"Clark!" Lana said as she dropped to the ground, right next to Clark, who
was screaming in pain.
"Clark, what's wrong?" Lana asked, holding his head in her lap.
"Lana... ah! My hand..." Clark groaned with pain.
Lana looked at Clark's hand, and saw a hole clean through his hand, "oh." Lana felt dizzy, like she was going to pass out, but the sight of blood on Clark's shirt caused her to freak out so much, that passing out wasn't an option anymore.
Lana pulled back Clark's shirt just enough to see that the blood was coming from his lower shoulder. "Mom!" Lana turned around to see Martha had disappeared. Panicked, Lana tried to keep Clark calm, the sounds he was making from pain, were so horrible, "Clark, it's going to be okay. I'm going to get you help. You're going to be okay, it's-"
"Ah?" Clark cried out, "?Dad!" was all she could make out of Clark, as he screamed again.
Lana immediately thought of her father, and turned back to see Martha & Jonathan running towards her.
"What happened?" Jonathan asked, panic was visible in his eyes as he laid his eyes upon Clark.
"I don't know. He's bleeding a lot and his hand." Lana barely noticed her tears, as she spoke to her father.
"We have to get him inside." Jonathan instructed.
Clark was struggling for breath as they laid him down on the kitchen floor. Jonathan ripped off his shirt, to find a bullet wound in his shoulder.
Lana gasped at the site, "Dad, do something."
"Lana, I don't know what to-" Jonathan was interrupted by another cry of pain from Clark.
"Get it out!" Lana said as her mother produced a knife.
Jonathan looked at Clark, and immediately took the knife, and positioned himself over Clark, "I don't know why it's ... so fast."
As Jonathan cut a little threw Clark's skin, to gain access to the bullet, Clark let out a scream of pain and went unconscious.
"Dad! He is dying!" Lana yelled.
"Jonathan, he isn't breathing." Martha said, fear evident in her voice. Jonathan grabbed the pliers, "I'm trying... it's so far in there."
Jonathan pulled out a neon green bullet out of Clark's shoulder.
"It's made of the meteor rocks!" Lana realized. Lana immediately grabbed the bloody bullet and ran out the back door.
"Jonathan, is he dead?" A tear streaked, Martha asked.
"I don't know... he isn't breathing..." Jonathan looked at Clark's lifeless body. "Oh God..."
Lana ran back into the house, "No!" She collapsed to the floor next to him.
They all stared at him in silence for a few moments before they all saw Clark's shoulder heal itself, the only evidence was the blood.
"Clark." Lana asked, stroking his head, but he didn't answer. He was still unconscious. "He is breathing..."
Lana was shaking uncontrollably, and couldn't take her eyes off Clark. She jumped as she heard the phone ring, but it wasn't her phone. Lana hesitated before taking Clark's ringing phone out of his jean pockets.
Lana pushed 'talk' and all she could do was cry into the phone.
"Hello? Clark?" Lionel asked.
"Clark's... he..." Lana tried to control herself, enough to talk, "he's shot... with meteor rocks... we... tried... and..." Lana just broke down.
"What happened? Who shot Clark? Where is he?" Lionel demanded.
"Kent farm... I don't know..." Lana cried, as she heard Lionel hang up. Clark leaned closer to Clark and stroked his hair, "Be okay, Clark?"
"Who would have shot him?" Jonathan asked his wife.
"I have no idea... it could have been anyone. He is a Luther, and so many people hate him." Martha pointed out.
Jonathan felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, he felt like just by hating Clark, he had helped in shooting him. What if he didn't live? He didn't care what Clark had ever done, not now. Not after what he just saw, the pain he saw Clark go threw. No one, especially not a 16 year old, should have to go through that. The look on Clark's face when he lowered the knife-
"But they had to know what the meteor rocks did to him. We didn't even know about that, Jonathan." Martha interrupted his thoughts. "Who could do that? He is just a kid!" Martha cried, and Jonathan hugged her.
"Where is he?" Lionel barged threw the door angry, but was quickly silenced as he saw Clark lying on the floor, his chest covered in blood, and both Martha and Lana crying.
"Clark?" He knelt down next to his son, supporting Clark's head. He looked up at Jonathan and Martha, "What happened to him?" he asked with pure grief in his voice.
"Someone shot him. I got the bullet out, and the wound healed itself. But he hasn't regained consciousness." Jonathan said, seeing as he was the only one capable of talking at the moment, without completely breaking down.
