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The Murky Truth

Chapter 2: The Wall of Weird

(Clark's POV)

I can't believe I woke up late again. I look at my blinking clock to know that it must have turned off during the night. I don't even try to punish it's lousy disposition, I just get my clothes on as fast as I can, and run to the end of the drive just in time for me to see it driving away.

"Great," I mumble to myself. I look back to the house and I smile. I know I am not supposed to use my unique gifts right now. I know I am grounded for doing just that. My dad has me doing chores by the bail load every night after school.

I realize though standing at the end of my drive that I don't care, besides helping dad out allows me to use my gifts, whether he knows it or not, and I will not just let them be forgotten.

Before I even have a chance to go back and tell them that I have missed the school bus yet again, I zip across the cornfields ripping up the earth and smile when I beat the school bus to the school.

Chloe walked off the yellow school bus with Pete Ross. I met Chloe years earlier, when her family just moved here from Metropolis. She had to know what a working farm looked like. So I took her to the Kent farm. Ever since then she has been pestering me and teasing me about everything. I don't know why she continues to try. It hasn't worked then and it hasn't worked now.

I stay close though close enough to hear her say, "Clark couldn't make the bus if his life depended on it." She joked to Pete.

I emerge out of my hiding place, to meet her face to face.

"How do you do that?" She inquires. She has always inquired about me, and that is what is the most annoying aspect of Chloe Sullivan.

I must say though, even though she is annoying as hell, she has her useful side to her. She tends to know everything that is going on in this small dinky town, at least enough of what is going on. Which is precisely why I put up with her.

I have to know what the happenings are if I am to accomplish what I was sent here to do. I have to do what is needed. I don't know what that is exactly, just really a gut feeling I have always had.

I put on a smile as she continues talking as we walk into the courtyard of our new high school.

Lana Lang walks by. I can tell that there is something about Lana that has me very attracted to her, but something about her has me stumbling all over my feet every time I try.

She drops a book on the ground before she enters the school. I have to be nice, after all my reputation for everything I have ever worked of is at stake and no one can question whether I am good or bad, they have to know I am the good boy Clark Kent, the person who won't eventually enslave the world, and reap the land of their benefits. They must not be able to see it coming.

So what is the gentleman to do? I pick up her books of course. I get just about to touching her before I fall flat on my face. I hate the pavement more than anything, but what is worse than the pavement's grinding surface, was Whitney's glare at me.

I brush it off, and pull myself up, just in time to see Chloe and Pete laughing at my near fetal attempt to help Lana Lang.

"Real smooth," Pete says to me. I just looked at him with an annoying glare. I don't want to get close to him, but he is forcing me to do just that. I tolerate him though, because he is Chloe's friend, and I need Chloe's connections to stay in connection with this place.

I want to know what is going on, I need to know what is going on. It is what I need. Maybe so the events don't expose me, maybe so I can gain the favors of people who I could help. But I only help those that.

What I want to know the most though, is how much do they know? I go back to Chloe and Pete, they were talking about all the weirdness around the town. I play ignorant again. I am good at ignorant, which is what everyone believes I am.

"Weirdness central what do you mean by that?" I ask innocently enough.

They just look at each other. I hate it when they do that to me. I hate it when they know stuff that I don't know. I just raise my eyebrow, and watch as they whisper excitedly to each other.

"What?" I ask.

"Oh it's nothing." Chloe says. God I hate it when she does that to me. I want to know what is going on, I want to know, and they continue to beat around the bush with me.

"Hey, maybe we should tell him?" Pete says. Thank god for Pete being the reasonable one, the one who seems to be closer to me as a friend than Chloe. I smile and look at Chloe.

"Tell me what?" I ask again, playing innocent.

"Oh, we just have this little thing, it's not too big." She smiled.

Frustrations fill me again, but she just smiles and pulls out a sucker from her purse and walked in school with Pete following her.

Of course I follow them, as they walk into the headquarters for the school paper.

"What is it that you should show me?" I ask still putting on that good ole Clark Kent charm.

They walk to the door at the back of the room and open it. They walk in and I of course follow them inside. I was shocked at what I saw there surrounding the small confines of the room.

There were pictures everywhere, of every article of every weird occurrence that ever happened in this small dinky little town. I take my time and look at it. The picture of Lana really caught my eye. I starred at it for a little bit. I am not too worried on the appearance of this, since they already know that I have an interest in Lana Lang.

I know I orphaned her, I know that she has no parents because of me, and part of me doesn't care. My interests in her aren't romantic, but I have everyone believing they are.

Whoever she is, the person who lives in the farm just across the way from the barn the person whom I watch constantly through the telescope in the hayloft. I know somehow without even speaking to her that she will have a roll in the turning of the world.

Of course to keep appearances up I try to help her out the most I can, to try to hide my true intentions of using her for my own benefit. An unfulfilled childhood lust is what they believe it is, just some silly high school crush. But it is much, much more than that. I know it, but they believe what they will.

"Hey Clark!' Chloe's voice interrupts my thoughts. I turn to her and smile.

