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Chapter 6: Hourglass
Sarah, Allison, and Brianna were at the loft one afternoon after school. They were assigned to do a report on the town's history. Although, they couldn't find anything that would help them try and get a good grade. Sarah was sitting on the floor, her back on the couch. Brianna was sitting at Clark's desk, and Allison was lying with her stomach on the couch. All three of them had writers block.
(A/N: Writers Block. Don't you just hate it?)
"Man!" Allison threw her pencil down on the desk in frustration. "It's Monday, and we're stuck doing this stupid report due next week,"
"What's your point?" asked Brianna.
"I hate Mondays. It's the one day in a week where teachers can load you with all the homework in the world to make up for the weekend,"
"It's just a silly school report Ali. It's not gonna kill you,"
"Here's my plan," Allison said sitting up. "We go find Clark and Pete, bug them for a while, forget about the whole report until the last minute, and then write it. It's more fun that way,"
"Nope," Sarah said. "I hate doing that. Besides, history is my low-point, and I need to get my grade up. This report is worth 75 of our grade. I'm not gonna get myself ineligable for the newspaper,"
"Oh yeah," Brianna groaned. "She's right. And I gotta get that article written on my laptop before our time to get the issue ready expires,"
"You guys are no fun," Allison pouted.
"Well, Ali, we have responsibilities now. We're not in elementary school anymore,"
"If we were," Sarah pointed out. "I'd still hate Clark's guts,"
"Now you're all hugs and kisses over him,"
Brianan laughed, and Sarah threw a crumpled piece of paper at her. Allison still pouted.
"Well I'm not gonna waste my Monday afternoon with a bunch of homework," she said. "I'm outie,"
Allison took her jacket, leaving Brianna and Sarah alone. They exchanged glances, and sighed.
"She's gonna get herself in trouble," Brianna said working on her paper
"I know," Sarah said not looking up.
"Clark's gonna wrestle you to the ground for it,"
"I know,"
"He's gonna use his X-Ray vision to read your diary,"
Sarah snapped her head up and furrowed her eyebrows
"The weasel wouldn't dare," she growled.
"Of course he wouldn't," Brianna said sarcastically.
Brianna laughed again as Sarah gave her a death glare.
"Nice Bri," she remarked. "Real nice,"
"I'm gonna go get Allison," Brianna said getting up. "She is not gonna get out of this class assignment,"
"All right,"
Sarah continued working on her assignment about the history of her family farm, and how it survived dust bowls and the great meteor shower. Clark would be back soon, and he was going to take her to the Beanery for dinner. Her eyes started drooping from tiredness of a long day. She fought to keep her eyes open, but soon sleep took her, as her head leaned back against the arm of the couch.
Clark, having had a rough day at both school and the retirement center, was walking up the steps to do his homework, when he found Sarah sleeping on the couch. He smiled. Her head was rolled to the side facing the back of the couch, her hands still gripping the pen and paper she had on her textbook. He put down his book bag by the desk, and took a blanket from a chair.
"You, my little sister," he whispered as he took Sarah's things from her hands. "Have just taken my homework spot for the moment,"
Clark draped the blanket around Sarah, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Still smiling, he went to the desk and started working on his homework.
A while later, when Clark was nearing the end of his assignments, he heard Sarah moan. He looked back and saw her stirring a little bit, but not waking up. He turned back to work on his homework. A few moments later, he heard another moan, this time louder. It started becoming louder and louder, until it became gasps and whimpers of fright. Clark quickly rushed over to her.
"Sarah?" he asked calmly.
Sarah still tossed and turned, as if she were struggling. She wouldn't wake up.
"Sarah!" he almost shouted. "Open your eyes. It's just a nightmare! Sarah, you have to wake up!...Oh please. Not her. Anybody but her. Don't let her die...Sarah open your eyes!"
Saah snapped her eyes open gasping, her eyes unsettling as she looked around. When she saw Clark, she sighed with relief.
"It's you," she sighed, breathing in and out.
"Did you have a nightmare?" he asked brushing her hair away from her face.
"I think so," Sarah sat up.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
Sarah shook her head "no". Clark nodded and sighed.
"I thought I was going to lose you," he said as he stood up and walked toward the desk.
Sarah furrowed her eyebrow's in confusion.
"What do you mean 'lose me'?" she asked. "I'm not going anywhere,"
Clark looked at Sarah with a worried expression.
"It's not like that," he said. "You know how I went to the Smallville Retirement Center this afternoon?"
"Yeah," Sarah smiled a bit. "You went there because Lana volunteered there,"
"...Right. I'm working with this woman. Her name's Cassandra. She's blind,"
"That's too bad," Sarah got off the couch and walked over to him. "But what does this have to do with me?"
"Rumor around the Retirement Center says that she can see the future,"
"Can she?"
"I don't know...but when she started coughing, I went to go get her a glass of water, when all of a sudden, her face was just blank. After a while, she said that someone close to me was going to die very soon,"
Sarah raised an eyebrow, and almost laughed.
"And you believe her?" she asked.
"I don't know," Clark admitted.
"Clark," Sarah put a hand on Clark's shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere. No one's going to die,"
After much talking, Clark took Sarah out to the Beanery for dinner that night. Chloe and Lana were meeting with them.
"Hey guys," Clark said as he and Sarah got out of the truck.
"Hi Clark," Lana smiled. "Hi Sarah,"
"Hi Lana," Sarah waved.
"I promised Sarah I'd take her out to dinner tonight," Clark said. "I thought we could all go,"
Clark, Sarah, Lana, and Chloe walked inside as they talked about what happened at the Retirement Center. Lana was completely depressed about one particualr senior citizen. She had said she was assigned to him, and they took a walk by a lake. She said that she was only inside for a moment, when all she found was his wheelchair.
"It's not your fault, Lana," Clark reassured.
"Do you know anyone else who lost an entire old person in a wheelchair?" asked Lana sarcastically.
"No," Chloe answered. "That's pretty impressive. Even by Smallville standards,"
They all took a seat in a booth as they talked. Sarah sat with Clark, while Lana and Chloe sat facing them.
"Maybe he was kidnapped" suggested Sarah.
"Who'd want to kidnap Harry?" asked Lana. "He's just a harmless old man,"
"Maybe a koi turned into a pirahna and ate him," Chloe said, joking.
Sarah and Clark looked at Chloe with a disapproving look.
"That's not funny," Sarah said.
"You asked for my help," Chloe protested. "I'm just thinking outside of the box,"
"I like your theory," said a voce.
Sarah and Clark turned around as Chloe and Lana looked up. There was a man about in his early 20's. He looked kind of cute. He had blonde hair that was combed back like he lived in the 50's or 60's, and had baby blue eyes that sparkled. Chloe, however, was clearly annoyed.
"You know," she said. "You might want to work on your eavesdropping technique"
"Sorry," the man apologized. "I'm...uh...I'm new in town. I just heard this is where young people congregate,"
Lana tried hard not to laugh, although Chloe was not polite as Lana always was.
"Yeah," she said sarcastically. "We congregate here often,"
Clark gave Chloe a stern look. But he gave the young man a warm smile and shook his hand.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Clark. This is my sister Sarah..."
