Clark," he said dreamily as he held out his arms.

Clark lifted him up as Ryan wrapped his arms around Clark's neck and snuggled.

"Hey you can't be in here" an orderly said as he walked in. Clark slammed his chest, causing him to fly to the other side of the room, his head hitting the wall, knocking him unconscious.

"Ok, Ryan, Let's get out of here." Clark said as he carried him out.

"Wait," Ryan said, "Turn left I need to get something first, it's important."

"Alright, quickly," Clark said as he turned. Ryan led him to a room filled with videos. The boys looked through them before grabbing one.

"Ok, let's go" he said as he held onto Clark tighter before being carried away.

I have my very own super hero, Ryan thought as he smiled for the first time in two weeks.

TBC