"No?" Lionel said to Clark, "You can't get hurt..." then to Jonathan, "bullets can't hurt him."
"The bullet was made out of meteor rocks." Jonathan told him. For the first time, Jonathan could look at Lionel and not be angry. He didn't envy him, he didn't want that to be his child lying there, not knowing if he was going to live or not. If that was Lana, he didn't know what he would do. "I'm sorry." Jonathan didn't think he would ever say those words to Lionel. Jonathan had wished so many evil things upon Lionel, but now? now that the worst thing imaginable, in his mind, was happening to him, he wished he could make it so Clark was alright. Jonathan truly hoped with all his heart that Clark was going to live.
"No, I have to get him a doctor." Lionel fumbled for his phone.
Lana, incredibly upset, practically screamed, "No! Don't move him! You are only going to hurt him more! There is nothing you can do!" She broke down sobbing again.
Lionel wasn't used to being useless, unable to help his son, as he struggled for his life.
So they all waited, hour after hour, waiting for something, for Clark to wake up. No one spoke to each other. Jonathan and Martha left Lionel alone, and tried to get Lana to leave also, but she refused to leave Clark's side, until she knew he was okay. Around 2am, they all were relieved to find Clark breathing normally. After much reluctance, they all decided they needed at least a few hours of sleep, and unbelievably they found all the stress, had really worn down on them, and made it easier to fall asleep. Lionel and Lana were the last to fall into sleep, around 5am.
Lana woke up after just an hour of sleep. She felt the cool kitchen tile beneath her, as she felt Clark move his arm.
"Clark?" Lana asked hopefully, as she grabbed his hand and gave it a gently squeeze.
Clark slowly opened his eyes. It took him a few minutes to notice Lana was right by him, it was still dark. He slowly propped himself up with one arm. "Lana." He whispered.
"Clark!" She thought she screamed it, she was so excited, but it came out no louder than Clark's whisper. "You're okay." Lana threw her arms around Clark.
Clark smiled, "Ya, I'm okay."
"How do you feel?" Lana asked.
"I feel a little dizzy, but I'm okay." Clark brushed a tear off her cheek.
Lana visibly sighed with relief, "I thought you were going to die..."
"I'm okay..." Clark rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.
"Clark... I love you so much!" Lana said hugging him again. All she could think about was how she would never get to tell him she loved him.
"I love you too." Clark cupped her cheek, and stared into her eyes for a moment before kissing her.
Lana finally broke their kisses, "Clark, we should wake them up."
"Alright." Clark said standing up.
"Careful, Clark." Lana said steadying him.
"Hello?" Clark answered his cell phone.
"Hey it's me. I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"Lana," Clark laughed, "It's been a week. I'm fine! You can stop worrying about me."
"I know, but we still don't know who shot you. What if they try and do it again." Lana asked.
"I'll be fine, Lana. As soon as I'm officially allowed out of the mansion, trust me, I'll find out who did it." Clark reassured her.
"So has Chloe dropped by?" Lana had to know.
"Um... no." Clark tried to hide how it hurt him.
"Oh... well she is meeting me at the Beanery later. I can't believe she still hasn't visited you!" Lana was mad.
"It's okay Lana. She is probably just scared, you know how some people get around sickness." Clark didn't know why he was making excuses for her.
"Still... besides, you said so yourself, you are fine now." Lana felt like pulling Chloe's hair.
"Did you ever tell her about us?" Clark asked, just remembering.
"Oh! I completely forgot... with everything that has happened. I'm going to tell her today." Lana sounded excited.
"So does this mean I'm your boyfriend?" Clark laughed.
"Ya, I guess it does." Lana laughed, "I'll stop by later, okay?"
"See you later." Clark said, still laughing, as he hung up. He felt incredible; he was Lana's boyfriend.
"Too busy to visit, Clark? Chloe, he almost died." Lana said.
"Lana... I have had to handle other things... important things." Chloe said, and Lana saw some truth to it.
"Like? What was so important?" Lana challenged.
"I... I was looking into some things. I was trying to figure out who shot Clark." Chloe said half truthfully.
"Oh." Lana said, "Did you find out?"
"Um... no." Chloe said sheepishly.
"Chloe?" Lana stepped closer to her, "You know, don't you?"
"Know what?" Chloe played dumb.
"Who shot Clark." Lana said.
"Lana?" Chloe didn't what was more dangerous, telling or not telling Lana.