"Hi," Sarah greeted.
"...The rude one's Chloe, and this is..."
"Lana Lang," the young man interuppted.
This surprised Lana. How could this young man know her name? She just met him.
"The name tag was a big clue,"
Lana looked down at the name tag she still had on. She sighed with relief. At least she knew this man wasn't stalking her.
"So...uh...good luck finding your missing old person,"
The young man turned around leaving the teenagers a bit uncomfortable.
The next day was a school day. Sarah, Brianna, and Allison were just getting off the bus to arrive at the Jr. High. The bus had gotten the students there early, so they had time to go to the Jr. Torch office to post up some last minute articles. Sarah was telling them about the weird afternoon she had as they walked in.
"I gotta tell you Sarah," Allison said putting her bookbag down on a chair. "That is one creepy dream,"
"Have you talked to Clark about it?" asked Brianna.
"No," Sarah answered starting up her computer. "It's just a dream. Clark doesn't need to know about it,"
"Well, judging the last part in it, I think..."
"Please!" Sarah held up a hand. "Don't remind me about that one. That's the part that freaks me out the most,"
"Sorry. So what else happened?"
"Well Clark took me out to dinner, cause mom and dad had to run some errands. Again!"
"Do you ever wonder where they go?"
"Nah. Ever since Clark and I started getting along, they've been going out more often,"
"Ah," Allison sighed. "I miss the days of torturing him. Do you remember the time where we silly-stringed his room that night at Sarah's house when he was sleeping?"
"Oh yeah!" Brianna laughed. "That was one heck of a night. And do you remember the time..."
Sarah "ahemed" in her throat to get her friends attention. Brianna and Allison looked down at their feet blushing for their previous pranks on Clark.
"We're getting off the subject," Sarah warned. "Anyway, it turns out weird things have been going on at Smallville Retirement Center,"
"Like what?" asked Brianna. "Dogs wearing false teeth?"
Sarah and Allison looked at Brianna weirdly.
"Where did you get that from?" asked Allison gaping at her.
"I don't know," Brianna admitted. "I like saying random stuff,"
"As I was saying," Sarah emphasized "saying". "Two things happened there. 1: Lana was working with this old man in a wheelchair: Harry Bollston. She went back to the center to get him a scarf and left him there by the river. When she came back, all she found was an empty wheelchair, the broken border of the bridge, a lighter, and no Harry,"
"Wow," Allison said impressed. "And I thought the only things Lana loses are earrings,"
"Allison!" shouted Brianna.
"What? Oh, come on! Can't I at least get a few 'Ha ha's' around here?"
"You've been hanging around Chloe too much,"
"Look who's talking,"
"But here's another weird thing," Sarah continued "Clark was working with this woman named Cassandra Carver. She's blind,"
"Did it happen all her life or recently?"
"Recently. 12 years ago actually. She got it from the meteor shower,"
"And how do you know this?" asked Allison. "Have you even met her?"
"No,"
"Then how do you know she got it from the meteor shower?"
"Because. Ever since she lost her sight, rumor has it that she can see the future,"
Allison and Brianna exchanged glances at each other.
"So," Sarah said. "Anyone wanna go up for a little investigation after school?"
"I can't," Brianna said. "I've gotta help my dad clean the garage. Four hours of me, him, dusty old boxes, 'The good old days', and dead rats in every corner,"
"I can ask Sheriff Ethan if I can go through Smallville's old records and check the background on the Bollston dude," Allison offered
"Great," Sarah said. "I'm gonna go with Clark today to the Retirement Center to speak with Cassandra,"
Suddenly, the bell rang. Allison groaned.
"Man!" she shouted grabbing her bookbag. "I'm gonna be late for Science!"
"Shoot! I got English," Sarah exclaimed looking at her watch.
Allison and Sarah headed out the door, and went opposite directions, leaving Brianna in the Jr. Torch Office, getting ready as calmly as possible.
"What's the big deal?" she asked herself. "That was just the ten minute bell. They've got time,"
After school, Brianna, Sarah, and Allison, both did as they planned. Sarah met with Clark to go to the Retirement Center to meet Cassandra, Allison rode her bike into town to the Police Station, and Brianna was left in the garage with her dad. Allison loved going into town. It gave her a great feeling. Made her feel comfortable. Like she was leading a normal life, with no meteor freaks. After she parked her bike on the sidewalk, she met with Sheriff Ethan.
"Sheriff," she greeted. "I'm glad you got my call,"
"I don't like the idea of a minor using the Hall of Records for her own personal reasons, Miss Harper," Ethan admitted. "But it sounded like it was something important,"
"It is. I'm reasearching on this man,"
Allison took a picture from her pocket. It was a picture of Harry Bollston. Ethan took the picture and studied it.
"Yes," he nodded. "Mr. Bollston. But you might want to try Harry Volk,"
"All right," Allison said. "Who's that?"
"Mr. Bollston,"
Allison was dumbfounded. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"How is that possible, Sheriff?" she asked almost laughing. "I'm researching Harry Bollston. Why would I be researching Harry Volk?"
"Volk changed his name to Bollston, Miss Harper," Ethan explained as he unlocked the door to the records. "Be careful. And put everything you found back to the way it was,"
Allison nodded and went in as Sheriff Ethan closed the door behind her.
"Geez," she said to herself. "He sounds like my mom,"
Allison set her bag on the table, and went to the "B" section. Just to make sure
"Bollston...Bollston...Bollston," she muttered to herself. "Huh. That's odd. I can't find it. It's like he never existed,"
Allison sighed, as she sat down on the table, and dialed Brianna's cell phone number. She let it ring for a few seconds.
"Come on Bri," she sighed. "I know you carry your cell phone with you everywhere. You even hide it in your back pocket during classes. Even at Gym,"
Allison laughed silently as she heard Brianna pick up the phone
"Hello?" she answered with a stuffy nose.
"Hey," Allison said. "How's the garage thing going?"
"Gr...grea...ACHOO!...Great,"
"Nice to hear you're enthused. Listen. I'm looking through the file cabinets in the hall of records at the Police Station. There's nothing on Bollston. It's like everyone knew who he was, but didn't know what he was. Must be some kind of ghost problem,"
"Oh," said Brianna sarcastically. "ACHOO!...So, now we're dealing with with ghosts instead of meteor freaks?"
"Sheriff Ethan did mention about Bollston changing his name a few years back. I'll check it out,"
"Al...All...ACHOO!...All right,"
"Have fun sneezing your brains out,"
Allison started laughing as Brianna said "SHUT UP!" and hung up on her. Allison shook her head and let out a breath, heading for the "V" section.
"All right Harry," she sighed. "Let's see what you are. Man or myth,"
Allison opened the file cabinet, and fingered every file it had. Soon, she came across the label "Volk, Harry".
"Voila!" she said to herself opening it.
Allison sat down and studied the file before her. When she got to his police records, she was shocked.
"Oh crud," she said.
Meanwhile, Clark and Sarah were at the Retirement Center. They were sitting across from Cassandra. Her eyes were unfocused, but she could tell they were there.
