A/N: This is my first Smallville fic. It's supposed to be a short angsty piece.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, there would be LOTS of Clana! Too bad I don't :(

Summary: What would happen if Martha and Johnathan Kent were murdered? Short.

BROKEN

His calm, placid face betrayed nothing. He smiled as he walked down the street. Seeing a lady struggling with her bags, he helped her without thinking. He was an automaton. A mere robot going through the actions that everyone thought were proper. He wished he could cry. Talk with someone. Be with someone. Share his feelings...his secrets.

He continued to walk, now unaware of anything around him. He was in the middle of the street, unaware of the cars zooming past him. He did not see her...did not hear her, as she ran after him...calling...begging. There was no one. Not a single person in this world who would understand him. Hell, this world wasn't even his.

Pain...so much pain. He had caused everyone who tried to help him pain. The dreams were the worst.

Here it comes...the flash – the dream, or was it reality?

There was blood everywhere. On the walls, soaked into the carpet, all over the furniture. And they lay in the middle.

They had only tried to help – tried to give him the best life. They had given him advice, supported him in all that he did, made him the person that he was. And it was them he couldn't...or didn't save. He saw their blood covered bodies. He had seen their faces twisted in horror. And he had fallen to his knees.

He was broken.

He had picked his blood covered body up and begun to walk. He hadn't known where he was going. He was just walking. And now he was on the street. People stared at him in his blood soaked clothes. The lady he had helped hadn't noticed his appearance right away, but when she did, she quickly backed away. Everyone should back away. No one should be near him. He killed; didn't they know? People died just because they knew who he was...what he could do.

But was this a dream? Yes. Of course. It didn't really happen. It was just a horrible, horrible dream. He had to end this dream. As he neared the bridge, he unlocked the tiny lead box in his hand letting the eerie green glow seep into him. He had to end the dream...end the pain...

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