"I don't believe this! Why wouldn't you tell me!" Lana sounded so mad.
"Because of this! You will get pissed off and tell Clark and Clark will hurt him!" Chloe shouted.
"He tried to kill Clark! He deserves to go to jail! Why are you protecting him!" Lana felt like smashing Chloe into a wall.
"It was mistake, Lana! He thought Clark was a meteor freak!" Chloe tried to get her to see.
"You are unbelievable! It's okay that he tried to kill your best friend because he THOUGHT he was meteor infected!" Lana couldn't believe what she was hear, "What happened to you Chloe? You were never so... evil."
"Lana, trust me, I didn't want anything to happen to Clark! I'm not evil!" Chloe was now angry too.
"You are evil! He could try and kill Clark again, and you won't tell anyone who he is!" Lana shouted.
"No, he wouldn't do that! Not that he knows." Chloe said.
"What? You told him about Clark!" Lana couldn't believe it.
"It was the only way!" Chloe said.
"Who is it, Chloe! Who did you tell?" Lana needed to know.
"Lana... I can't." Chloe said. "He is my friend. Clark would kill him."
"Friend? You are friends with someone who would do that? And you know Clark! You know he would never kill someone!" Lana defended him.
"Lana, he has killed people before!" Chloe pointed out.
"He was saving our lives!" Lana couldn't believe she was using that against Clark.
Chloe didn't say anything.
"You know what! Stay away from me!" Lana yelled, "I don't want to be friends with someone who could betray their Best friend like that!"
"Ah! I never want to see her again!" Lana said, sitting on [ Clark's couch. p "What did Chloe do that was so bad?" Clark asked, joining Lana i on the couch. c "She..." Lana didn't want o Clark, but he needed to know, "she ] knows who shot you. She won't tell me because it's her friend, and?" Lana decided to leave out the part about Clark killing people, she knew how guilty he felt about it already, "it's her friend. She even told him about you? your abilities." "What!" Clark was surprised. "Ya? Clark... I hate her so much right now." Lana couldn't even remember why she was friends with her in the first place. "I'm sorry." "You aren't the only one." Clark felt so betrayed, "I can't believe she would do that to me." "I know." "Lana, we have to find out who shot me. What if he tells someone about me?" Clark said. "I know. Trust me, Chloe isn't going to tell me." Lana said remembering their fight. "I'll get her to tell me." Clark said confidently. "But how? I thought your dad said you couldn't leave, not until he was 100% sure you were okay." Lana asked. "He already did all the tests, I'm fine." Clark said already getting up. "I have to go find her." "Do you want me to come with you?" Lana asked, grabbing her purse. "No, it's okay. I can find her faster on my own." Clark said referring to his super speed. "Right." Lana forgot. Clark had this overwhelming sense that if he didn't find Chloe and figure out who shot him soon, his secret was in danger of massive exposure. Clark had gone super speed previously, but now that he was on the main street he had to run at a normal speed, looking for Chloe. He had already searched the torch, Chloe's house, and the whole school. "Watch it!" A man shouted at him as he bumped into him. Clark wouldn't have paid any attention to it, except he recognized the voice; it was Jonathan. "Sorry." Clark never really had thanked him for saving his life, but he didn't' have time now and continued running on. Clark had searched practically all of Smallville, and found himself back at the main street. He was really frustrated as it was obvious Chloe was hiding from him. There was only a few people out and about on the street. Clark was so mad, at Chloe, at the lack of Chloe, and the possibility someone was telling his secret right now. He turned and punched the wall, just hard enough to crumble a few bricks. It made his even more angry that he was that careless with his abilities, and when Jonathan, who had obviously saw him, said, "I'd watch your temper." Clark was so mad, he just needed someone to yell at. "Shut the fk up! Don't act like you know me, or you even care about me!" Clark regretted saying it. "And I thought you weren't like your father." Jonathan said aloud to himself. "Shut up! I'm so fking sick of you trash talking my dad! He has done more in a year, than you could possibly imagine doing with your whole life!" Clark let it all out. "Clark, you are so blind! You can't even see how he really is! You are going to turn out just like him too!" Jonathan said it as an insult. "No matter what my father had done, he has never kidnapped a kid! You are one sick puppy! Yet, you have the balls to say stuff about my dad! I'd be proud to turn out half the man he was!" Clark shoved past Jonathan, continuing his search. I promise a good plot twist within the next 2 chaps. So bear with me. Please R&R and I hope u all had a good 4th of July.