"Cassandra," Clark said. "I'd like you to meet my sister, Sarah,"
"It's nice to meet you Ms.Carver," Sarah smiled.
"I didn't know this nice young man had a little sister," Cassandra smiled.
"Sarah would like to ask you a few questions Cassandra," Clark explained. "Is it all right if I leave her here with you while I go do something real quick?"
"That's fine with me,"
Clark smiled at Cassandra and then at Sarah before he headed out the door. Sarah looked back at Cassandra.
"All right," she said. "Let's get started. Um, for starters, uh...I know this may pry into your personal life a bit but, how long were you blind?"
"Ever since the meteor shower," Cassandra said. "And don't sound guilty sweetie. It's not that personal,"
"OK. And, uh, is it true that you can see the future?"
Cassandra started laughing a bit. Sarah was beginning to feel a bit embarassed. Maybe she didn't really know how to see the future.
"I'm sorry," Sarah apologized. "I didn't mean to..."
"It's all right. But if you wanted to get your fortune told, you could pay 5 dollars for it at the Circus. I can only tell the future when I touch a person's hand,"
"So you really can tell the future?"
"Yes,"
"...Can you show me mine?"
Cassandra seemed to smile, and reached out her hands. Knowing what she was going to do, Sarah sat closer to Cassandra, and put her hands in hers. She closed her eyes concentrating, and Sarah did the same to help her relax. But suddenly, she could see what Cassandra was seeing. It was the same as the dream she had the day before. And like before, it scared her. She snapped her eyes open, and pulled her hands away.
"It happened again," she whispered
Cassandra seemed shocked.
"You saw that too?" she asked.
Quickly, Sarah got her stuff.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I have to go,"
And so, Sarah ran out of the room, and into the hallway. When she turned the corner, she bumped into Clark. She jumped, and he held her by the arms gently.
"Sarah, what happened?" he asked worried.
Sarah pushed Clark off of her and continued to run. She ran outside, down the steps, and onto the street. Why did she have that dream in the first place? Why was it that the dream would be her future? It was scaring her. Suddenly, Clark super-sped in front of her, and took her by the arms.
"Let go Clark!" she shouted trying to pull away. "Leave me alone!"
"Sarah!" Clark shouted. "Calm down. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on. I know you don't want to end up like last time. The last time you wouldn't tell me something, you got caught in a wall of fire. I don't want you getting hurt...Now tell me. What's the matter?"
"It's my future," Sarah said breathing slowly. "It was the same as the dream I had yesterday,"
"What do you mean?...Did Cassandra tell you your future?"
"No! I just asked and it popped into my head! Now leave me alone!"
"Sarah...tell me what happened in it...Please. I want to keep you safe,"
Sarah shook her head violently. When she looked up at him, she had tears in her eyes.
"I can't tell you," she breathed. "But whatever it is, it's not revolving around Cassandra's vision she had yesterday,"
Clark looked at her confused. If she was upset by the vision, then why didn't it involve Cassandra's vision? More importantly, how did Sarah see the vision? His thoughts were interuppted when Sarah's cell phone rang. She answered it.
"Hello" she answered. "...Are you sure?...OK. We're on our way,"
Sarah hung up the cell phone and put it back in her pocket.
"That was Ali. She says she has some information that was important on Harry Bollston. Can you give me a lift? Chloe, and Lana are gonna be there too. We're meeting at Brianna's,"
Clark nodded.
"Sure," he said softly. "Come on,"
Soon, everybody was at Brianna's house in the kitchen, sitting in Brianna, Allison, and Sarah's "Smallville Sanctuary". It used to be Greg's room, but ever since he died as a "Bug Boy", it was now the girls personal hangout. Brianna had just done the finishing touches the other night, and had to let another coat of red paint to dry while she pushed in an old couch, and a desk with a computer that linked into Smallville Jr. High's "Jr.Torch" system so they could have their projects at home and at school without a hassle. Of course, they had to get special permission from their principal first. So, here they were, sitting in a fresh painted room, the aroma still in the air. Brianna came in suddenly with a towel, drying her wet hair.
"Thanks for waiting," she said sitting down by Allison. "I swear, there is so much dirt in that garage. It's like I had layers of it when I washed it off,"
"All right," Allison started. "After an hour of waiting for the Clean Queen to get out of the shower..."
"Oh knock it off Ali. You'd be in the shower for an hour too if you spent half your afternoon in the dusty old garage,"
"Why don't you BOTH knock it off?" asked Sarah. "Allison, we've been patient with Brianna. It's not her fault she was in the shower when we got here. Why don't you just start what you've found out?"
"OK," Allison agreed. "Lana, were the police at the Retirement Center yesterday?"
"I think so," Lana answered. "But I don't understand. Why would you be researching someone who's missing?"
"Well," Brianna butted in. "Don't you think it's a bit odd? That Harry would just go missing from his wheelchair when he lost the use of his legs?"
"But he must've fell in the river," Chloe said. "He must've leaned down to get the lighter and fell through the fence of the bridge...and they weren't able to find him,"
"That's not the point," Allison said. "Look what I found in the Hall of Records,"
Allison opened a folder and Sarah went over to see what she had found.
"Turns out our friend Harry Bollston, is really Harry Volk. He changed his name a few years ago when he came to Smallville," Allison explained. "Everyone thought he was just a harmless old man who came back to his hometown to die. Well they thought wrong. He's a murderer,"
"A murderer?" asked Clark surprised. "Why would they let someone like that stay at the Retirement Center?"
"Because it happened 60 years ago, when he was 17. Back in the 40's he was studying to be a concert pianist,"
Brianna took a piece of paper from the file, reading it. Her eyes changed from worriedness, to amusement.
"Wow," she said. "This guy had it up to a full scholarship to the Metropolis Conservatory. Too bad it closed in the 70's,"
"Yeah," Allison agreed. "But his teacher recommended somebody else,"
"So he killed his teacher?" asked Sarah.
"No. He said the teacher killed his dream, so he killed the teacher's dream. The man's son,"
Everyone was silent. They realized they weren't dealing with anything meteor related...yet. They were dealing with a convicted murderer that was running from the police with what he did 60 years ago.
"I'm gonna go back to the Retirement Center," Clark said getting up. "Come on Sarah,"
Sarah didn't move. She looked out the window, pretending she didn't hear Clark. When Clark was about to leave, he turned back noticing she wasn't coming.
"Sarah, come on," he said. "Let's roll,"
"Uh..." Sarah started. "I'm gonna stay here and hang out with Bri and Ali. I'll walk home,"
"Sarah, if this is..."
"No Clark. I'm fine. I'll see you at the farm,"
Clark sighed, but went ahead anyway. After he left the room, Chloe, Lana, Allison, and Brianna looked at Sarah worried.
"What happened?" asked Allison.
"Nothing," Sarah shook her head. "I just...wanna figure out what to do with my future,"
After hanging out at "Smallville's Sanctuary", Chloe gave Sarah a ride home. It was nearly night time, and almost dinner. Chloe pulled up into the driveway.
"Thanks for the ride," Sarah said before taking off her seatbelt.
