Never Alone

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Smallville or it's characters. Nor do I own Barlow girl or their lyrics.

"I waited for you today

but you didn't show

I needed you today

so where did you go?

You told me to call said you'd be there

and though I haven't seen you

are you still there?"

"That's him!" Chloe Sullivan whispered harshly to herself. It had been months since she had seen her best friend. She wanted to run up to him and jump in his arms. The same arms that saved her time and time again. Then she wanted to hit him upside the head for running away and scaring the hell out of everyone who loved him. All these things she wanted so vehemently but something wasn't quite right.

Then it hit her. Clark Kent was torturing the homeless man on the sidewalk. The sweet farm boy who usually played the part of peace loving vigilante was now brutally attacking a man who would at first second even third glance appear to be harmless. But he must have done something.

"Clark what the hell is going on" she thought.

Deciding that interfering right away without an accurate assessment of the situation, Chloe decided to observe from her corner of the building of suicide slums. She may be curious but she certainly wasn't dumb. Clark had twisted the man's arm clean behind his back and was doing something even more disturbing to the shocked blond observer. He was laughing. It was the worst laugh she had ever had the misfortune to hear. It was a maniac's laugh. The laugh of someone taking joy in others pain.

"Does that hurt old man!" he shouted while ignoring the mans pleads.

"Please please I 'm sorry. I'll give it back I swear. Please your hurting me."

"Good. It should hurt you filthy son of a bitch. I have three words for you lowlife. GET A JOB" he snarled. "I bet you'll think next time before you try to steal from me. Got it?" he let out another laugh.

"Here's your watch I'm sorry, I swear. Now let me go please."

Clark snickered at the remark.

"You can keep the watch. I just thought someone should teach you a lesson. The next person you steal from might not be so nice."

The man looked as if he may pass out. Clark still hadn't let go of his arm and the pressure was making him nauseous. Laughing all the while, Clark pushed and being Clark, it didn't take much before the mans arm made a very unpleasant snapping sound. He screamed in pain and Clark began to walk away. He could have speed away but he didn't. He was enjoying the man's cries and reveling in the fact that he could do what ever he wanted and no one could have done anything about it. He was enjoying the fact that Chloe Sullivan thought she hadn't been seen.

TBC...