Chapter 2 And again, none of the copy righted material is mine

Purple Kool-Aid with a hint of strawberry is the best. At least that is what Clark Kent thought, which is probably why he bought all 50 boxes off shelves when he saw it was on sale at the grocery store. Sadly, that left only the red kind, the black kind, and green kind for other customers. Lana was probably one of those random people who likes green Kool-Aide, Clark mused as he waved to Lana on his way out He figured he could super-speed through the woods, this way he could mix his purple drink as soon as he got home.

Lex was just a limp figure, his black coat made him look like a log. It didn't register to Clark that his best friend was dying from blood loss until he was at the loft "Oh, jesse Lex what the heck did you do now," Clark muttered as he zipped back to the 'log.' Lex was barley alive, seconds mattered, his body had been out there for at least an hour. His jet black sleeve was now a sickly crimson. Two seconds to get there from the loft, three to hospital. Clark knew with his x-ray vision that it was only a hairline fracture, but the blood loss worried him. What the young hero didn't register was the minute concussion, and two broken ribs.

Green Kool-Aide is the best. At least, this is what Lana thought, which is probably why she bought all 50 boxes of the shelf. Poor losers, they only have the red and black stuff left now. Perhaps Chloe likes the red stuff, mussed Lana as she hurried toward the Torch, waving at Chloe as she left. The coffee mixer called to her, begging to mix her precious green powder into that luscious sugar drink.

Lex was in surgery, his wrist wouldn't stop bleeding. Transplant, after transplant it was darning the hospital of their stores. Clark was pacing, his parents had told him to come home, when he had called. Something inside of Clark demanded him to stay here waiting for Lex to beckon him, he was after all the guy's best friend. Probably Lex's only friend.

Black Kool-Aide is the best. At least this was Chloe's opinion, and probably why she bought all 50 boxes off the shelves. She said hi to Pete on her way out musing, I hope he likes that red stuff. HA! It's the only stuff left. Hoping into her car, she zoomed towards school, were she could mix and stir in peace. After all, the Torch was her personal sanctuary. Hers.

Lex was going to make it, the surgery was a success. Clark stopped pacing when he saw them wheel his unconscious friend into ICU, he was breathing at fairly decent rate. There was a bunch of tubes hooked up to help him recover. Clark looked down to his hand, he had been so nervous he had crushed a granite paper weight in his hand. The fine powder sprinkling out of hand was proof.

Red Kool-Aide was the best. At least this was the idea running through Pete's head as he bought the 50 boxes from the shelf. Smiling triumphantly as he left, he headed to his house to enjoy his treat. Mine, all mine! He though manically, while his left eye started to twitch

Lex felt like he was floating in a sea of red unsure if he could awake. How could he doubt his awakening? He scolded his thoughts. He had heard that rush of wind, the swirling of leaves, Clark had been there. Clark would save him; it's what he always did. Mumbled voices were within his hearing range, but other than that Lex Luthor was nothing to the world.

To be continued,
can you gusse what the Kool-Aid is for?

Previw of next chapter:

"And now the weather! This month, everyone in town will be lucky enough to see, not one! Two full moons!"

"Clark…"Squeaked a small voice. (who is it?)