"Sarah," Chloe stopped her. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been awfully quiet,"
"Yeah. I'm just a bit depressed lately. So maybe, I just put myself into my own little world so that I can figure out to deal with my personal problems,"
"Well, okay. If you need anything, you know where to find me,"
Sarah smiled and gave a small wave at Chloe. She headed into the house where her mother and Clark were setting the table, getting ready for dinner.
"Hi Sweetheart," Martha smiled. "I was wondering when you were gonna get home,"
"We got held up," Sarah explained. "Allison was telling off Brianna for staying in the showr too long, and got into a cat fight. We had to sedate them with sugar,"
Jonathon laughed when he came into the kitchen, wiping his hands on a cloth from trying to fix the tractor.
"Well come on to the table and sit down sport," he gestured as he sat down at the table. "You're mother made fried chicken and mashed potatoes,"
Usually, Sarah would jump for joy for fried chicken and mashed potatoes. But instead, she just sat down between Jonathon and Clark with a plate full of food in front of her. She wasn't hungry. She was still thinking about that vision Cassandra had, and how she saw it too. Cassandra was supposed to see it herself. How come Sarah saw it too?
"Mom," she said. "Dad...am I a meteor freak?"
Martha and Jonathon looked up from the conversation they were having, and looked at Sarah strangely. Clark did the same thing.
"Now why would you ask us that question, sport?" Jonathon asked.
"I don't know," Sarah shrugged sheepishly
"Sarah," Clark started. "If this is about that dream you had yesterday..."
This time, Sarah was quite furious with Clark bringing up the subject of her dream...again. She sighed furiously, and snapped her head at Clark.
"How many times do you have to bring that up!" she said her voice rising.
"Look," Clark said calmly. "I'm just saying..."
"Well don't. Ever since I had the nightmare, you've been breathing down my neck about it every time you think something's wrong with me,"
"That's because there is something wrong with you!"
Sarah glared at Clark. He had definetly hit the roof.
"Oh," she said shaking her head. "That hurt Clark. That really hurt,"
Clark looked at Sarah confused as she got up from the table and ran upstairs to her room, slamming the door so hard, it made everybody wince. Martha and Jonathon looked at Clark strangely.
"Clark," Martha started. "What was all that about?"
"Yeah," Jonathon agreed. "You and Sarah haven't had a fight in months, and you're starting up now?"
"No," Clark sighed. "She just isn't telling me something,"
A few moments later, Sarah came down with her blue messenger bag she took to school, and a pillow tied to a red sleeping bag.
"I'm retreating to Brianna's for the night," she explained. "I'm gonna go to school with her in the morning. Is that all right?"
"Did you call her?" asked Jonathon.
Sarah nodded.
"All right. You can go. But you're going home with Clark on the bus in the afternoon,"
Sarah glared at Clark but agreed anyway. So she headed out the door, got on her bike, and rode to Brianna's.
The next morning, Mr. Arkin walked into the girls "Smallville's Sanctuary". Sarah was sleeping in her sleeping bag on the floor, while Brianna was sleeping on the couch.
"Rise and shine ladies!" he shouted. "Come on! Upupup!"
Brianna woke up in surprise for her dad's sudden outburst, and jumped off the couch, while Sarah groggily woke up.
"5 more minutes Mr. Arkin," she said sleepily. "Please,"
"No," Brianna said. "Didn't I tell you last night? He has to go to work early. Which means, we have to get up early, and walk to school,"
"All right,"
As Brianna was getting up and going out the door, she noticed Sarah was still in her sleeping bag, sitting up with her arms around her knees hugging herself with them.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," Sarah said softly. "Just give me a minute to wake up,"
"You know, you should probably talk to Clark about that dream,"
"Brianna...I told you. Clark doesn't need to know everything that goes on in my life. All right? Let's just drop it"
"OK. Do you wanna go to the Beanery and grab some hot chocolate on the way? My dad has to leave in like 10 minutes,"
"All righty then,"
After they had hurried to get ready for school, Sarah and Brianna were in town on the way to the Jr. High. They walked on the sidewalk, laughing and talking. Sarah left her sleeping bag and pillow at Brianna's house, so Brianna would drop off her stuff at the Kent Farm later that afternoon after school. They walked into the Beanery where adults were sitting at tables, and sitting on couches either sipping their coffee or reading the "Smallville Ledger".
"Do you have a quarter?" Brianna asked.
"Yeah," Sarah replied digging into her pocket "Why?"
"Just getting the 'Smallville Ledger',"
Sarah raised an eyebrow.
"You read the newspaper?" she asked
"It helps with my journalism skills," Brianna protested.
"Oooo-kay. I'll get the hot chocolate. Think we should get one for Allison?"
"Yeah," Brianna took the quater from Sarah. "She's always tired in the morning. Maybe chocolate would get her to wake up,"
Sarah smiled and went to the counter to order their beverages, while Brianna got the ledger from the dispenser. When she opened it, in bold letters on the front page, was the headline "MAN STRANGLED BY PIANO WIRE". She grew suspicious, and dug for her cell phone and called Allison. While it was ringing, Sarah had come back with a paper coaster of hot chocolates in cardboard cups and lids, and they had gotten out of the door. They were just turning the corner, when Allison had picked up.
"Hi Brianna," she said on the other line.
"Hey!" Brianna whined. "How'd you know it was me?"
"Who else calls me on my cell phone at 7 in the morning? What do you want?"
"Do you still have those copies of Harry Bollston or Volk, or whatever his name is?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Have you seen today's issue of the Ledger?"
"I don't the read the newspaper like you do Bri. But yeah, I've seen it. Some guy was strangled by piano wire. That oughta ring the Villian-Wanna-Be Alert...But something tells me that's not the topic of this discussion. Why are you really calling?"
"I can't talk right now. Me and Sarah on our way to the school. Meet us in the J.T. room. Check our buddy Harry's police records. Find out how he murdered his piano teacher's son,"
Brianna hung up her phone, put it in her pocket, and she and Sarah ran across the street, and up the steps. School wasn't starting yet, and there were very few kids in the hallways.
"I'm gonna go get my books and put my backpack in my locker," Sarah said. "I'll meet you in the J.T room,"
Brianna continued walking away as Sarah stopped by her locker. After twisting and turning her combination lock, she unhooked it, and opened it. Inside were pictures of her friends, family, and her articles from the Jr.Torch. One picture was Clark and Sarah sitting on the fence that bordered the cow pen. She sighed and took the magnet off of it, turing the picture over, so she wouldn't see it. Yep. She was still mad at Clark for prying into her life. After she folded up her empty book-bag, and got her books ready for her first class, she started walking down the hall. But when she turned the corner, WHAM! She slammed into another person so hard, she almost fell backwards. She caught her balance though, and got a grip on her falling books. It was Logan who she had bumped into.
"I'm sorry," Logan said.
"It's okay," Sarah returned. "It was an accident,"
"You're Sarah Kent right? The Homework Girl?"
"Yeah...and you're the boy who finds my homework. Logan McCoy?"
"That's me. I sit by you during first period,"
"I remember,"
"Where're you headed?"
