Lana looked on in horror as she watched Clark's body go lifeless, in the man's arms. The 2nd man pulled up a car, and they loaded Clark into the backseat, and drove off, fast.
Lana didn't know what to do. Her instincts told her, she should follow them. She dropped her book bag as she ran to her car, it was on the other side of the school. She finally reached it, as she pulled her keys out of her pocket, and started her car. By the time she got back, she had no idea which way the car had gone.
Fear had her in it's grip. What was she going to do? She had known Clark long enough to know the cops couldn't do anything, when it came to Luther affairs. She needed someone as powerful as Lionel... another Luther. Lana immediately thought of Lex. But she had no way of contacting him. She tried to calm down, so she could think. She took a few deep breathes, before exiting her car, to search Clark's book bag, which was only a few feet from where she had dropped hers. She couldn't find anything, so she threw it, along with her own, into her car. Something caught her eye, as the sun reflected off a metallic object.
Lana rushed over to the spot, hoping it was what she thought it was... yes, it was Clark's cell phone. It must have come off in the struggle, and she was thankful for that. She flipped it open and looked threw his address book until she found Lex's number and she dialed it.
"Clark?" Lex's voice asked.
"Lex, it's Lana. Clark's in trouble." Her voice was urgent.
"What happened?" Lex was worried.
"I'm not exactly sure. But 2 guys grabbed him, and he tried to get away, but they did something to him, because he just stopped moving." Lana said.
"Where is he now?" Lex asked.
"I don't know. I tried to follow them, but I was too late. I know they worked for Lionel though, I heard them say it." Lana hoped that information would help.
"Thanks, Lana." Lex's head was swimming with scenarios of where Clark might be, what Lionel wanted with him, and how they got Clark to 'just stop moving'.
"Lex, please tell me if you find him." Lana begged.
"I will." Lex hung up the phone. He began calling people, the kind of people he knew who did jobs like this, or knew people who did. But no one knew anything about it, and if they did they weren't saying anything.
Lex decided just to drive over to the mansion. But when he arrived there, he found just what he thought he would- nothing. Clark wasn't there, and neither was Lionel. Lex dialed Lionel's cell phone.
"Lex, this really isn't a good time." Lionel sounded annoyed.
"Where is Clark?" Lex made sure his tone showed it wasn't an average question.
"In school I'd assume." Lionel said, but Lex could feel his smirk threw the phone.
"No he's not. Two guys grabbed him, but you already knew that." Lex said defiantly.
"Lex, I really wouldn't work yourself up over this." Lionel said condescendingly.
"What did you do with him?" Lex asked.
"Lex, you make it sound as if I had him kidnapped." Lionel cooed.
"You did!" Lex shouted.
"No. I just made sure he didn't go running off. Anything I've done, he's forced me too." Lionel hung up.
"Damnit!" Lex shouted, with frustration and anger, but most of all fear for his little brother.
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Clark woke up inside what looked like, a safe room. Clark stood up and then immediately collapsed, as he fell into a small table, breaking it. Clark just laid there, trying to breathe, he didn't know why his lungs felt like they had collapsed.
He heard a door open and soon Lionel was standing over him.
"Dad, I can't breathe." Clark could barely get it out, as he began to panic, and tried to breathe faster, which only made it worse.
"Clark, calm down." Lionel leaned over Clark, who was sprawled out on the floor, "You are making it worse. Take slow breathes."
Clark tried his best, but when you can't breathe, its instinct to try and breathe as fast as you can. Finally he calmed down enough to get a little oxygen in his lungs, enough so he wasn't in a complete panic anymore.

The more of you that I inspect
The more of me I see reflect
The more I try to read your lips
The more the mask you're wearing rips

"What's wrong with me?" Clark asked, trying to remember what happened, and how he got here.
"It's just a side effect of the drug you were given. You are having a bad reaction to it." Lionel told him.
It took a minute for it to register in Clark's mind what happened. But he eventually remembered the scene outside of school, and the needle stab into his neck. He tried to stay calm, and not allow rage to take over his body, because he was scared, if it did, he would suffocate.
"Why?" Clark wanted to cut his talking to a minimum.
"Clark, I told you not to try anything." Lionel shook his head, with regret for what Clark made him do.
"What happens... me." Clark couldn't get the words out. But Lionel understood what he was asking.
"Clark, I told you. You are going to a very good private school in New York." Lionel said, "I wish you wouldn't fight this. It's only going to make things harder."

But when I seek out your voice
My ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease
Raving impossibilities

Clark began to feel more air reach his lungs, "Don't make me."
"Clark, I don't want to have to do this, anymore than you want to go, but there is no way you can continue on with this type of behavior." Lionel said.

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry ow

Clark felt himself getting angrier, but calmed himself, as fear of suffocation was greater than his rage. Lionel made him sick, how he was trying to act like a good father, all concerned, when only 2 days ago he had sliced up his whole back.
But Clark was in no position to do anything but bargain, and as much as even the thought of it, made him want to vomit, Lana was worth it, "Please." Clark knew he was pathetic. But that was as great as it was going to get, between his anger and lack of air.
"Clark, I've made up my mind." Lionel brushed a clump of hair out off of Clark's forehead. That simple action made Clark so angry, and he couldn't control his breathing anymore, as he rapidly gasped for oxygen.

