Chapter 1: Revelations
One Week Later...
Clark sits in his loft, typing on his laptop. He just finished his World History report on Alexander the Great, but didn't quite understand the point of it. Alexander was an extremely powerful man, why didn't he just take over the world? He certainly would have been able to do it, but he didn't care. Classes were becoming boring day after day. All he could really think about was Lana and Alicia.
Why did she try to kill Lana? I obviously didn't like Lana when I was with her, so why did she do it?
This question continues to plague Clark as he saves his report, and prints it off via wirelessly to his printer on his desk. He decides against taking it out, he'll do it later. Clicking MOZILLIA FIREFOX, he types in his email provider, and checks his mail. The usual, CLICK THIS, AND YOU'RE A WINNER, Clark eagerly deletes it. But he notices an email in his list, LANG4350, and he clicks it. The message loads up to his screen, and it reads:
Hey, Clark.
It's Lana.
I just want to thank you for saving me from Alicia.
She was crazy, trying to kill me like that. Seems like everyone is doing that to me these days.
"Maybe if you didn't piss off everyone around you Lana, people wouldn't be trying to kill you." Clark says.
How are you doing? You haven't been talking to anyone for a while. I guess you really liked Alicia a lot.
"Really? I wonder how you came to that conclusion…?"
Well, I hope you get this message. Hope you feel better.
Clark sits, with his laptop conveniently on his lap. Martha and Jonathan have left for the feed store, and Clark is completely alone on the farm. He turns off his laptop, putting it on the table, and walks over to his loft window, watching the morning farm in action.
Why did she do it?
Clark repeatedly asks himself this, why Alicia would try and kill Lana, and himself.
She is beautiful, intelligent, and she loves me, how could she do what she did?
Clark runs his hands on the wood around the window, and continues to think by himself. Thoughts about Lana, but mostly about Alicia. An idea creeps through his mind, an idea that could work. Something his parents would not approve of, but he figures he can't get in too much trouble.
I saw her face in that car, she didn't know what happened. So maybe she's better...
Clark sits back down on his sofa, and begins contemplating his idea, how it will work.
Meanwhile, In Belle Reeve...
I've been here a week, and I'm already in hell.
Alicia sits in her room, a white room, the walls lined with lead, inhibiting her powers. She is wearing a white hospital gown, but this is anything but a hospital. Hell on earth is where she's at. No one seems to care about her, she's had no visitors, and her mom doesn't talk to her since her actions towards her father. She didn't mean to hurt him, but they didn't understand what she felt for Clark. Clark... his name makes her feel nice inside. She slowly walks around in her cell, thinking of Clark and Clark only. She is silently crying, her tears falling to the floor. Her hair is a mess, tangled up and frayed. She sniffles, and looks out the small window in her door. No one is in the halls, and she looks back to her bed. Small, uncomfortable, and cramped, she thinks about what she did with Clark, kissing him in his bed, catching him completely off guard.
Her gown is uncomfortable, and Dr. Travis hasn't come by for a couple of days. She was the nicest of all the doctors, and she even told Alicia that she was just confused about what she wanted. Dr. Travis said that Alicia let her feelings for Clark cloud her judgment. Dr. Travis told her that is she was nice and helped her then she could be let out early, possibly as soon as a year.
A year... That's far too long. Clark might have a girlfriend by then and that would break me apart. She thought, letting her sadness overtake her
Clark... he fills Alicia's mind once again, his touch, his embrace, his kisses... all too much for her. She lies down on the bed, and yawns deeply. She stares at the ceiling, and longs for Clark. His smiling face makes her melt inside, and she smiles at the ceiling. Thoughts of her future, being cooped up in this cell for an entire year makes her shudder. The warmth she feels when she thinks of Clark makes her smile. Then her thoughts turn to Lana.
Jealousy starts to fill Alicia up, but she holds it down. Jealousy is not an attractive emotion, definitely not with Clark. She remembers her first date with Clark, how they almost kissed, but he pulled away at the last second. She knew he wanted to kiss her, so she made it easy for him. She teleported into his room, sat on top of him, and kissed him. She knew that he was nervous at first, but he wanted it. She loved the feeling of his hands on her back, how he was so strong, but at the same time so gentle, how he cared for her, especially when no one else did. She wanted him, right then and there, but Clark's father came in, too shocked for words.
She giggled, thinking of Clark's face right then, a time of happiness. Her giggles were heard throughout the place known as Hell on Earth, but she didn't care. She loves Clark, and hopefully, he still loves her.
Kent Farmhouse
4 hours later...
I'm going to do it. This is it, my final decision. I know my parents will be extremely pissed off, but I'm gonna do it anyway, 'cause Alicia doesn't belong in Belle Reeve. She never meant for that stuff to happen. Hopefully, Mom and Dad will understand too.
Jonathan and Martha sit in front of Clark, their gaze seems almost unnatural.
"What did you want to talk to us about, Clark?" Martha asks.
"Mom, Dad, I've been thinking a lot, and I'm going to go to Belle Reeve."
Jonathan and Martha look at each other in confusion.
"Clark, why do you want to go to Belle Reeve?" Jonathon asks.
"To break Alicia out of that hell hole."
"Alicia? Clark, you can't take Alicia away from there. She's mentally unstable."
"No, I thought that too before, but now that I think about it, I don't think that she knew what she was doing. I think she was just confused."
"Confused? Clark, she tried to kill Lana, and you. She's obviously unstable."
"You always told me to look for the good in people. What happened to that? So Alicia made a few mistakes, God knows I made a lot, especially when I went to Metropolis under the influence of red kryptonite…"
"But Clark, this is different-" Jonathon starts, but is cut off by Clark.
"No it's not. I like Alicia, and I know she has feelings for me. When I'm with her, I feel like I don't have to hide my abilities from other people. Like I can be completely and utterly myself, without worrying about the consequences."
"Clark, I know you don't want to be alone, that you want to be with someone special, but Alicia is not that person." Martha says, holding onto her son's hand.
Clark looks at Martha, then to her hand. He pulls his hand away.
"I'm tired of you telling me who is right for me and who isn't. I'm tired of you telling how to run MY life, I'm tired of lying to everyone I know. Alicia is the only person I don't have to lie to… Maybe I'm supposed to be with her, maybe I'm not. I'm going to get her out of there, whether you agree or not." He stands and starts walking towards his loft, but his father grabs his shoulder.
"Clark! We're just trying to protect you." Clark looks over his shoulder at his father.
"Yeah, I know, and I'm getting sick of it. It's always "we're trying to protect you" or "we just want what's best for you," how about you let me protect myself, 'cause I'm capable of doing that myself, and why don't you let me decide what's best for me?" His father just stood there speechless.
"Good, now that that's been said, why don't you remove your hand and let me get on with MY life the way I want to live it." He walks off, back to his loft to sit in his thoughts, and plan his Alicia's breakout.
His parents are still standing there watching as their son makes his way to his loft. Jonathan looks at Martha, "What was that?" Martha turns to regard her husband. "I don't know, but he sounds a lot like when he's on red kryptonite…" The two look at each other and head back into the house.