"J.T room,"
"Excuse me?"
Sarah giggled.
"I work for the Jr. Torch,"
"Oh. Yeah, I remember reading your article about the uh, that girl, uh, Tina Grier?"
Sarah shuddered. The memories of Tina Grier were still playing in her mind.
"Yeah," she said gravely. "Her,"
"Whatever happened to her?" Logan asked.
"She's in Belle Reeve,"
"That asylum down in Metropolis?"
"Yep,"
"OK...hey, is uh, English your strong point?"
"Are you kidding? Mrs.Jenkins practically lets me write stories during class because I know what we're learning. I practically know everything that happens in there,"
"Well..." Logan got a little bit nervous. "I need some help. You know that 'Anne Frank' test we have on Friday? I don't get it. Think you could tutor me?"
"Sure," Sarah said. "What time?"
"How 'bout Smallville Public Library? After school?"
"Sounds good,"
Logan smiled with relief.
"Great," he said walking away. "I'll, I'll see you in first period!"
Sarah smiled, and once Logan was out of sight, she started running toward the Jr. Torch room at lightning speed...well not as fast as Clark, but before she knew it, she was running into the room where her friends were. Brianna was sitting in a chair by her computer, while Allison was sitting on a desk sipping her hot chocolate.
"Wow," Brianna said. "Someone must be in a real good mood,"
"Yeah," Allison agreed. "What's up?"
"Logan just asked me out!" Sarah blurted out.
Brianna and Allison gasped, jumped out of their seats, took each others hands with Sarah, and they were having a "girl moment". They were jumping like crazy and they were screaming with excitment.
"Ohmygosh!" Brianna said calming down. "That's great...hey wait a minute. Whatever happened, to the 'I'm-too-young-to-go-out' thing?"
"I don't know," Sarah said. "But who cares? I got a date with Logan!"
Brianna and Sarah took their hands and jumped up and down repeating the episode they had earlier. Allison however, grew suspicious.
"How did you get a date with him?" she asked.
"Well," Sarah started. "After I bumped into him in the hallway, we started talking. And then, he brought up Friday's test, and said he was having trouble studying it. Then he asked if I could tutor him after school, and I said yes!"
"Then technically it's not a date. It's just a study date,"
"Isn't that the same thing?" asked Brianna.
"No,"
Brianna groaned and went back to her computer to hand over Sarah's hot beverage, when she realized something.
"Wait a sec," she said. "Are you doing this after school?"
"Yeah," Sarah said taking her hot chocolate. "Why?"
"We're meeting Chloe after school. Allison's got some major dirt on our friend Harry,"
"You guys can go on without me. I'll tutor Logan at the library,"
"But we always go togethor," Allison whined. "We're friends,"
"Then, as friends, please do this for me. Go on without me. You can call me and give me the heads-up, so I know what we're dealing with. I gotta get to class. I'll see you guys later,"
Sarah went out of the room, as Allison took a step out and cupped her hands to her mouth.
"But this is important!" she shouted. "What have you turned yourself into? A dating geek?"
That afternoon when the sun was about to set (because Allison and Brianna were stuck studying), Chloe and Pete met up with them at the front of the Junior High.
"Hey," Brianna got up from sitting at the steps. "Aren't we meeting at the Torch office?"
"Clark called," Chloe explained. "He said to have the meeting at his loft after school. Where's Sarah?"
"Dating a really cute guy,"
Allison elbowed Brianna, and said through gritted teeth "Shut uh-up!". Then she looked up at the high-school duo and smiled.
"She's not on a date," she said grimly. "She's just tutoring the new guy for a test we have Friday,"
"Really?" asked Chloe intrigued. "I thought she was just gone 'cause she doesn't wanna see Clark after school,"
"Nope," Brianna replied. "Because if she was, she'd tell us,"
"That's true," Pete agreed. "Come on. We're gonna drive you guys over to Clark's,"
Pete dangled his keys in his fingers as he said this. Chloe looked at her friend, and snatched the keys away from him. Pete looked at her in disbelief.
"OK," he said shaking his head. "You did not just do that,"
"I'm driving," Chloe said pointing to herself.
"I think she just did," Allison cringed
A while later, when it was growing dark, Chloe, Pete, Allison, and Brianna were running up the stairs in the barn to the loft, where they found Clark looking out the window.
"Clark," Chloe said. "We got your message,"
"I thought we were all supposed to meet at the Torch," Allison remarked.
"Sorry," Clark said. "I didn't mean to blow you guys off. Where's Sarah?"
"She's tutoring a new guy at school," Pete explained.
"Will the lovely Miss Lang be joining us?" asked Chloe.
"No," Clark answered. "I think she had enough weirdness for one day...Ali, what do you got?"
"A guy was found dead in his house," Brianna explained as Allison gave Clark the newspaper she had with her. "He was blindfolded and strangled with a piano wire,"
"Which is the same signature Harry Volk used in 1945," Allison pointed out.
"Sounds like a copy-cat," Clark reamarked.
"A copy-cat that happened 60 years ago, two days after the original killer disappeared?" asked Chloe. "I don't think so,"
"Harry's in a wheelcahir, Chloe. Not exactly in prime condition to go on a crime spree,"
"Well, me and Brianna did some digging during study break," Allison said digging into her pocket. "We found this picture of Harry in the 40's,"
Clark studied the picture as everybody went down the steps to get ready to do some more investigating.
"That looks like the kid from the Beanery," he said surprised.
"Or..." Chloe said smiling. "...maybe it's Harry,"
"I don't think we should start looking for time machines just yet,"
"All right, fine," Chloe pouted. "Where do you think we should start?"
"If someone is following in Harry's footsteps, maybe they sent him some fan mail,"
"Right-o," Allison said. "I have a feeling this is gonna be a triple-hot chocolate night. I'm gonna go to the Beanery, and see if my girl Zoe can get me something this late at night. You guys want something?"
"No," Everyone replied.
"We're gonna go to the Retirement Center and see if we can find anything in Harry Bollston's room," Clark explained. "You be careful all right?"
"Yes mother," Allison rolled her eyes and turned to go.
A while later, Allison skidded to the front of the small-town cafe, and opened the door proudly.
"Oh Zoe!" she shouted.
Zoe Garfield came out from the back of the cafe sighing. Zoe was in her early twenties and a good friend of the Harper family. They went way back into the 40's. She had long blonde hair that was always tied in a ponytail, and had a necklace around her neck with a unicorn pendant.
"It's late Ali," she said smiling, and coming behind the counter. "What is it this time?"
"Three hot chocolates," Allison asked. "Think you could whip me up some at the last minute?"
Zoe shook her head alomst laughing.
"I swear, Allison Harper," she said. "Every week you and your friends always clean out the hot chocolate supply,"
"Hey!" Allison protested. "We're the ones paying for it,"
"That's true. All right. But it's gonna take a while. In the meantime you can listen to Mozart here while I make your order,"
"I can be patient,"
"Sure," Zoe muttered sarcastically.
"I heard that,"
Zoe laughed as she headed in the back. Allison wheeled around in the rotating stool as she listened to the guy who was playing the old piano. It was classical, but to Allison's ears, it was BORING! Zoe came back to lock the door from the inside.
