I was naturally going to put Van the meteor freak
hunter into the story, but then I remembered that he
is dead. So I decide to give him a brother Named
Vince. Vince enrolls himself into Smallville High,
because he wants to avenge his brother. He is now
after Clark who sent his brother Van into Aslyum in
Metropolis, where he was killed. So now puts all the
blame on Clark, since the Freak that killed Van is
dead. (Let's pretend)

I hope you like it...

3 days later

Smallville Hallways

Chloe: Ok, Vince I guess I'm here to show you around.

Vince: It's ok you don't have to listen to Mrs.
Thompson. I'm sure I can find my way around.

Vince stood tall about 6 foot 1 with dark hair, deep
brown eyes, and wearing confident smirk. He didn't
look like a troublemaker, though his voice was ragged
and his eyes showed a dark side to him. He seemed more
two sided than anything, like he had a good and a bad
side.

"Nah, it's ok. It will be fun showing you around.
First things first, come with me and visit my heart
and soul "The Torch," Chloe said with a smile.

"Ok, and what are going do after?" Vince asked.

"Um, we go to class, then at you can meet my friends
Lana and Clark at lunch."

"C-Clark Kent?" He asked Chloe as his eyes widen, he
suddenly felt hate rush through his body. He hated him
for being a freak; he hated him for getting his
brother sent in the Therapeutic Hospital in
Metropolis--who later got killed; his brother's death
wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for Clark, he
thought. He couldn't blame or kill the freak that
killed his brother because he was already dead. So the
next best thing was Clark.

He hated Clark because now he was alone in the world,
no family or friends.

"Yeah, how did you know his last name"? Chloe
inquired.

"I heard his name a couple of times; he's a popular
kid," he said as he tried to cover up his interest for
Clark.

"Well, Clark is what I call a man of mystery always
there to save to day," Chloe smiled.

"That's all the friends you got? I would think an easy
going and beautiful girl like you would have more
friends," he said with a flirtatious, as he changed the subject of Clark.
He tried to work his charm on Chloe, being a young man
like he was, all he was thinking about was killing
Clark and getting into Chloe's pants. He found her
very attractive, plus if he could make friends with
her he could get closer to Clark.

"Careful newcomer if I didn't know any better I would
say you were trying to make a pass at me."

"Maybe I am...ok show me this torch of yours."

"All right, it has to be brief. I don't want us to be
late for class." Chloe said as she took his hand and
dragged him to the Torch. As she was doing this she
was think about the comment he made early, about her
being beautiful. The last male to say that to her was
Clark at the spring formal; Vince was very cute and

Subconsciously she wondered if they could ever be a couple.

As Chloe was pulling him by his hand all he thought
about was how he was going to get close to Clark, and
when he was going to attack him. His thoughts just
suddenly trailed off as he started to stare at Chloe's
behind.

West Hallways: Lana's Locker.

Lana stood with her locker open, looking at her
reflection. She looked at her eyes, they were puffy
and looked like she was crying for days (which she
was). Lana pull yourself together, it is not your
fault that it didn't work out with Clark. He chose to
not tell you the truth. It was fun when it lasted,
just move on. Lana said that to herself trying to
convince herself it wasn't her fault. Suddenly she
felt a warm presence around her, when she looked in
her mirror she saw a tall figure in plaid shirt behind
her. She turned around to find Clark looking solemnly
at her. Everything that she had said to make her feel
better, suddenly vanished, now she was
feeling the pain all over again.

"Lana," Clark whispered to her silently, Lana could
see that he was hurt too by the look in his eyes. "I'm
sorry, that I walked out like that."

"N-No Clark, I told you to leave if you didn't tell me
your secret and you didn't so..."

Clark stood back and took a good look at her, even in
the sad state she was in he found her beautiful. He
realized her red and puff eyes and he knew it was
because of him. He felt his heartbreak into a million
pieces. He was hurting her again, but only if she knew
how big of a deal his secret was...

"Lana, I can't tell you because it will hurt you,
people can hurt you, and I'm afraid that you never
talk to me again. I do trust you, it's just that I'm
looking out for you." Clark poured all his feels on
the table.

"Clark." Lana answered very annoyed. "I can take care
of myself, you're not realizing that you are hurting
me by breaking up with me and not telling me what's keeping you away.

