Chapter 8:
Note: Readers, this is the last chapter of my story!
"Those who said that we're in a time when there are no heroes, they just don't
know where to look." – Ronald Reagan, President of the United States in the
Inaugural Address in 1981.
Chapter 8:
Clark and Chloe stood side by side inside a ward at the Smallville medical center. The wounds on Chloe's face were plastered but surprisingly, Clark wasn't injured at all, much to the sheriff's amazement.
Both of them stared hard at Lex who was lying on a patient's bed. His head was bandaged badly. The doctor told them that Lex and Lana may not be able to resuscitate so fast, probably suffering for a long-time coma. Well maybe Lex should than his lucky stars that he could escape all the charges that heaped upon him, considering all the odds were against him.
'So Clark, what are you going to do now?' inquired Chloe who was eyeing at him with her usual genuine, easy-going expression.
Clark looked at her, having the momentary fantasy he was kissing at the pretty high school prom queen. 'I don't know. What about you?'
Chloe never answered. She just smiled weakly, candidly and shook her head. He could see through those attractive sparkling eyes. They were filled with indescribable medley of different feelings. She looked so beautiful… like a girl next door.
Inside the barn at the Kent Farm, the couple was working on several snippets of news from Daily Planet. Clark spent most of his time there, at the loft where he often used his telescope to watch the constellations or take a sneak view at… well, somebody.
Don't close your eyes… don't close your eyes… this is your life and today you've got now… Song
'Clark, I never thought you were willing to save your best buddy even though you knew there may have something dangerous waiting for you.'
'You are not just my best buddy, actually I consider you as my-.'
But before he could finish the sentence, Chloe held up her finger to hush him. She smiled genuinely at him. Her smile, kill. For a moment, Clark found himself having no clue to say anything at all.
A jumble of silence followed, both of them knew there were perhaps, more than a billion things to say but just don't know how to… Clark took Chloe in his muscular arms, lifted her off the ground as easily as if she were a teddy bear. She forgot all the fear, near-death experience, and danger that lasted within 24 hours before at once, all she knew now was to melt into his embrace. Then they kissed passionately.
Jonathan and Martha found themselves staring at their son with Chloe every moment from the window of their house. Jonathan turned his head and was beaming at Martha and said, 'do you want to be like them?'
Martha shrugged and smiled. 'Do you?'
'I do if you do.'
Jonathan hugged his wife, thanking the God profusely deep inside his heart for blessing their son.
The waning moon arouse, bathing the small town in a ghostly reflection of daylight. Ten miles away from the Kent farm, inside the usual crowded Smallville medical center, Lex's eyes popped open with a start. It was the sound of 'pop' outside the room that fully awoke him from his sleep. A sinister and macabre look was distinctly shown on his face.
Clark, you wait. I'll revenge.
The End
SUPERMAN WILL RETURN
PS: Reagan spoke for many at that time when he uttered the stunning sentence above. That oh-so-powerful sentence may be used for politics but in real life, me too (and perhaps you too), may want to become a superhero or a superman. Many of you here wrote fic about the powerful and extraordinary man who saves people's lives. Deep inside your heart, have you ever got the feeling to be powerful, like the legendary Clark Kent? That's why I am a Smallville freak! Though I am just a 17½-year-old teenager now, I want to be a superman. A forlorn hope, I know.
Maybe this story is my first and the last for Smallville because I have to study hard very soon. So, don't forget to send me your review