"We close at 9 Mozart," she said to the pianist in a friendly way.
"You're piano needs tuning," the guy said while tapping a key, repeatedly.
"That's because nobody's played it in years," Allison remarked.
"You wanna settle up?" asked Zoe annoyed.
"Aw come on. You can clean up to the sounds of Chopin," the guy said smiling.
"I guess,"
Zoe went back to the back while Allison had to listen to the guy play again. As he played, he sort of smirked.
"So," he said. "Your Allison Harper,"
"Yeah," Allison answered. "What's it to you?"
"...Nothing,"
Meanwhile, at the Retirement Center...
"You guys have any luck?" Clark asked coming into the room.
Harry Bollton's room was a huge mess. Pete was digging through his dressers, while Brianna was sitting on the floor going though a box of old papers, and Chloe was going through a desk.
"No fan mail," Brianna sighed laying back on the floor in exhaustion.
"Just a bunch of old news clippings from The Smallville Ledger," Chloe explained. "...obituaries, articles,"
Chloe handed a bunch of articles to Clark, and he studied them.
"The guy's been obbsessed with Smallville for 50 years," Pete pointed out.
Clark didn't listen. Instead, he grew wide-eyed at two articles. One said LOCAL WAITRESS SAVES COSTUMER WITH HEIMLICH MANEUVER. It had that waitress from the Beanery smiling with a plauqe in her hands. Another article said LOCAL GIRL SINGS NATIONAL ANTHEM AT METROPOLIS STADIUM. It had a picture of Allison singing in the middle of the football field before a big game. She was only in the fifth grade back then, and she was a pretty good singer. She was so good, out of everybody in the Smallville Honor Choir, they chose her to sing.
"Oh no," he whispered.
"What is it Clark?" asked Brianna.
"I gotta go,"
Clark headed out the door as fast as he could.
Back at the Beanery, Zoe came out with a paper coaster of hot chocolate.
"How much do I owe you?" asked Allison digging into her pocket.
"It's on the house," Zoe smiled.
"Sweet!"
Zoe giggled, and looked at the guy, who was still there. But instead of playing the piano, he was writing something on a napkin. Zoe took off her apron
"Nice serenade," she remarked. "But unless you're sleeping here, which you're not, me and Ali are heading out,"
The guy smiled, and walked up to the girls with the napkin. He handed it to Allison.
"What's this?" she asked curiously.
"They don't teach Greek in school anymore?" asked the guy jokingly. "It's Euripedes. The sins of the father are visited on the children,"
"You play Beethoven and speak Greek," Zoe smiled. "Real cute. But what does it have to do with us?"
"Actually Zoe Garfield, quite a bit. Your grandmother...Eve Garfield...she died last year right? And Allison, your grandfather Nathaniel Harper, died 10 years ago?"
"Y-y-y-y-yeah," Allison stammered nervously.
The guy reached into his pocket slowly, while the two young ladies backed away, scared.
"I was meant for big cities and great concert halls," the guy whispered threateningly. "That was my destiny. And your grandparents, they helped kill that future. And now..."
The guy pulled out a piano wire tightening it in his hands.
"...I'm gonna kill yours,"
Allison gasped. The guy sprang forward trying to wrap the wire around their necks but Allison kicked him in the groin. He doubled over, and fell to the ground. While he was in pain, Zoe quickly unlocked the door, and started running with Allison down the sidewalk.
"Go to the Police Station!" shouted Allison. "I'll go get help,"
Zoe sprinted ahead, turning the corner. Suddenly, Allison felt something grab her around the waist, and before she could scream, a butcher knife was across her throat. The guy wasn't in pain for so long, that he deivised a quick plan to capture her.
"Somebody help!" she screamed.
As if she was heard, Clark super-sped in front of them .
"Allison!" he claimed.
"Clark!" Allison shouted desperately.
"Let her go!"
"Ah-ah!" The guy was using Allison as a shield. "Don't move! Don't move!"
Clark didn't move a muscle. He didn't want Allison to get hurt. The guy turned around, only to find Clark still standing in front of him
"I said let her go!" he said threateningly.
"Didn't your parents ever teach you to respect your elders?" the guy asked
Suddenly, the guy pushed Allison into the middle of the street. She rolled on the concrete, and looked up. A large pickup truck was coming at her. She started screaming. She couldn't move. She was petrified. Clark gasped, and super-sped on top of her covering her. They were on the ground, and he wrapped an arm around her head as the bottem of the truck scraped along his back...of course it wasn't harming him in anyway. As long as Allison was safe. The truck stopped, and as the driver came out, Clark helped up an upset Allison. Clark handed her over to the driver.
"Take care of her," he said.
Clark ran after the guy into an alley. Only to find the he wasn't there. There was no sign of him...excpet the guy was behind him. Clark noticed this, and as he turned around, the guy brought down the butcher knofe to his chest, only to find it shattering to a million pieces. The guy was dumbstruck. Clark grabbed him by the collar, and threw him on a parked car, where he blacked out.
Allison sat at the edge of the table, while Dr. Scanlan put bandages on the cuts on her forehead. Brianna was with her sitting in a chair and reading Cosmo Girl. Suddenly, the door opened and Sarah came in, all wrapped up in her blue jean trench coat.
"I came as soon as I heard," she said walking up to Allison. "Are you okay?"
"I think after that little episode, I'm scarred for life," Allison replied. "From now on, I am NOT going to a coffee shop by myself...ever!"
"I'd like to see that in writing," Brianna said as she turned a page in her magazine.
Sarah gave a disapproving look at her friend.
"OK," she said. "I talked to the guys in the lobby. They have that psycho here..."
Allison cowered in fear.
"...And don't worry. They're just having him overnight for observation. And you're gonna be outta here in like 15 minutes as soon as your mom comes over to sign you out, and take us home. Besides, they got him handcuffed to the bed. The police are gonna lock him up in the morning,"
"Good," Allison sighed with relief. "Because you're brother saved my neck...literally. If it weren't for him, I'd be..."
Allison put a finger across her throat, and made a cutting noise.
"You wanna talk about what happened?" asked Brianna.
"Let's wait till tomorrow," Allison said. "I'm tired,"
Soon, Mrs. Harper came and picked up the girls. Once she dropped off Sarah, once she walked through the door, her parents ame up to her after waiting.
"Sarah!" shouted Martha with relief. "Where were you?"
"I was at the library tutoring," Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Don't you remember? I left a message on the answering machine,"
"Still it doesn't take that long to tutor someone," Jonathon said. "Where were you?"
"OK. Logan took me to his house for dinner as a thank you for giving up my time to help him. Then Brianna called me and told me that Allison was in the hospital, so I asked if they could drive me over there. Then Mrs. Harper gave me a ride home, and now I'm home. Good night. I'm going to bed,"
As Sarah went upstairs, Jonathon looked up as she stepped on the steps higher and higher
"Sport," he said. "I don't want you going outside alone at night anymore,"
Sarah snapped her head around in surprise.
"But that's not fair!" she protested. "I had nothing to do with what happened to Allison!"
