It stung, the prick of her fingernail as she attempted to grasp my flesh. Of course a mere fingernail wouldn't bother me, but the real pain came from my actions. I just broke her heart again. I wonder how long she had been waiting for a night like tonight, when just the two of us were together. I ran out on her to save Lana Lang. I mean hell, our lips were caressing each others. The tornado must be tempting Lana right now.

"Chloe….", I miss her already, I really miss her. Right now though I knew that Lana was in trouble. Call it a sixth sense to realize another's fears. As I sprinted through Smallville…. I had never known everything became so blurry. To bad I didn't have time to think of that, it was a pretty clear sign.

"Clark!...Clark!...Clark!...". Oh my god am I too late? I cant be, "Clark!...", I cant let Lana die.

"LANA! LANA!" my attempts to gain her attention faded amongst fleeing cars. "This corn should be ripe by now", our farm usually had quite the crop amongst the area. Bursting through the edges of our land it hit me," how the hell could I be thinking about our corn when Lanas still out there". Searching everywhere I could I knew time was running out, but I cant give up on her. The bus station….maybe she hadn't made it all the way back here yet. I looked up, "Another tornado….".

Lana was no where in sight. The tornado was right there. No way I can find her now. I wanted to cry. I turned to check behind me. Nothing but a tagged telephone pole. Then I flew….thrashing through the pole. I laid there for a second, taking in the fact two splintered steaks were trying to burrow into my flesh. "Holy shit" Lana's car door thrusts off my back as I regained my posture. I half stepped towards the tornado, glaring right through its core. "I'm coming Lana". Here I go, ascending full speed into a tornado.

It took a mere second, the wind ripped at my body dragging me into its depths. "LAN…." my voice captured by the wind before it even made its escape. I just spotted her truck. Not so afraid of flying now that I really need it. I'm getting closer though. Too close. I sawed halfway through her hood. Glad I can still reach out to the side. I pulled my self around, getting in through where the door used to be. "…." There she was, dangling out the other side, crying out to me. I snatched her hand, dragging her back into me.

"Clark... thank…. you " she could hardly breath. "Cla…"

"Shhhhh" sweeping a stray hair strand off of her face. "Were gonna be fine." The tornados edge was coming up fast. Were about to be thrown right out. "LANA GET READY!".

I feel like spit right now. The way the tornado just flung us out. "Shit". Were really high. This is gonna suck. Lana groaned once my body encased hers. Here it comes.

Her shrills deafened my hearing. I'll stay down for a second. Let everything calm down. "Lana were ok", I sat her up against my side.

"Cla...rk...it hurts...so..bad…" her speratic rasps for air were fading.

"Lana... Lana!...LANA!" ,shes not breathing. Oh my god. I dashed off, cradling her body in my arms, towards the hospital.

"DOCTOR!" I was a mess. I could barley see, sweat burning at my eyes. "Doctor, save her, shes not breathing anymore" escorting myself along with the doctor I was forced back into the waiting room while Lana was rushed into the E.R.

I'm so numb. Feel quite hazy too. I wonder how long I've been here, waiting for the Doc to come out and tell me shes alright. Something still isn't sitting well with me though. Just have this gut feeling….

"CLARK!" Lana's scream rang throughout the hospital…. But it became much too still afterwards. It was all slow motion after that. I threw security up into the ceiling, shattered the doors right off their hinges. The doctors momentarily forgot about Lana as I was 'magically' there holding her hand.

I glared up, unreceiving of any reassuring stares. "Clark….Mrs. Lang has passed on….a massive brain hemorrhage….there was too much blood loss for us to do anything." I'm crying. Right here, I still feel her hand within mine. "Were extremely sorry Clark…." I couldn't hear what the doctor just said. I was deaf….blind….mute. My feet began moving. I cant do anything. I just let her fingers slide right through mine, they didn't feel so soft anymore. She had needed me right then, called out my name to the whole world. They heard it, but they also heard her death. The whole world knew that I had failed Lana Lang. I felt my feet still moving, was I still in the hospital? How far have I walked? Am I walking?

"Hey Clark!...where the hell have you been?" Pete? There he was, I'm back at school?

"Pete….Lana….I couldn't save…."

Pete cut me off "Chloes missing Clark….We cant find her anywhere….."