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Clark
woke up with the familiar pain in his temples, and blurry vision, as
he turned over, lying in bed until it was completely gone. Clark sat
up slowly, not sure he wanted to find out were he was.
He
immediately recognized the unique structure of the room, as the
mansion; as his bedroom. Clark's assumption that he had been brought
back to his real life, was shattered when he really started to look
around. Things were different, he recognized some of the things,
which had been in his real life, but just as many he didn't. He
jumped out of his bed, finding himself in boxers, as he left his
room, and saw that the rest of the mansion had changed and yet some
parts were still the same.
'If I woke up here, I must be a
Luther again, though.' Clark thought. He didn't want to find anybody,
not until he knew the twist in all of this. He went back to his room,
and opened his closet, looking for some clothes. He couldn't help but
notice the change in his wardrobe. Sure, it was stuff he would
normally wear, but about 80% of it was in black. He pulled on a black
T-shirt and some jeans.
As he was walking out of the room, he
bumped into his desk, knocking stuff all over the floor. He wouldn't
have cared, but he saw a wallet among the debris. He picked it up,
and opened it, finding all his usual credit cards, and more. Then he
found what he was looking for- his driver's license.
"No."
Clark sighed as he read that it said he was 18, not 16 (going on 17),
like it should have read. "Damnit." Clark was so sick of
this, why couldn't he just go back to his normal life? At least this
time he had some memories of his life.
Clark headed out of his
room once again, and used his super speed to search the mansion. He
was alone.
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He looked in the address memory, and when he saw Lex's name, he instinctively pushed enter, as the phone dialed the number.
"Clark?" Lex sounded so surprised.
"Uh, ya. Hi Lex." Clark hadn't really thought of what he was going to say. "What are you doing?" Clark said casually.
"What am I doing?" Lex said incredulously.
"Uh, is this a bad time?" Clark said, picking up on Lex's tone.
"No, no... it's just... Clark, I just have to admit, I'm surprised that you are calling me." Lex confessed.
"Why?" Clark asked, in his real life he always called Lex, just to say hi. This was his future, so why should it be so weird?
"Because..." Lex said, as if it was obvious, and when Clark didn't respond he continued, "We haven't spoken in a year."
Clark couldn't believe it, but he played along, "It's been so long, I can't even remember why."
"You know why, Clark. You chose Lionel over me. You got pissed when I called you on the stuff you pulled. If I remember correctly, you said I was just jealous and was trying to ruin your life, and that you didn't want me in your life anymore because all I did was try and make you feel guilty for being yourself, just before you told me to get the hell out." Lex had been mad at Clark for months, but after about 6 months, he let all his bitterness go. He knew Lionel was dangerous persuasive and manipulative, and Clark was still just a kid. He had tried to contact Clark dozens of times after it first happened, but Clark always blew him off, but not without his share of hurtful words.
"Oh." Was all Clark could possibly say. How could he do that to Lex? Clark understood that this must be the future, of him not knowing the truth about Lionel, because he would never choose him over Lex.
"Clark, are you in some kind of trouble?" That was the only reason Lex could think of, for why Clark was calling him. "Did Lionel do something?" Lex had watched his brother rapidly change over the past 2 years, changed into someone he didn't like, but Clark was his brother, and Lex knew he was always going to help him, even if that meant helping covering up a murder, he'd done it before. But Lex wondered why Clark would come to him? Lionel always protected Clark, so the problem must have been Lionel.
"Um..." Clark learned his lesson the first time; he was not going to tell anyone what was really going on, that he was living his future, "No. Uh... sorry I bothered you."
"Clark, no you didn't--" Clark hung up.
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When he got inside, he heard a TV on; but when he reached the TV, no one was watching it; it was so loud, so he turned it off.
He walked around the mansion, trying to find out who was there.
