Chapter 15: Sadness is an Understatement
At the Kent farmhouse, Johnathon has just told Martha what happened at the hidden Luthor-Corp labs. Martha has brokedown at the losses Clark had to face. Chloe and Lois sit at the kitchen table, each crying, Lex sitting on the opposite side, sadly thinking about how much sh!t Clark had to go through. Johnathon and Martha sit in the living room, Martha crying on Johnathon's shoulder. Even with his toughest face, Johnathon's tears escape, and fall down his face. He hears Clark's entrance to the barn, and decides not to go out there, afraid of how Clark will act. Clark has face loss before, with Kyla, and Ryan, but nothing this big. He has now lost Alicia, his only love, and his baby, the only other living relative of Clark on this planet. Nothing could be as big a loss as this.
"We have to go talk with him, John."
"No. He's not ready. He needs time, Martha. And time is what we'll give him."
Chloe walks in the living room, and sits on a chair, agjacent from Johnathon and Martha. New tears are wiped off, as she turns on the TV, hoping to drown out the feelings that have erupted from her innermost self. Big mistake.
"And now a Special Report from the Luthor-Corp Labs, with the head of the CIA, Mr. Jeffery Swartz. Mr. Swartz, what the hell happened here?" Asks a red headed reporter, to a tall, dark skinned man.
"Well, Mr. Lionel Luthor has just been caught leading a group of doctors to experiment on various people who were altered by meteor rocks. And he has been caught red handed at the scene of murdering Smallville High's Alicia Baker, who had agreed to marry Clark Kent, another student before her death. My prayers go to Clark, and his family, and to Alicia's family for this terrible murder, and I hope Lionel Luthor gets the death penalty for the terrible things he did to these poor people." Mr. Swartz states, and leaves the scene.
The speech makes Martha cry even more, and if they had been listening hard enough, they would have heard Clark listening through the wall, standing on the front porch.
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Clark speeds to the loft, and sits on the floor, throwing a ball across at the wall, it bounces off, and Clark catches it. He repeats this over and over again, until footsteps going up the stairs stops him. Lex appears at the head of the stairs, and sits next to Clark. As he watches Clark bouncing the ball again, tears form in Clark's eyes once again.
"Clark, I know you feel depressed, but it wasn't-"
"Don't say "it wasn't your fault," because it was. It was my fault. I should've protected her. She trusted me to protect her, especially when she was carrying my child, but I failed her. All these powers...and I couldn't stop her from dying. I will never forgive myself for what I did. I miss her so much, I want to kill myself. But I know I can't, except with meteor rocks. That would indeed be a painful death, but I would like to die peacefully."
Clark's words shock Lex. He's never heard Clark talk about suicide before.
"Your father...I hope he doesn't go to prison."
Lex looks surprised at Clark.
"Why do you want Lionel to get out?"
"Because, I hope he finds me. When he does, I'll kill him. I'll kill him and those meteor freaks that kidnapped Alicia. They deserve to die."
Clark stands up, and walks over to the loft window. He watches the fields of corn move in the wind, the morning sun beating down on them.
"I'll make them pay for what they did to her. She didn't deserve to die. She loved me, and I loved her. Did you know I asked her to marry me, Lex?"
"No, I didn't. I wish I loved someone that much. Unfortunately, my marriages hadn't worked out as planned."
"Atleast you got that far. I wasn't so lucky."
Lex looks down at his feet, and looks back at Clark.
"When are you planning on going back to school?"
"Day after tomarrow. I want to see if people still think I'm a freak. Tomarrow is Alicia's funeral."
"I'll be there. She was a good person. You two belonged together."
Clark looks at Lex, and shakes his hand.
"Thank you Lex. No one has said that yet, and I doubt that anyone else will."
Lex stands up, and starts to walk downstairs, and Clark looks back at the farm, the cows grazing lazily. Johnathon, Martha, Chloe, Lois and Lex pile into the Kent truck, and drive off, leaving Clark in the loft alone. Clark walks downstairs, and across the farm to the house, opening the door, and goes inside. Clark walks into the kitchen, opens a cupboard, pulling out the octagonal key. He hides it in his pocket, and walks outside, immedietly starting the farm work, tears raining from his eyes.
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4 hours Later...
Lois and Chloe are dropped off at the Talon. Several people are watching the TV monitor, and Lana runs up to them.
"God, have you guys been watching the news?" Lana asks.
"Yeah... we were there." Chloe says, and walks up to the counter, ordering a cappachino.
"Poor Clark...he lost his fiancee. I couldn't possibly understand how much sadness Clark is going through." Lana says, and walks back to the TV. Several students watch the monitor, discussing what happened, several comments flood across the tables, such as "Poor Clark" and "man, that guy can't catch a break." Even a "Lionel's a bastard," makes it's way across the Talon, and suddenly, it's all quiet. The door opens, and Tim walks inside, followed by Ben. A dozen pairs of eyes watch as they walk up to the counter and order two coffees. Lana walks over to them, and stares at them.