"Until this is all over, you're not going to be all by yourself outside," Jonathon said.
"Sarah," Martha reasoned. "We're just thinking about what's best for you. We want you to be safe. You are a very important part of me, your father's, and Clark's lives. And if anything ever happened to you, we don't know what we would do,"
Sarah sighed, and ran upstairs to her room, clearly frustrated.
The next day, during study break, the girls were sitting in the Jr. Torch office working on their next issue. Sarah was covering the story about the heroic rescue of Zoe Garfield, and Allison by her brother. Although she hasn't seen her brother all day yesterday, and only this morning, she didn't have to interview him. She wrote down exactly what he would say. Allison was stuck with the debate team story that was to be posted on page two.
"Why do you get my story?" asked Allison, a bit disappointed.
"I don't know," Sarah said. "But Mrs. Jenkins was the one who put me on it,"
"That's true. What's that saying she always says again?"
"A good reporter doesn't get great stories. A good reporter makes them great,"
(A/N: That was from Lois Lane in the "Superman" Movie. Go Lois!...Sorry. She's one of my favorite characters. Aside from Chloe Sullivan)
Suddenly, Brianna came into the room, out of breath.
"Stop the press!" she shouted. "We got a problem,"
"Brianna what is it?" asked Allison getting up.
"That guy that tried to kill you last night. He somehow escaped and put Harry Bollston on the bed he was in, handcuffed,"
Allison's breathing started to become shaky.
"How?" she asked breathless.
"I don't know," Brianna admitted. "The police questioned Harry all morning. He said he got kidnapped by this kid who was obbsessed with his old case,"
"So, somehow in broad daylight," Sarah started. "This kid got out of handcuffs, smuggled Harry inside, and chained him to a bed,"
"That's the official story,"
"It may be official, but I say it doesn't make sense,"
"Well," Brianna laughed a bit. "We could always put it on the Wall of Weird,"
Sarah shook her head.
"This can't be right," she said getting up and grabbing her coat. "Bri, can you come with me to the Retirement Center? I think Harry knows more than what he's telling us,"
After school, Allison took the bus home, while Brianna and Sarah walked to the Retirement Center.
"OK," Sarah said. "Why don't you check out the pond? I'll talk to Harry,"
"OK," Brianna agreed.
Sarah went inside as Brianna walked to the pond. Police tape was on the side of the broken part of the bridge, warning everybody to stay away. Brianna sighed, letting her hands fall to her side.
"I don't know why you want me to check out the pond Sarah," she said to herself. "There's nothing here,"
Sighing again, Brianna leaned against the edge of the bridge looking around, and waiting for Sarah to get back. When something caught her eye, she was curious. Something was glowing in the water. She bent down on the wooden bridge to get a closer look. Realizing what it was, she gasped. Inside the pond was meteor rocks floating at the bottem.
Sarah walked into Harry's room, hands in her coat pocket. Harry was lying on his bed resting and listening to classical music on an old record player
"You know," she said walking in. "My friends found a picture of Zoe Garfield and Allison Harper under your bed,"
"And who are you?" asked Harry looking up at the farm girl
"Sarah Kent. But we've already met,"
"How dare you go throught my belongings!"
"Hey. Don't complain to me. Tell that to my buddies. But how do you explain the pictures?"
"Why do I need to explain it?"
Sarah sighed, and pulled a chair in front of Harry's bed, and sitting down on it.
"You know what Harry?" she asked relaxing in the chair. "I think you and this kid are the same person,"
"I'd say you have a very active imagination," Harry replied.
"I don't know how you did it, but somehow, I know it's you,"
"You said your name was Kent? Grandfather Hiram, father Jonathon?"
"You see? That's almost exactly what my friend's attacker said to her before he tried to kill her...I'll be watching you,"
Sarah go up from the chair, gave off a nod, and walked out of the room, feeling a bit aggitated. Brianna ran up to her.
"Hey," Sarah greeted. "Did you find anything?"
"Yeah," Brianna breathed. "There's meteor rocks in the pond, now..."
Brianna looked around and pulled Sarah into a corner.
"I have this theory," she said. "That Harry fell into the pond and somehow the meteors had some sort of effect on him,"
"Like making him younger?" asked Sarah.
"Exactly. And you know that bulletin board with all the old people who were younger in their days? I went to check out Harry's, and it turns out his young picture ain't there,"
"You think someone took it down?"
"Or, Harry took it down so no one would know it was him,"
"All right. Go to Chloe, Clark, Pete, and Ali. They're probably at the Torch digging up some more dirt,"
"Aren't you coming?"
"No. I'm tired. I'm gonna go home,"
"Okay. Bye,"
Sarah waved at her friend, and started walking home.
Meanwhile, Brianna walked into the Torch office, to find Chloe throwing down a stack of papers on the desk.
"This is everything I could find on Harry Volk," she sighed. "The Ledger carried stories on the trial, the murder, the investigation, you name it,"
"Is anybody watching this guy?" asked Brianna while coming over to look over Allison's shoulder at the computer.
"Lana's got an eye on him," Clark said as he went through the file cabinet.
Allison and Brianna exchanged glances.
"I saw that,"
"What exactly are we looking for?" asked Pete.
"I dunno," Clark closed the file cabinet and walked toward them. "There's gotta be a connection between the people Harry's going after,"
"Well," Allison said. "In my statement to the police, I said that Harry accused my grandfather of killing his future,"
Suddenly, Lana came into the office.
"Harry's gone," she said. "They found his wheelchair by the koi pond half an hour ago,"
"I saw meteor rocks in that pond," Brianna pointed out.
"At least we know how he's doing the time warp," Chloe reassured.
"What do you mean?" asked Lana.
"I'll explain later," said Clark as he turned to Chloe. "We gotta figure out who he's gonna kill next,"
Allison nodded, but as she went through some papers that were right by her, she went wide-eyed.
"Clark take a look at this," she said.
Clark came over to Allison and she handed over an old issue of the Smallville Ledger
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's a list of the jurors that worked on Harry's trial," Allison exlpained.
"Rudolph Gage, Eve Garfield, Nathaniel Harper...he's killing the descendants of the jurors that convicted him,"
"Talk about not letting it go," Pete remarked.
As Clark went down the list, his eyes widened.
"Clark what is it?" asked Lana
"Look at juror number eleven," Clark said.
Clark handed the old newpaper to Lana. She furrowed her eyebrows
"Hiram Kent," she said confused. "Wasn't that your grandfather?"
"Harry's gonna kill my dad," Clark realized.
Back at the Kent Farm, Sarah was sitting in front of the TV. She was lying on the couch barefoot, wearing jeans, and a red tank top. Her hair was wrapped up in a ponytail, and she was resting her head in her hand. The door knocked and Mrs. Kent went to go get it. Sarah got up to see who it was. She gasped. It was Harry
"Can I help you?" asked Martha.
"Yeah," Harry said. "Got a report on a gas leak. Mind if I come in?"
"Gas leak? I don't smell any gas,"
"Your husband called about it earlier. Is he around?"
"He'll be back shortly,"
"Where's our regular gas man?" asked Sarah. "Uh, Curt?"