"Clark, what's wrong?" Lana asked, holding his head in her lap.
"Lana... ah! My hand..." Clark groaned with pain.
Lana looked at Clark's hand, and saw a hole clean through his hand, "oh." Lana felt dizzy, like she was going to pass out, but the sight of blood on Clark's shirt caused her to freak out so much, that passing out wasn't an option anymore.
Lana pulled back Clark's shirt just enough to see that the blood was coming from his lower shoulder. "Mom!" Lana turned around to see Martha had disappeared. Panicked, Lana tried to keep Clark calm, the sounds he was making from pain, were so horrible, "Clark, it's going to be okay. I'm going to get you help. You're going to be okay, it's-"
"Ah?" Clark cried out, "?Dad!" was all she could make out of Clark, as he screamed again.
Lana immediately thought of her father, and turned back to see Martha & Jonathan running towards her.
"What happened?" Jonathan asked, panic was visible in his eyes as he laid his eyes upon Clark.
"I don't know. He's bleeding a lot and his hand." Lana barely noticed her tears, as she spoke to her father.
"We have to get him inside." Jonathan instructed.
Clark was struggling for breath as they laid him down on the kitchen floor. Jonathan ripped off his shirt, to find a bullet wound in his shoulder.
Lana gasped at the site, "Dad, do something."
"Lana, I don't know what to-" Jonathan was interrupted by another cry of pain from Clark.
"Get it out!" Lana said as her mother produced a knife.
Jonathan looked at Clark, and immediately took the knife, and positioned himself over Clark, "I don't know why it's ... so fast."
As Jonathan cut a little threw Clark's skin, to gain access to the bullet, Clark let out a scream of pain and went unconscious.
"Dad! He is dying!" Lana yelled.
"Jonathan, he isn't breathing." Martha said, fear evident in her voice. Jonathan grabbed the pliers, "I'm trying... it's so far in there."
Jonathan pulled out a neon green bullet out of Clark's shoulder.
"It's made of the meteor rocks!" Lana realized. Lana immediately grabbed the bloody bullet and ran out the back door.
"Jonathan, is he dead?" A tear streaked, Martha asked.
"I don't know... he isn't breathing..." Jonathan looked at Clark's lifeless body. "Oh God..."
Lana ran back into the house, "No!" She collapsed to the floor next to him.
They all stared at him in silence for a few moments before they all saw Clark's shoulder heal itself, the only evidence was the blood.
"Clark." Lana asked, stroking his head, but he didn't answer. He was still unconscious. "He is breathing..."
Lana was shaking uncontrollably, and couldn't take her eyes off Clark. She jumped as she heard the phone ring, but it wasn't her phone. Lana hesitated before taking Clark's ringing phone out of his jean pockets.
Lana pushed 'talk' and all she could do was cry into the phone.
"Hello? Clark?" Lionel asked.
"Clark's... he..." Lana tried to control herself, enough to talk, "he's shot... with meteor rocks... we... tried... and..." Lana just broke down.
"What happened? Who shot Clark? Where is he?" Lionel demanded.
"Kent farm... I don't know..." Lana cried, as she heard Lionel hang up. Clark leaned closer to Clark and stroked his hair, "Be okay, Clark?"
"Who would have shot him?" Jonathan asked his wife.
"I have no idea... it could have been anyone. He is a Luther, and so many people hate him." Martha pointed out.
Jonathan felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, he felt like just by hating Clark, he had helped in shooting him. What if he didn't live? He didn't care what Clark had ever done, not now. Not after what he just saw, the pain he saw Clark go threw. No one, especially not a 16 year old, should have to go through that. The look on Clark's face when he lowered the knife-
"But they had to know what the meteor rocks did to him. We didn't even know about that, Jonathan." Martha interrupted his thoughts. "Who could do that? He is just a kid!" Martha cried, and Jonathan hugged her.
"Where is he?" Lionel barged threw the door angry, but was quickly silenced as he saw Clark lying on the floor, his chest covered in blood, and both Martha and Lana crying.
"Clark?" He knelt down next to his son, supporting Clark's head. He looked up at Jonathan and Martha, "What happened to him?" he asked with pure grief in his voice.
"Someone shot him. I got the bullet out, and the wound healed itself. But he hasn't regained consciousness." Jonathan said, seeing as he was the only one capable of talking at the moment, without completely breaking down.
