Clark couldn't take this reality anymore. He kept getting these memories, whenever he was unlucky enough to touch the wrong object. They were so horrible; he was so horrific, they way he treated Lionel, the way he acted, talked, and ruined people's lives just for his pure amusement.

Clark didn't know what scared him more, that this was his future, if he didn't change, or how when he got the memories, the way they made him feel. They made him feel like the Clark Luther who would do those things, who would hurt Lana so many times, who had loyalty to Lionel over everything else. It scared him, because while he was feeling those emotions, it just seemed like everything was set in stone, because he didn't have a problem with it. Once the memory would stop, he could always feel himself shudder at what he had done and thought; it made him sick.
He had to find Todd, and they had to find a way out. He wasn't going to wait around this time, there wasn't a chance in hell of that. Clark grabbed the keys on the small table, by the door. Another memory swept over him.

####memory####

Clark threw the keys on the table, and took off his coat, as he walked over to Lana on the couch.
She was sprawled out, and didn't seem to notice him enter the room. Clark sat down on the couch, and placed his hand on her neck and chin, as he gently shook her head, until she opened her eyes.
"Clark." She sounded so different.
"Baby, are you high?" Clark asked, as Lana tried to pull herself together.
"Yeah." Lana sounded so intimidated.
Clark didn't' comment further; he slid Lana off the couch and into his arms, as he walked towards their bedroom.
Lana didn't even seem aware of what was happening, "Clark... I want out... I miss my old life..." She put one arm around Clark's neck for support.
"Shut up, you're just high. If you weren't so damn addicted to that shit, you could actually think right once in a while." Clark roughly threw her on the bed.
Clark stripped down to his boxers; before his attention went back to Lana, "Stop crying." He said coldly.
Lana immediately looked away from him.
####end memory####

'damnit' Clark thought. 'Not another one.' It only gave him more incentive to find Todd, and get the hell out of this reality, and back to his normal life. Clark hopped into the Ferrari, and sped threw Smallville way over the speed limit. He stopped in front of Todd's house. Clark was crossing his fingers, hoping he still lived there, as he knocked on the door.
"Can I help you?" Todd's mother asked.
"Is Todd there?" Clark asked with a forced smile.
"Yeah" His mother went back inside the house and Todd came out a minute later.
"Todd, we have to figure out how to get out of this." Clark said, urgency apparent in his voice.
"Clark, the last time it just happened by itself. Let's just wait again." Todd suggested.
"No. I'm not waiting around in this hell hole, just so I can bounce around in other realities forever!" Clark said frustrated.
"Well I don't' know what else to do." Todd said.
Clark was silent for a moment, thinking, and then said, "The explosion... it's what sent us here, so maybe if it happens again, we can go back."
"Clark, I'm not going to blow myself up!" Todd couldn't believe Clark had just suggested it.
"You want to stay here? It's the only way I see, so unless u got a better idea." Clark said, annoyed how Todd shot down his idea so quickly.
"Clark, we could get killed." Todd pointed out, not realizing that only Todd was the one in any danger.
"How can we die in a place that isn't even real?" Clark said.
"I'm not doing it, Clark." Todd said, looking at Clark like he was crazy.
"If we die, there will be no more future for us to see, so we could go back to our real lives." Clark tried to persuade him.
"Or we could just die." Todd stood firm, "You can go and get yourself killed, but I'm not."
"Fine." Clark felt almost betrayed, as he stomped off, angry.
Clark had no doubt in his mind; he would rather die than lives this.
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Clark stopped his Ferrari outside the back of Smallville's biggest power company. He chose it for 2 reasons. 1) If you want an explosion, what better than thousands of volts going threw your body? 2) Clark knew that there were meteor rocks all around the place; he wasn't taking any chances, this had to work.
Clark opened his door and stepped out. He walked to the fence, and then out of instinct he opened the passenger door, to leave his coat in there. He immediately regretted it as another memory washed over him.
#####memory####

Clark opened the passenger door for Lana, as she stepped out in a beautiful dress, that was short, but had long sleeves, to undoubtedly cover up her substance abuse problem. She was smiling, but Clark knew the difference between a real smile and her forced publicity smile.
Clark wrapped his arm around Lana's waist as cameras flashed everywhere. By the looks of it, they were in Metropolis for some important PR event.
Clark flashed his charming smile, the whole time, until they entered the main room and sat down at a table.
A middle aged couple approached them, "Clark, you look great, as usual. Lana, I'm glad to see you are doing better after your... episode." The couple walked off. Clark felt so ashamed and embarrassed.
Lana couldn't keep up her fake smile any more, as her elbows were on the table and her hands in her hair, as she looked down.
"Lana, don't you dare start crying." Clark whispered into her ear, threateningly, "My father still isn't letting me forget what happened last time."
"Why does everything have to include him?" Lana said a little too loudly for Clark's liking.
"Lana, I swear if you start a scene..." Clark wasn't about to finish his sentence in public, no matter how quietly he said it.
"Clark, Can I just go?" Lana pleaded, tears dangerously threatening to fall.
"No." Clark said angry, more at her watery eyes than her request. He grabbed her by the wrist, and led her threw the crowd, smiling the whole time, everyone else oblivious. Half way threw the crowd, Lana stopped, "Clark, you're hurting me" She gestured toward her arm, red from lack of circulation.
Clark didn't say anything, or even loosen his grip; he just gave her a death stare before he put his smile back on, and continued to lead Lana to a back room, just after the restrooms.
He tried to shut the door, but Lana protested in panic, "Clark, no. I'm fine." She lied.
Clark shut the door, and pinned her against the wall, "You are not going to screw this up, Lana. They see you, and then they think I'm weak like you." Clark gripped her arm harder.
"Oh.." Lana squirmed in his grip, "I can't help it." She cried.
"You will." Clark said, "Stop crying."
####end memory####

Clark's latest memory from his living nightmare, only gave him more incentive to go threw with his plan.
He ripped threw the steel, mesh fence. Clark barely had enough strength to rip threw the wire, as the meteor rocks drained him of his energy. He pulled the thickest wire he saw, as thousands of volts of electricity pulsed threw him, along with all the pain it caused.
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sorry it was so short, I didn't' have very much time to write, but I had to write, it's been a few days since I updated. Okay, next chap I'll give it my all, promise. So sorry for this one.