I'm sure whatever it is, I can handle it. I'm a big girl Clark,
don't take away my choices!" She shouted.

Everyone in the hall turned and stared at them briefly. Lana was red with

embarrassment.

"I know that I'm hurting you, but it's better than how
you could possible feel if I tell you."

"What is it Clark?" She walked over to him and stared
at him with pleading eyes. "I won't ever leave you."
Lana could not understand why he was so afraid of her
leaving him when he left her. She could not understand
why he was so afraid of telling her his secret, all
she wanted to know was all of him just like he knew
all of her.

The School Bell Rung

'Saved by the bell,' Clark thought.

Lana without saying anything more she turned slammed
her locker shut and went to Class.

Lunchtime:

"Wow, I never realized that so many freaky things
happened in Smallville," Vince lied as he talked to
Chloe.

"Well, I'm glad that my wall of weird was there to
clue you in."

"You know what, I think the FBI or whoever should kill
those fucking meteor freaks out. They are a
destruction to society!"

"That's a little harsh, don't you think?" Chloe asked
hoping he would say 'yeah is harsh,' but he didn't.

"No, I don't think it is harsh, I hate every single
one of them. They killed my family." He started to
feel hate return to his body. Chloe looked shocked
but before she could respond to his behavior she heard
Clark's voice.

"Hey Chloe" Clark replied "Who is your friend?

Lunchtime continuation:

"Hey Chloe." Clark replied. "Who is your friend?"

"Hey Clark, this is..."

Vince abruptly cut her off. "I'm Vince Snyder." Vince
stood up and extended his hand gesturing to shake
Clark's hand. His actually name was Vince Mcknolty,
but Snyder was his school alias.

"Clark Kent." Clark took him up on his offer and
shook Vince's hand. Vince then pulled away when he
felt that the acknowledgement between them was
complete.

"Have a seat Clark," Chloe said.

"So, Vince how are you liking Smallville high so far?"
Clark asked pleasantly.

"It's fine... I already hate my teacher though."

"Mrs. James isn't it?"

"Yeah, she is a bitch. She gave me detention for chewing
gum." Vince rolled his eyes and leaned back in his
seat. Clark and Chloe both smiled, he was right Mrs.
James was a bitch.

Vince realized that Clark seemed to be warming up to
him really early in their conversation. So he tried to
keep it up. He wanted to get as close to Clark as he
possibly could, so he can find out where he lived and
attack him.

"Saturday is Valentines Day, who is the lucky girl?"
Vince asked Clark.

"Yeah, Clark?" Chloe followed up. "Are you patching
things up with Lana"?

Clark looked down at his tray, and sighed. "I don't
know what is going to happen to me and Lana. I might
just stay home on V-Day; my parents are gone for the
day... I probably stay home and do chores."

"So, you're home alone on Valentines Day, no parents
and your going to do chores! The mystery that is Clark
Kent." Chloe laughed and shook her head. He is so
weird. She said to herself. Most kids would just
throw a party.

Vince sat there silently and thinking about what Clark
said about him being home alone.

"Clark, if I was you I would tell Lana whatever you
were keeping from her, and maybe this time you will
get laid," Chloe said as she smiled.

"Chloe!" Clark turned to Vince to see if he heard what
Chloe just said but Vince just sat there in his own
world.

Clark is going to be home alone Saturday, this is
when I'm going to attack, but I need to know where he
lives. Vince thought to himself. "Hey Clark, where do
you live?" he asked as casual as he could.

"Well, I live on a farm just out of town."

"A farm, I never have been to one. Do you mind if I
come check it out after class? I can use some
company."

"Umm sure why not, as along as it's ok with Chloe."

"Yeah, sure it's ok. I think Vince is getting bored
hanging around an addicted high school reporter."

Vince just smiled.

"Ok, meet me after 7 pd. at the Beaver head bus
stop."

"Ok" Just a matter of time, Vince said to himself.
This is almost too easy.

"I was surfing the web today and apparently there is a
serial killer running around in Smallville. Officials
are trying to keep it hush hush so that it won't cause
a panic." Chloe reported.

"Really?" Vince asked curiously as he felt himself
break a sweat. "Do they know what he looks like?"

"No. It's what they are trying to figure out now."

He sighed in relief.

"What's the killer's M.O?" Clark asked before taking a
bit into his sub.