"Vacation," smiled Harry at the girl.
"Oh that's right," Martha nodded. "Could you excuse me for a moment?"
Martha closed the door, and walked toward Sarah.
"Sarah," she whispered. "Go upstairs to your room, and stay there. Take your cell phone with you in case you have to get out,"
"OK," Sarah agreed.
Sarah ran upstairs to her room, and closed the door. She paced around the room. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? she kept thinking to herself. Suddenly, a light bulb went out in her head. She lunged to the phone on her bed-side table, and dialed the number to the Torch's office.
"Hello," Clark answered the phone. "Smallville High. Torch Office,"
"Clark!" Sarah shouted.
"Sarah?"
"Clark he's here!"
"Sarah, calm down. Who's there?"
"Harry! Please help me!"
Suddenly, the line went dead, and Sarah heard nothing.
"Clark did you hear me?" she asked into the phone.
"You just don't know when to quit do you?" a voice asked.
Sarah turned around screaming as she saw Harry with a gun in his hand. She was smiling as she backed up against the wall.
"What did you do to my mom? she asked fearfully.
"Oh don't worry," Harry said softly as he walked toward her. "I'll find her...after I'm finished with you,"
Sarah darted her eyes around, looking for some way to escape. There was no other way...except the window. She darted toward it, and tried to push it open. It wouldn't budge. Harry shook his head as he closed the bed room door.
"No use pumpkin," he said. "All the windows are nailed shut,"
"No!" Sarah almost cried out.
Sarah looked at Harry half scared to death. She was trapped. Backed up against the wall. And no one was there to help her. Something caught her eye though. A blu lamp on a table was right beside her. Slowly, as Harry's eyes were fixed on her, she reached for it, her fingers touching the cool smooth surface. She tightened her grip. And without warning, the lamp was being smashed against Harry's head, knocking him to the ground. When she got the chance, Sarah ran out of her room, and went to the most unlikely place. The attic. It had stairs that led up to the dark and gloomy place, but Sarah closed the door behind her and sat on the bottem step. Slow silent breaths came out of her mouth. When she pressed her ear against the door, she heard nothing. But as she sighed, SLAM! The blade of an axe cut through the crack of the door, so no one would get out. Sarah screamed and backed away.
"Don't go anywhere," she heard Harry's voice
Sarah knew Harry was gone, when footsteps faded. Quickly thinking, she ran upstairs into the dark attic. A sliver of moonlight was showing through the crack of a round blocked window. Grabbing a long thick pole, Sarah started to try and break it. When she managed to get a hole big enough, she climbed out of it, and stepped onto the roof slowly.
"Help!" she cupped her hands toward her mouth."Mom! Dad! Clark!"
No answer came. Once she took a step, a loose tile slipped under her foot, and she fell on the ground. Rolling down the roof, she managed to grab the gutter at the edge before she could fall. She looked down, and saw that if she let go, he head would hit the gravel road.
Clark super sped to the farm, as Jonathon pulled his truck into the driveway.
"Dad are you okay?" Clark asked.
"What are you doing?" asked Jonathon as he climbed out of the truck. "What's the matter?"
"Where's Mom and Sarah?"
"I don't know. What's the matter with you?"
"Somebody's trying to kill you,"
"What?"
Clark looked around. When he saw his mothers car, he saw that the tires were already flattened. Using his X-ray vision, he focused. Suddenly, when he got to the silo, he saw two skeletons inside. One was barely moving. Clark knew it was his mother.
"No!" Clark cried.
Clark and Jonathon rushed to the door of the silo. Clark ripped it open and grain started spilling out as they dug through it.
"Martha!" Jonathon called out.
"Mom!" Clark tried too.
Soon, Clark found his mother unconsious. He handed her over to Jonathon who immediatly started CPR
"Come on Martha," Jonathon urged. "Breathe,"
Soon, Martha sat up breathing and coughing
"Are you okay?" asked Jonathon.
"You think," Martha gasped. "I'd ever leave you alone,"
Martha embraced her husband and son tightly.
"Cassandra was wrong, Clark," she said to Clark. "Nobody's gonna die,"
Clark nodded and looked around. He saw Harry's hand sticking out from the grain wither, from young to old. Harry had died.
"Where's Sarah?" he asked. "She called me and she was cut off,"
"I don't know," Martha worried. "I just told her to go to her room and stay..."
"Help!" shouted a voice
Clark knew that cry anywhere. He super-sped to where he heard the sound, and saw Sarah hanging on the edge of the roof.
"Sarah!" he claimed.
"Clark!" Sarah shouted. "Please! Help me!"
"I'm gonna get you down!"
"I'm slipping!"
"Hold on Sarah!"
"You won't make it! Clark! Help me!"
Suddenly, Sarah's grip on the gutter had failed her. She slipped off, and before she could even scream, Clark jumped in the air, and suddenly, he just seemed to stop. But only for a split second as he caught Sarah, and they both fell to the ground. Clark planted his feet in the gravel, as Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face on his shoulder, scared of what could've happened if she didn't call Clark.
The next day, Sarah had forgiven Clark for prying into her life, and Clark had forgiven Sarah for her pridefulness. They dedcided to pay a visit to Cassandra, and Clark drove them both to the Retirement Center. But when they got there, something horrible wrong happened. A couple of nurses were coming into Cassandra's room as they came in. One had her fingers on her neck, checking for a pulse. Cassandra's eyes were wide, and her mouth was open. The nurse looked up, and came toward them.
"I'm sorry," she said upset. "She's gone,"
Clark looked at her shocked, but then he realized something.
"She saw it," he said amazed.
"Saw what?" asked Sarah.
"Her future,"
That night, Sarah stood in the loft, looking out the window, and arms folded. Clark came up the stairs looking at her.
"You know," he said softly. "If you want to talk about it, I'm always here,"
Sarah didn't answer. She still looked out the window. Clark nodded, and started walking downstairs.
"Meteor rocks," Sarah said suddenly.
Clark turned around suprised over Sarah's choice of words. Sarah turned around, and looked at Clark with a sad expression on her face.
"That was the reason why I didn't want to tell you about my dream," she explained as she walked toward him. "There were meteor rocks in my dream,"
"Why?" asked Clark.
"I don't know...All I remember was being in this outfit that looked good on me, but was pretty silly, and the next thing I know, I'm lying next to a bunch of meteor rocks that was pouring over me. I tried to get out but somehow I couldn't...and you weren't there for me. I guess I got a bit scared. But when Cassandra showed me that my dream was my future, it sort of changed,"
"How?"
"Before I could even try to get out, I saw these metal arms and hands, they were made of lead I think, and they just picked me up, and I think I got my strength back,"
"Wait a minute," Clark thought to himself. "How could you see Cassandra's vision?...You're not..."
"Like you?" Sarah laughed and said this sarcastically. "Please. The last thing I wanna have is super-speed and X-Ray vision...But I don't know why I saw her vision when I shouldn't Clark. I guess we'll never know,"
(Twilight Zone Music comes on Uh-Oh. What's your opinion on why she saw Cassandra's vision? Update and I'll update back as soon as I can)