"This is quite a piece of work." I comment on all the weird articles plastered to the wall. "What do you call it?"

"Well it really doesn't have a name, we just call it the wall of weird."

I look at it some more, and I realize just how close they really are to the truth. To knowing everything there is to know. To know that the meteor storms that day were just a cover for my arrival, the entire thing was planned by the Assembly on Krypton.

Everyone believes I don't have memories from my true parents. That I don't know anything about where I came from, but I remember everything I ever heard, I just don't tell anyone to let them know any different.

I look at it for a bit longer, absorbing everything I see, and I know one thing from this. I have to keep a closer eye on Chloe Sullivan.

I sat through classes that continued to bore me to tears. I don't care what they teach me any more. I know what I need to know. The teachers don't know this though, as I continue to ace my tests with little effort.

I don't sleep through the day's classes, but I am not really paying attention. Just doodling little drawings of Lana in my notebook. Personally I don't know why I even both to come to class any more, or why my adopted parents make me go, but I go anyways.

After all I am the perfect good son.

School couldn't end soon enough. I heard the bell ring and it was music to my ears. I ran out of class grabbing my book bag out of my locker, wished Chloe and Pete a good evening and head back to the farm.

I don't get on the bus, and I don't set the new land speed record either. I just continue to walk slowly down the road. I see a lumber truck pass full of chopped trees, I don't pay much attention, but I know it dropped a timber onto the road. Again I do nothing to stop it. In fact I just stay there looking over the bridge.

Later I would be asked about why I was leaning over the bridge. Truthfully I was thinking about the wall of weird, but I just told them personal issues. It wasn't really a lie; it just wasn't really the truth. It is not like I am standing on the grand stand having to testify on it, so who cares if the police don't know the real reason I was there.

When it happened, when the car happened by, I knew who it was. It couldn't have been anyone else. I mean, who all do we know who drives a Porsche? There was only one person who I knew it could be.

It wasn't that I liked or loved Lex Luther that I jumped into the water and pealed back his car like it was a sardine can. I hadn't really liked him at all. But, I know that in order to carry out my plan, the biggest plot of all I would need someone with extremely good connections who had the funding needed to get by the law.

A person like that if used right could be a very powerful person. I didn't pull him out because it was the decent thing to do. I pulled him out for my own damned reasons. Because I knew that if I put him into a position of debt into my favor I could get into his inner circle. I knew people like him doesn't particularly like being in another's debt, especially one as big as having their life saved.

I told them though that I was just a nice guy.

It almost shocks me on how gullible people are, how eagerly they are to trust another person, how they want to trust others. I can't help but extort the situation to my own benefit, to feed them exactly what they want to hear, so that I may look like the hero of the day instead of the pesky little boy that just stands around and looks clueless as things happen around him.

Sure I could have moved the timber. It was there long enough for me to go out there and snatch it from the bridge, but I didn't. I didn't simply because I like that unknown factor. I didn't know who was coming down that road, but now because it was here. I have a brand new contact with the Luther family and in a good favor.

I trust that he will spend his resources to investigate the bizarre atmosphere of this wreck that is to be expected from a person of his financial stature. I know it, and I don't do anything to stop it. I want him to find out, I want him to know what type of a resource I could be. I want him to know that if he helps me, I will help him, and have a very productive business relationship.

I smile gloatingly as I speed off towards the farm. I don't tell mom and dad on the happenings of the day, but I am sure they will know soon enough. This is after all a tiny little town in Kansas and word of a farm boy saving the live of a millionaire will make some waves.

I am quite pleased with the way things have panned out, more so than I could have imagined. Now if I could just get my parents to open up to me and tell me what they are hiding.

They still don't know I know where I came from, they don't know I know about my powers, and I want to keep it that way. For if they knew it would be detrimental to everything I have worked so hard for, I just continue to help them out and be the perfect little son, as I lift the tractor for my father.

"Alright son, let her down slowly." He says to me in the twilight of the day.

I look at him and smile.

"Dad, do you know anything about my real parents?" I ask thinking on Chloe's wall and what she really knows; I just have to find out what all they know.

He looks at me with an inquisitive gaze, and I know he knows something, and I need him to show me, it is a must.

He puts up his tools and goes inside to where mom is cooking dinner.

"I am going to show him," he tells her. She looks almost with a glare that could peal the paint off of the walls. This is when I know that whatever they are hiding from me is big, real big. I follow him, not really saying much of anything; I just know that whatever it had to be big, real big.

He takes me to the cellar and pulled the chained lock from the doors, before swinging them open and walking down the rickety steps.

I follow, and notice a covered boulder sitting in the middle of the room. I didn't need to know what it was when I saw it; I knew it was the pod my real parents put me in when I was just two months.

He uncovered the small metallic pod, and I knew exactly what it was.

But seeing it was like a trigger though, and suddenly I knew exactly what I needed to do. It was an unwritten instruction from my parents I just smiled and nodded and continued to ask questions to dad about it, pretending that this was all news to me. Little does he know though…

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