Clark sat in a pool of blood gasping for air. He looked up and saw a blur of to figures. Clark was sure these people were his parents.
"Mom, Dad, help…me." Clark said warily.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent shared a look of concern.
"Jonathan, this isn't like last year, there are too many bullets. Even if we take them out they will have a long term effect on him." Martha exclaimed.
"I know…That's why we need to take him to the ship." Mr. Kent concurred.
"I'll go check on Lana, and you do what you need to do." Mrs. Kent said hurriedly as she ran down the stairs.
Jonathan nodded and grabbed Clarks arm and both men winced in pain. Mr. Kent heaved Clark on his shoulders and carried him down the stairs, out the barn, and to the storm cellar. He laid Clark on the ground gently and in a swift movement, threw the blue tarp that covered the ship away. Mr. Kent dragged Clark closer, but stopped abruptly, when the ship recognized the foreign substance known as kryptonite, and immediately unleashed its defense mechanisms. Jonathan stepped back and took shelter behind an old wooden bookcase. The ship let out a blast that lit up the entire cellar, causing Clark to mistake his surrounding for heaven. When the light died down Mr. Kent got up and went to examine Clark, who's eyes were open. Clark remained on the ground still not sure of what happened.
I know, I know that all the chapters are short, and that this one is especially but I have Spanish finals and my grandmother recently died so I am verrrry busy. Sorry people, I will make the next one normal length next time I promise.