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"Where
is it?" Lana ripped Clark's drawer out of his dresser, as she
moved on to his closet. "It has to be here." She ripped his
clothes off the hangers, and threw them out of the way. She reached
up onto a shelf and grabbed a metal box. "Ah!" She yelled
when she found it was locked, in her frustration she threw it across
the room, and it hit the wall. She began to cry as she leaned again
the wall, and slumped down, until she was sitting on the floor, her
back against the wall, as her body shook with each sob.
"Lana?"
Clark said entering the room. "What's wrong?"
"Go
away Clark." She cried, but Clark could clearly hear her
anger.
I recall going madly in love with you
And I
remember this, how could I forget?
Regret is a needle in my neck
It's slowly filling me with poison
Spreading to my chest
Take my pain and numb me from this
"Do you even
care?" Lana stared at him with pure hatred. Clark could tell
this was a much darker Lana just by looking at her; this wasn't the
sweet, innocent Lana he had always known. Her make-up was so dark,
with think black eyeliner. She had a piercing in her eyebrow and a
nose ring. He immediately noticed the rather large tattoo on her left
shoulder, which said his first name is thick bold letters, with a
black dragon next to it. Her clothes had changed as well; she was
wearing a black top, which showed most of her stomach and fishnet
stockings with a short mini skirt.
Lana noticed Clark starring at
her tattoo, "You always loved this thing." She said it with
disgust, "Your own personal way of branding me, right
Clark?"
"Lana..." Clark didn't know what to
say.
"Just leave me alone." She cried, as she picked up
a glass cup, half filled with scotch, and threw it at him; he ducked
and it shattered as it hit the wall behind him.
Lana felt herself
become angrier that she missed, and stood up, searching the room for
something else to throw at him. She spotted a glass bottle of rum,
and threw it at him, but missed again.
"Lana, stop."
Clark said.
"No!" Lana screamed, as Clark approached
her, "Get away from me!"
"Lana, calm down."
Clark said, as he grabbed her by the wrist, as she tried to slap him.
He couldn't hide his surprise when he saw the puncture marks in her
arm, there were at least 12, just on her right arm.
"Lana"
He said pulling her arm out more, revealing the inside of her arm,
"You need help." He never pictured Lana using drugs before,
much less being an addict.
Lana tried to jerk her arm away from
Clark, but he was too strong, "Don't act like you even care
about me! You treat me like your property!" Lana screamed, as
she spit on him; she would have hit him, but he was holding both her
arms.
"Lana, I do care about you." Clark let go of her,
as he wiped off his face.
Lana raced to the other side of the room
and grabbed the box, "Open it!" She screamed.
"Lana,
calm down." Clark had never seen her like this.
why do
I have to beg
when all that's left
is a memory forsaken
"No! Clark it's over! I don't want to be your
girlfriend anymore! But you won't let me out! Clark I hate you so
much!" Lana meant it with every cell in her body.
"Lana,
you don't mean that. I love you." Clark was trying to calm her
down.
"Love me? Look at what you've done to me Clark! I don't
even have any friends! You made it so you were my whole world! I
haven't seen my parents in 8 months! I don't care if you love me
Clark, because I don't love you, not anymore! I have been so stupid
for so long, but this is it, Clark. I mean it! I want out, and you
are going to let me this time." She cried.
I recall
pledging my sole devotion to you
it reminds me how now I'm on my
knees
my guilt consumes
lost the will in me
wasting away
before you
hold me closer please
take my pain and numb me
from this
Clark stepped forward, and wiped some tears off
her cheek, while his other hand was still holding onto her arm. He
could feel her shaking, "Its okay, Lana. I'll get you help."
Clark hugged her, but her whole body was shaking.
"Clark..."
She sounded so afraid, "Don't hurt me, I'm sorry... I'll stay."
"Lana, I'm not going to hurt you." Clark couldn't
believe Lana was scared of him, he would never hit her, but she must
have had reason to think so. Was it possible, his future self would?