"Meteor Freaks."

Vince stared at Clark to see his expression but Clark
nodded calmly.

"I was trying to figure out who it was and Van came to
mind."

"Van, huh? He is dead, Ian killed him," Clark stated.

Vince felt his blood bubble with anger If you didn't
put him in that freak infested place then he never
would have been murdered by that bastard . He suddenly
detested sitting so close to Clark, so he excused
himself.

Elapsed Time:

On a Saturday morning, Vince snuck to the Kent's far
with his sniper, which was loaded with meteor bullets
the same as his brothers. Vince wore an all black
suit, and some how managed to climb all the way to the
top of the loft with the help of a rope and rocks
class. Because his suit blended in perfectly, all he
had to do was wait for Clark to appear. He was very
skilled in his craft, having killed 8 meteor freaks
and Clark would make his ninth.

45 minutes later:

Clark came outside wearing a pair of blue jeans and a
flannel shirt, prepared to do his chores. Clark's
parents left early that morning because it was
Valentines Day. Jonathon had planned a day away from
the farm for the two. Only a day because they didn't
trust Clark enough to leave him for a night after that
incident with Lana happened. Clark wanted the farm to
be clean by the time they came back. Vince laid on top
of the loft and began to aim the gun for Clark's
chest, but suddenly Clark zoomed out of sight. Quicker
than Vince's eyes could blink. 'Whoa,' Vince said to
himself, 'what a freak!'

Clark stopped moving and picked up a haystack and
moved it into a barn. Back and forth Clark went, Vince
started to get annoyed that he couldn't get a proper
shot. About two minutes later Clark stopped, and when
inside to get something to drink and then to return to
his chores.

Vince was pissed off by Clark's constant movig and decided
that he would get Clark the next time he came outside.

Inside, Clark headed for some milk in the
refrigerator, but then with his super hearing he
heard a horse approaching. Who could that be. he
thought. So he decided to wait and see who was
approaching on the horse and through the kitchen
window he saw that it was Lana. He felt happy to see
her, Clark really wanted to take her out on Valentines
Day. Between Monday and Saturday Clark and Lana
started talking again, it was like they couldn't get
enough of each other. But Clark could tell that Lana
was holding back whenever they talked.

Just great. Vince thought. A Visitor! You know what
I don't care if she is there. I'm going to kill him
now; it's not like she will know that it was me. So
Vince aimed his gun at the door of the Kent's house,
waiting for Clark to approach.

Lana came about 5 feet away from the front door of
Clark's house, when Clark came outside.

"Hey Lana." Clark waved his hand casually and smiled
at her and she returned it.

"Just came by to say hello."

"Well hello." Clark's super hearing began to hear a
faint sound through the wind that began to grow louder
each second. He stopped talking and turned in the
direction of where the sound was coming from. Clark
started to feel his stomach tie into knots, his head
started to pound him and his veins started to turn
green.
"Clark are you ok?" Lana asked concerned. Before he
could answer or react he felt 2 sharp objects go
straight through his body, and he blacked out. Clark
fell straight to the ground, the meteor bullets landed
a couple of inches beside him and blood gushed
everywhere.

"CCCCCCCCLLLLLAARK!" Lana shouted from the top of her
lungs. She quickly got of her horse and rushed to his
side, by this time Vince was climbing down the loft
and was making his escape.

Lana opened up the front door and dragged the
unconscious Clark by his arms, and pulled him inside.
Her first instinct was to call the ambulance. Her
hands were bloodly and shaky, she grabbed the nearest
phone and attempted to dial 911 but couldn't. She
quickly hung up the phone when the heard an operator
say, "if you like you make a call please hang up and
try again..."

"Shit," she replied to herself, she picked up the
phone again and tried her hardest to stead her hand so
that she could dial. But when she glanced over to
Clark, she saw him regain consciousness. He was
mouthing the word NO, and slightly shaking his head.
She suddenly realized that it was because he didn't
want her to call the ambulance.

"Hello, Hello, is anyone there?" asked the person on
the other line

"Sorry." Lana replied, she hung up the phone then ran
to Clark.

"Lana, don't all the ambulance. Did you already?"
Clark whispered in fear and in pain because his there
was still holes where the bullets hit him. It was only
a moment of time before they self healed, and Lana
would see him do it.