"No?" Lionel said to Clark, "You can't get hurt..." then to Jonathan, "bullets can't hurt him."
"The bullet was made out of meteor rocks." Jonathan told him. For the first time, Jonathan could look at Lionel and not be angry. He didn't envy him, he didn't want that to be his child lying there, not knowing if he was going to live or not. If that was Lana, he didn't know what he would do. "I'm sorry." Jonathan didn't think he would ever say those words to Lionel. Jonathan had wished so many evil things upon Lionel, but now? now that the worst thing imaginable, in his mind, was happening to him, he wished he could make it so Clark was alright. Jonathan truly hoped with all his heart that Clark was going to live.
"No, I have to get him a doctor." Lionel fumbled for his phone.
Lana, incredibly upset, practically screamed, "No! Don't move him! You are only going to hurt him more! There is nothing you can do!" She broke down sobbing again.
Lionel wasn't used to being useless, unable to help his son, as he struggled for his life.
So they all waited, hour after hour, waiting for something, for Clark to wake up. No one spoke to each other. Jonathan and Martha left Lionel alone, and tried to get Lana to leave also, but she refused to leave Clark's side, until she knew he was okay. Around 2am, they all were relieved to find Clark breathing normally. After much reluctance, they all decided they needed at least a few hours of sleep, and unbelievably they found all the stress, had really worn down on them, and made it easier to fall asleep. Lionel and Lana were the last to fall into sleep, around 5am.
Lana woke up after just an hour of sleep. She felt the cool kitchen tile beneath her, as she felt Clark move his arm.
"Clark?" Lana asked hopefully, as she grabbed his hand and gave it a gently squeeze.
Clark slowly opened his eyes. It took him a few minutes to notice Lana was right by him, it was still dark. He slowly propped himself up with one arm. "Lana." He whispered.
"Clark!" She thought she screamed it, she was so excited, but it came out no louder than Clark's whisper. "You're okay." Lana threw her arms around Clark.
Clark smiled, "Ya, I'm okay."
"How do you feel?" Lana asked.
"I feel a little dizzy, but I'm okay." Clark brushed a tear off her cheek.
Lana visibly sighed with relief, "I thought you were going to die..."
"I'm okay..." Clark rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.
"Clark... I love you so much!" Lana said hugging him again. All she could think about was how she would never get to tell him she loved him.
"I love you too." Clark cupped her cheek, and stared into her eyes for a moment before kissing her.
Lana finally broke their kisses, "Clark, we should wake them up."
"Alright." Clark said standing up.
"Careful, Clark." Lana said steadying him.
"Hello?" Clark answered his cell phone.
"Hey it's me. I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"Lana," Clark laughed, "It's been a week. I'm fine! You can stop worrying about me."
"I know, but we still don't know who shot you. What if they try and do it again." Lana asked.
"I'll be fine, Lana. As soon as I'm officially allowed out of the mansion, trust me, I'll find out who did it." Clark reassured her.
"So has Chloe dropped by?" Lana had to know.
"Um... no." Clark tried to hide how it hurt him.
"Oh... well she is meeting me at the Beanery later. I can't believe she still hasn't visited you!" Lana was mad.
"It's okay Lana. She is probably just scared, you know how some people get around sickness." Clark didn't know why he was making excuses for her.
"Still... besides, you said so yourself, you are fine now." Lana felt like pulling Chloe's hair.
"Did you ever tell her about us?" Clark asked, just remembering.
"Oh! I completely forgot... with everything that has happened. I'm going to tell her today." Lana sounded excited.
"So does this mean I'm your boyfriend?" Clark laughed.
"Ya, I guess it does." Lana laughed, "I'll stop by later, okay?"
"See you later." Clark said, still laughing, as he hung up. He felt incredible; he was Lana's boyfriend.
"Too busy to visit, Clark? Chloe, he almost died." Lana said.
"Lana... I have had to handle other things... important things." Chloe said, and Lana saw some truth to it.
"Like? What was so important?" Lana challenged.
"I... I was looking into some things. I was trying to figure out who shot Clark." Chloe said half truthfully.
"Oh." Lana said, "Did you find out?"
"Um... no." Chloe said sheepishly.
"Chloe?" Lana stepped closer to her, "You know, don't you?"
"Know what?" Chloe played dumb.
"Who shot Clark." Lana said.
"Lana?" Chloe didn't what was more dangerous, telling or not telling Lana.
"I don't believe this! Why wouldn't you tell me!" Lana sounded so mad.