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry

The searing of the sinew
My body fights for air
The ripping of the tissue
My lungs begin to tear
Gravity's got my bones
It pulls my flesh away

"Clark, calm down." This wasn't what Lionel wanted. He loved Clark, and definitely didn't want to kill him, "Deep breathes." But it didn't help, Clark just got worse, and the worse he got, the more panicked he became.
Lionel called someone into the room, to help Clark.
Clark vaguely saw a female nurse kneeling over him telling him to calm down, but he couldn't, and he began to feel dizzy and kept seeing black spots flash across his vision. Clark grabbed at his shirt, ripping it open. He thought maybe his chest wouldn't feel so tight, but it didn't help.
The last thing Clark remembered was an oxygen mask being slipped onto his face.

The steam finally dissipates
I make out my sweaty face

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"Are you sure you saw him?...How many people were by him?... Okay." Lex hung up the phone. He finally had some hope, after hours of calling people and trying to figure out were Clark was. Finally someone was able to tell Lex that they saw 2 men bringing a limp Clark into the back of an apartment complex. It had taken a rather large bribe, to get the address of the place, but Lex had it, and he was going to find his little brother, no one was going to stop him.
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Lana ran into her house and up the stairs to her room. She hoped her parents didn't notice she was home, because she really wanted to be alone.
She laid face down on her bed, and let herself cry, really cry. It wasn't just Clark's kidnapping. It was everything. Her emotions had never been so high, first without have Clark to comfort her, and then Clark's note, saying that they could be together, only for him to be ripped from her. Now he could be anywhere, with anyone. Who knows what they wanted with him. Another sob escaped her as the thought, that is was Clark's birthday, raced threw her mind.
That was the thought that really tipped her over, and she began to cry harder than she ever had before. She felt like she was going to choke, she was sobbing so hard, but she calmed down enough to breathe.
"Lana?" Jonathan opened the door; he had heard her crying from downstairs, "What's wrong?" He knew it was something to do with Clark, but he had assumed he had hurt her.
"Dad..." Lana cried. She couldn't speak, not yet. Jonathan came and sat down next to her on the bed, and held her in his arms, as she cried harder.
Lana had thought she wanted to be alone, but her Dad made her feel so much better, and helped her compose herself enough to talk.
"What's wrong?" Jonathan's heart was breaking as he saw his little girl in so much pain.
"Clark... he's... gone." Lana sobs interrupted, "They took him..."
"Who took Clark?" Jonathan asked.
"I saw it, dad... he just... stopped moving." She completely broke down at the last 2 words. Jonathan didn't push her, as she was obviously incapable of explaining anything. He just held her, and rubbed her back, trying to comfort her,
"Its okay, Lana, its okay." He told her as she cried into his chest.
After about 10 minutes Lana finally stopped crying, and she looked up to her dad, "I'm scared for him, Dad."
"Lana, I'm sure Clark's okay." Jonathan just wanted to make Lana feel better, he actually had no idea what even happened to Clark.
"It was his birthday..." It was the last blow in unfortunate events for Clark. It was just so unfair. Clark's birthday cake was being replaced with a needle to the neck, and his balloons were being popped by Lionel.
Lana finally told her father what had happened earlier, and Jonathan couldn't help but feel sorry for Clark, as much as he didn't like him. Lana was so torn up over it; he never really saw how much she loved him.
"Lana, we should call the police." Jonathan suggested.
"No... it will only make things worse for Clark, and they can't help him." Lana said, wiping the tears off her face.
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"Oh, Jonathan that is horrible." Martha said, as Jonathan relayed the story about Clark, to her.
"Lana is really upset." Jonathan told his wife.
"I would assume so." Martha said, "Jonathan, that poor boy. How could his own father do that to him?"
Jonathan never had the love for Clark, Martha had. He was well aware of how she never gave up her love for Clark, since when he was a toddler.
Even though Jonathan didn't have that, he still felt terrible about Clark. Because he never admitted to anyone, not even Martha, but whenever he heard anything about Clark, good or bad, weather Clark himself had done the bad, or it had been done to him, he felt guilty. He felt almost responsible, because he had let Clark be taken into Lionel's grasp and supervision. If he had never asked him for the adoption papers, he would never of had an interest in Clark, and Clark could grow up a normal boy, and not have to go threw trails like this; things grown men don't ever have to experience, and to make it worse, the evil was done by his own father.
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Lex walked into the building, only to be greeted by 2 security guards.
"I'm Lex Luther." Lex said annoyed, that they were trying to stop him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Luther, but our orders were to let no one by." One of the spoke up.
"My father asked me to come here, so I suggest you get out of my way... now." Lex had a hidden threat in his tone, mixed in with his lie. The 2 looked at each other, and then let him by.
Lex didn't know exactly where he was going, but he opened all the doors along the hallways. When he got to the 3rd to last door, on the right, he opened it to find what he was looking for- Clark. Lionel was also there too.
"Oh My God! What did you do to him!" Lex said shocked at what he saw.
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Song lyrics my Megadeth "angry again"