Part 2/6
Pain was what he woke to. Pain was what filled his head, and pain was what shot through him every time he breathed. He tried to open his eyes, but had the oddest sensation. He could feel himself make the movement. But, his world was still dark. He could hear birds chirping. He knew it wasn't night yet.
Than it hit him. He was blind. For the second time in his life he was blind. And, this time he didn't think he was going to get his sight back.
Another thing felt strange. His lower half felt extremely cold. He realized that he hadn't completely gotten out of the lake when he passed out. He tried to pull himself out, but was too weak. His legs were dead weight.
A crisp breeze blew across the lake, across Clark's bare body, and making him shiver. Normally he would have enjoyed it, since it was such a hot summer. But, now it just sent a chill down his spine.
Clark could hear leaves being walked on. Maybe I was out longer than I thought. Maybe they are looking for me already. He prayed he hadn't imagined that sound. It gave him hope.
He heard it again. Louder this time. Some one was coming closer. Clark gathered up enough strength to give out a cry for help. "Somebody! Help!" He knew he wasn't very loud. Barely above a normal tone. But, it was the loudest he could go at this point.
The rustling sound came closer. He could hear someone walking closer to him. But, he didn't hear anyone talking. Just, heavy panting. Than, something soft brushed across his arm. Soft, and furry. Oh sht Clark thought, when he heard a low growl. Whatever animal it was kept sniffing him. It stopped by his shoulder. Oh please. Please. Please don't hurt me. Oh God. What is it going to do to me?
Than it happened. He felt the animal's jaw snap together around his shoulder. If anyone was around, he was positive they would have heard his screams. He could feel the creature tug on his arm, trying to pull on it. He could have sworn he heard a rip. But, if he had it was drowned out by another scream.
The thing, as Clark came to think of it, continued this for a full ten minutes. Ten minutes which felt like ten hours. His arm was numb, but he could still feel the pain. Than, finally it stopped. It must have given up. But, even though it had stopped, Clark's arm didn't feel any better. His shoulder was still burning every time he breathed.
All you wanted was to just go for a hike. Instead, you almost drown, get stuck half way in a lake of what might as well be liquid Kryptonite, go blind, and get attacked by a wild animal. What else could go wrong?
He shouldn't have asked that question. Because, maybe if he hadn't, he wouldn't have gotten the terrible answer.