"Because of this! You will get pissed off and tell Clark and Clark will hurt him!" Chloe shouted.
"He tried to kill Clark! He deserves to go to jail! Why are you protecting him!" Lana felt like smashing Chloe into a wall.
"It was mistake, Lana! He thought Clark was a meteor freak!" Chloe tried to get her to see.
"You are unbelievable! It's okay that he tried to kill your best friend because he THOUGHT he was meteor infected!" Lana couldn't believe what she was hear, "What happened to you Chloe? You were never so... evil."
"Lana, trust me, I didn't want anything to happen to Clark! I'm not evil!" Chloe was now angry too.
"You are evil! He could try and kill Clark again, and you won't tell anyone who he is!" Lana shouted.
"No, he wouldn't do that! Not that he knows." Chloe said.
"What? You told him about Clark!" Lana couldn't believe it.
"It was the only way!" Chloe said.
"Who is it, Chloe! Who did you tell?" Lana needed to know.
"Lana... I can't." Chloe said. "He is my friend. Clark would kill him."
"Friend? You are friends with someone who would do that? And you know Clark! You know he would never kill someone!" Lana defended him.
"Lana, he has killed people before!" Chloe pointed out.
"He was saving our lives!" Lana couldn't believe she was using that against Clark.
Chloe didn't say anything.
"You know what! Stay away from me!" Lana yelled, "I don't want to be friends with someone who could betray their Best friend like that!"
"Ah! I never want to see her again!" Lana said, sitting on [ Clark's couch. p "What did Chloe do that was so bad?" Clark asked, joining Lana i on the couch. c "She..." Lana didn't want o Clark, but he needed to know, "she ] knows who shot you. She won't tell me because it's her friend, and?" Lana decided to leave out the part about Clark killing people, she knew how guilty he felt about it already, "it's her friend. She even told him about you? your abilities." "What!" Clark was surprised. "Ya? Clark... I hate her so much right now." Lana couldn't even remember why she was friends with her in the first place. "I'm sorry." "You aren't the only one." Clark felt so betrayed, "I can't believe she would do that to me." "I know." "Lana, we have to find out who shot me. What if he tells someone about me?" Clark said. "I know. Trust me, Chloe isn't going to tell me." Lana said remembering their fight. "I'll get her to tell me." Clark said confidently. "But how? I thought your dad said you couldn't leave, not until he was 100% sure you were okay." Lana asked. "He already did all the tests, I'm fine." Clark said already getting up. "I have to go find her." "Do you want me to come with you?" Lana asked, grabbing her purse. "No, it's okay. I can find her faster on my own." Clark said referring to his super speed. "Right." Lana forgot. Clark had this overwhelming sense that if he didn't find Chloe and figure out who shot him soon, his secret was in danger of massive exposure. Clark had gone super speed previously, but now that he was on the main street he had to run at a normal speed, looking for Chloe. He had already searched the torch, Chloe's house, and the whole school. "Watch it!" A man shouted at him as he bumped into him. Clark wouldn't have paid any attention to it, except he recognized the voice; it was Jonathan. "Sorry." Clark never really had thanked him for saving his life, but he didn't' have time now and continued running on. Clark had searched practically all of Smallville, and found himself back at the main street. He was really frustrated as it was obvious Chloe was hiding from him. There was only a few people out and about on the street. Clark was so mad, at Chloe, at the lack of Chloe, and the possibility someone was telling his secret right now. He turned and punched the wall, just hard enough to crumble a few bricks. It made his even more angry that he was that careless with his abilities, and when Jonathan, who had obviously saw him, said, "I'd watch your temper." Clark was so mad, he just needed someone to yell at. "Shut the fk up! Don't act like you know me, or you even care about me!" Clark regretted saying it. "And I thought you weren't like your father." Jonathan said aloud to himself. "Shut up! I'm so fking sick of you trash talking my dad! He has done more in a year, than you could possibly imagine doing with your whole life!" Clark let it all out. "Clark, you are so blind! You can't even see how he really is! You are going to turn out just like him too!" Jonathan said it as an insult. "No matter what my father had done, he has never kidnapped a kid! You are one sick puppy! Yet, you have the balls to say stuff about my dad! I'd be proud to turn out half the man he was!" Clark shoved past Jonathan, continuing his search. I promise a good plot twist within the next 2 chaps. So bear with me. Please R&R and I hope u all had a good 4th of July.