"I'm sorry, but we don't allow convicts here. Please leave." Lana states defiantly. Tim starts to laugh, and Ben watches to people around them.
"Are you going to make us leave?" Tim asks, smiling at his own question.
"If I have to, yes I will."
"You're a friend of Clark Kent, aren't you?" Ben asks.
"Yes... why do you want to know?"
"Nothing, I just thought he hasn't suffered enough. He lost his fiancee and his baby, and we started it. I wonder if he will be sadder if he found out that we killed the rest of his friends along with Alicia...Tim, should we? Should we kill them? I'm in the mood for a little blood today."
Tim looks at Ben, and then at Lana.
"Ok, but I get dibs on the blonde. I would love to find out what her blood tastes like."
Suddenly, Tim turns into his sand-like body, and moves towards Chloe. Ben grabs Lana, and then the doors blow open. The people throughout the Talon hide under the tables as a defiant figure walks in through the dust. Ben looks at the man in front of him, and smiles.
"Hello, Clark. How is Alicia doing?"
Anger torrents over Clark, and he steps forward. Ben moves a claw over Lana's neck, warning Clark not to come any closer.
"Now, Clark. We've been through this. Come any closer, and your friends will make a nice image in tomarrow's paper...I think the obituraries will be a good place for them."
Clark stands, tears falling down his eyes. He aims his heat vision at Tim, igniting him with his sand body, immedietly turning to glass.
"AUHHHAGGGHHH! THE HEAT!" Tim screams as he falls to the ground, in front of Chloe. His body spasms as his skin returns from being glass. His normal skin has 2nd degree burns, mostly on his back and arms.
In superspeed, Clark runs at Ben, spinning around Lana and grabbing Ben before he has the chance of slicing her neck open. Lana falls to the ground, and Clark picks up Ben. He slams Ben to the ground, cracking the linoleum floor. Clark continues to slam Ben against the floor, until a pool of blood escapes his head. Ben lays, in a coma. Clark lets go , and turns toward Tim. He notices Clark, and tries to crawl away, but Clark catches him. He lets his heat vision go again, burning Tim even more, making him suffer every time he moves a muscle.
"Please Clark...don't hurt me..."
Clark continues to stare at Tim, until he grabs him by his neck. He slams Tim against one of the pilliars.
"You aided in killing Alicia. She was the only woman I loved. Why did you help in doing this act!" Clark screams, the entire Talon watching.
"I...it wasn't right...everyone hated her...they hate you, Clark...They hate the fact that you two shouldn't be together...I just did what was right..."
Clark holds Tim by his neck, choking him slowly.
"You should be tortured to death. You will feel the pain Alicia and my baby felt. I will kill you, Tim." Clark says, several girls in the Talon start to cry. Lois runs up to Clark, and grabs his arm.
"Don't kill him, Clark...your human...don't be like him."
Clark stares at Tim, and then at Lois.
"I'm not human, Lois. I never will be. I will not be like him. I want revenge for what they did to Alicia, for what they did to my baby."
"I know you want revenge, but killing them is not the answer."
Clark continues to stare at Tim, and in one punch, knocks him unconcious.
Blood covers Clarks fists, and he walks towards the door. Before leaving, he looks at Chloe, Lois and Lana. Tears continue to fall down his face, and he walks out, speeding off towards the Kent house. Chloe stares at the murder scene they just witnessed. Tim's body, lying next to the pilliar, his face completly unrecognizable, Ben, who's back skull is cracked, the pool of blood steadily growing larger. The police arrive on the scene, shocked at the two bodies, and the numerous people who are alive.
"Who did this!" Sherriff Adams screams, the hospital ambulance drives to the scene.
"Clark Kent did this." A young woman said, "That freak almost killed those freaks, just because they killed his girlfriend."
Chloe runs over to the girl, and punches her, sending the girl falling on her ass, coffee spilling on her lap.
"Clark Kent is not a freak!" Chloe screams.
Chloe, Lois and Lana leave the Talon, and walk down a street, stopping at the corner.
"What are we going to do? Clark almost killed those guys..." Lana says, rubbing her temples, the sign of a headache approaching.
"I don't know...Clark was going to kill Tim...I could see it in him. It's like he's a whole different person." Lois says, tears falling down her eyes. Chloe starts to cry, and so does Lana, and Lois pulls out some tissues. They wipe their eyes, and throw them away.
"I think we should go to Alicia's funeral tomarrow. It could really help Clark if we went. He'd see that he wasn't the only one who liked Alicia." Chloe says, and stuffs her hands in her pockets.
"That's a good idea Chloe. Let's buy some flowers, roses maybe. We could put them on her grave." Lana says.
"Well, let's go. Only a few hours until the flower shop closes!" Lois quips, the group of girls run downtown, in hopes of cheering up Clark.
