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Summary: What would happen if Martha and Johnathan Kent were murdered? Short.
UNBROKEN
She was stunned. Her face was devoid of any color. All she could think about was him. Where was he? It was obvious that he knew. The police said he had come right in and seen everything. He had seen them laying there – murdered in cold blood. He had seen the broken furniture, the blood, their faces...frozen in horror...She could barely handle just hearing about it.
Where was he? Her hands were shaking, almost violently and her heart was beating so fast she felt like it was going to explode. She was shivering despite the Kansas summer heat, but she wasn't concerned about herself right now.
Oh God, where was he? Her grip on reality was slipping and she was becoming nearly hysterical with worry. She had asked everyone where he had gone, but nobody knew. They had been so horrified by the condition of Kent's, they hadn't paid any attention to the boy.
Then, she overheard the police talking: there was a man walking in the middle of the highway. People called to him, but he didn't seem to hear them. They said that he walked like a broken man, covered in blood. And she knew. She knew it was him.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and she began to run. She ignored Nell's cries for her to stop. No. She couldn't let this happen. "...he was so out of it...so lost...and the bridge...the bridge is there..." The truck driver's voice echoed in her head over and over again.
A sob escaped her. Please don't let this happen, she begged. Please don't take him too...the tears ran down her face in streams, blurring her vision, but she ran...and ran...and ran.
Then she saw him...walking so calmly. His clothes were stained with their blood...his eyes glazed over. He was broken...but she would help him heal, help him become unbroken. She would stay by his side...forever...
And she ran onto the bridge...
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