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Clark woke from the echoing sound of a slamming door. He instantly sat up and darted his eyes around the room. The last thing he remembered was the room filled with kryptonite and a not so pleasant visitor. Before that, he was in his bedroom getting ready for school when suddenly he wasn't there but in that other room. But that didn't make any sense. How could he have been sitting at his desk then in an instant, standing in another building? He shook the thought and decided that he could find out what happened later, right now he needed to find a way out of this place, wherever it was.

He stood, x-rayed the room and again, found lead walls, "Great." He walked straight toward the door and as he came within a few feet of it, several panels on the walls began to rise up, much like the previous room. The effects hit him with force; there was more kryptonite in this room, he felt it. He gripped his sides and stumbled forward until he ran into the door and slid down. The gray room turned emerald, bringing along with it the usual symptoms. His muscles began to constrict and the pounding in his head caused pains that made a migraine feel like a walk in the park. He felt like his brain was about to explode as a voice boomed loudly through the room, "Clark, you need to move away from the door."

At the moment, Clark didn't care who spoke or why he was supposed to move away from the door. He only knew he needed to do something so he followed the order and began to slowly drag himself toward the bed. It was painful and extremely exhausting because as he moved forward into the room, he moved closer to the poisonous walls. He crawled breathlessly until he couldn't anymore and collapsed only feet away from the bed. His shirt clung translucently to his overly sweaty chest. For someone who never sweat when playing sports or doing farm work, he sure did sweat plenty when in the presence of kryptonite.

He had felt the sensation of burning up from the inside out before, but this time it was magnified. He could feel the heat radiating from his skin and the blood boiling in his veins. The sensation worsened so much that he feared his skin might actually burn off until, finally, the panels protectively closed. Once he caught his breath, he sat up and wiped the sweat on his face with his shirt, which was pointless because his shirt was drenched as well. So he just sat there on the concrete for a few minutes, letting his body cool and thinking over the situation.

A click at the door took his attention and he watched as the lights on the handle blinked then the door opened and Dr. Garner walked in. He closed the door behind him and then stood with his hands in his pockets, merely looking at Clark.

"You. You did this?" Clark's voice was angry.

"Looks like you healed nicely. Sorry about earlier. I normally wouldn't do to that but I guess I still had some pent up aggression from that coma you inadvertently put me in."

Clark ignored the 'apology' and stood up, "What did you do to me? Where are my parents?" he stepped forward.

"Watch your step," Garner glanced down to a line molded in the solid lead floor.

Clark looked at the line separating him from the doctor, "What… if I cross the line the walls are activated?"

"You're a smart one," he smiled, "I thought it might be interesting to watch you figure it out over time but it's better this way. Can't have you dying now, can I?"

"What do you want?"

"You. Well, let me rephrase that. I want your mind. Your thoughts, your memories, everything."

"Why?"

"Why not? A being like you doesn't come around often and I intend to cash in on this opportunity. Plus, there's one question that's plagued me for, oh, about a year or so." He paused, "You remember that day, don't you? Of course you do. Luthor handed you over on a silver platter and wanted to know one thing and one thing only; where does Clark Kent come from? Sadly, I was unable to find that answer, but I didn't leave empty handed, that's for sure. Needless to say, I've been quite intrigued with you and your talents for some time now."

He stepped forward and stopped directly on the line, "I know what you're thinking. You think I kidnapped you and I'm going to torture you until you tell me everything I want to know about you and your origins. Well, that isn't true. First of all, I would never resort to kidnapping. It's thuggish and, not to mention, illegal. Secondly, I'm not going to torture you… well, at least not deliberately. You'll simply tell me what I want to know."

"I'm not going to tell you anything because I don't have anything to tell."

"Don't lie. I know very well that you have strength, speed, and the ability to ignite fires by staring at an object. I'm sure you have more I'm unaware of, but like I said, you will tell me everything."

Garner must have seen him use his powers; that was the only explanation. He quickly tried to conjure up an escape plan but nothing was coming to him. Everything was happening so fast and he felt like he couldn't think straight. He didn't understand what was happening or how he came to this place. He took a deep breath and looked back at Garner, "If you didn't take me, then how did I get here?"

"Simple. You ran."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Oh but you would and you did. You came here of your own will," he pointed to Clark's socks, "It's fairly evident from your socks."

Clark looked down and noticed his socks were dirty. No, not dirty…filthy. They had holes on the bottoms and were literally covered in dirt and tar. Had he ran to this place in his socks, without knowing it? "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing. I told you; you came to me."

"No I didn't," his tone was becoming angrier, "I would never willingly hand myself over to you. You did something and I'm going to find out what it was."

Garner snorted, "Try as you might but it won't change a thing. Now, I need to set up the initial tests. Make yourself at home and try to stay behind the line," he turned and began to open the door, "Oh and I wouldn't get too close to the walls either." With that, he walked out and the door shut and locked behind him.

Clark stood in his spot for several minutes, thinking. What the hell was happening?