He knew by now that he must be a horrible person, Lana hated him, he
didn't even talk to Lex, and apparently the only one who he had a
good relationship with, was Lionel.
forsake
you break
me
you're breaking me
Lana couldn't stop crying, "I'm
sorry." Clark thought that if he wasn't holding her tight in his
arms, she would have just fallen to the ground, she seemed so
weak.
"Lana, it's okay. You're going to be okay." Clark
said, hoping to make her feel better, but not knowing how he could do
that, since he seemed to be the source of her pain. But he couldn't
leave her.
"No I'm not." Lana finally pushed Clark away
from her, she gathered up all her courage and strength inside,
"Please, Clark, just let me leave. Tell me where my parents are.
I swear I will never say anything, about everything you've done. I
swear, no one will ever know."
"Lana..." Clark
didn't understand, not fully. He would have done anything for her, at
that moment, to stop her pain. He would have died for her.
Lana,
thinking Clark wasn't going to say yes, became so angry. That was her
only way out. All the rage she had felt for Clark came out of her,
"You love me. You say it all the time! Maybe you think you do, I
don't even know anymore. You don't even know what love is, Clark! If
you really loved me, you wouldn't treat me like this! You wouldn't
have made me go to the clinic alone, because you were too busy! You
would have let me decided if I wanted to keep MY baby! But no! It
didn't fit into your life, and you always get your way! You wouldn't
have made me choose between you and everything else I know, my
parents, my friends! You wouldn't always put me second to your
father! You wouldn't treat me like property and just use me for sex!
You wouldn't just spend time with me when it's convenient for you. If
you really loved me, you would open this box right now, and let me
leave." Lana shoved the box towards him.
You Thought
.
You try to answer slow
You put your head down low
C'mon
take your time try to choose the most believable lie
You try to
walk away and tell me everything's okay
You think you're saved by
words but you're drowning in the absurd
Clark felt like
his heart was going to break, as he looked at Lana's tear streaked
face.
He smashed open the box, and stepped out of her way. Lana
grabbed the key that was inside the box. Lana couldn't take her eyes
off Clark; she stared at him in pure shock. She had hoped, but never
really thought Clark would just let her leave, not now, not after she
had tried so many times before, not after everything.
But
to me it's no big surprise
You thought I never saw your
eyes
Departed with a smile
Just like walking down the aisle
You
shook the preacher's hand
But your smile can't hide your sin
Your
eyes tell me what you feel
Your eyes tell me what is real
Nobody's
perfect is your prediction
Your life is proving your
conviction!
To me it's no big surprise
I saw the emptiness in
your eyes
She ran into the next room, and opened a whole
in the wall, it looked like a safe. She inserted the key and turned.
Lana's heart sunk as she saw you had to have positive I.D. match,
with your fingerprints. Clark's was undoubtedly the only one's
accepted. He wasn't letting her go; he was just playing with
her.
Clark was watching her, "What?" He asked, as Lana
looked at him with more hate that he thought was possible.
"It
needs your fingerprints, but you knew that." Lana buried her
face in her hands, and she began to cry again.
Clark walked over
and set his hand on the electric pad, as it made a beep and the safe
opened.
Lana didn't waste any time as she grabbed the papers and
documents that were in the safe, and shoved them into her
purse.
"Where will you go?" Clark asked.
"You
know I'm going to my parents. Or why else would you have kept these"
She gestured towards the papers. "from me? So I could never find
them."
Clark reached into his back pocket, and handed her his
wallet, "It has some credit cards in it."
Lana looked
baffled.
"You'll need money. Lana, whatever I've done, I'm so
sorry." He paused a moment, and when Lana didn't pull back, he
kissed her on the cheek.
Lana looked at Clark, like she wanted to
say something, but instead she ran out of the room, and when Clark
looked out the window, he saw a Porsche, with Lana in it, pulling out
of the drive way.
Why do I have to beg
When all that's
left
Is a memory forsaken
TBC...
okay, you
know the drill, please R&R
Song lyrics by Disturbed (as you
can tell, I love 'em) lol