Part 1: The Beginning of The Truth
Ch.1 (Chloe's POV)
Chloe sat in her room, crying. Her short blond hair was tangled and streaked with tears-she felt like she had screw up her entire life-all 17 years of it. She had wasted her time wanting what she could never have; loving what she didn't even know existed. Yet somehow it was all very real. Somehow the feelings weren't fading even though she knew the truth now.
Perfect by nature
Icons of self-indulgence
Just what we all need;
More lies about a world that …
She felt like her whole world was falling to pieces. Nothing was how she had thought it would be. Her "Wall of Weird" all made perfect sense to her now. Why hadn't she figured it out? With her own eyes she saw her best friend throw a truck in the air to save someone as if it was as light as air. She saw him shoot fire from his eyes. What was he?
…Never was and never will be
Have you no shame; don't you see me?
You know you've got everybody fooled.
But Chloe knew deep down that it didn't really matter what Clark was. It only mattered that he had neglected to tell her. She thought that they had been friends. She knew that they weren't really anything more than friends, as much as she had longed for something more, but he didn't expect him to keep something this big from her. She had known all along that there were mysteries about Clark Kent that no one knew, not even Clark's other best friend, Lex. She had known all along that Clark had been hiding something, and because of that there was a thin shadow in between any bond he had ever had with anyone, keeping him from getting closer to anyone. That was why nothing worked with Lana. He probably never showed his "true love" the man he really was inside.
But Clark had obsessed over Lana since he was about six years old….why hadn't he told her?
Look,
Here she comes now
Bow down and stare in wonder.
Oh, how we love you;
No flaws when you're pretending….
Chloe brushed her hair, attempting to get the knots out….attempting to make it look like what it looked like before. She decided she'd stay home from school today….she didn't really need to pretend she was sick-she felt sick to her stomach with rage. Not rage that would ever come to something….Chloe knew to keep the dangerous emotions hidden beneath a mask; she knew she couldn't do anything that she would regret later. So Chloe would do the only thing she knew how to do-the one thing she had been doing her entire life….store her soul away somewhere in the back of her heart, and focus on the weird around her, so she could become something….so she could discover the world as it really is.
…..She never was and never will be
You don't know how you've betrayed me.
You know you've got everybody fooled.
Chloe took off her dirty pajamas and threw on a faded black T-shirt and tight gray capris. Part of her wanted to reveal Clark as he really was, but she knew she couldn't do something that dramatic. Not when she was angry. But she would follow the journalist in her and try to find out more about the boy who she thought was her best friend….the boy she still secretly loved. She wasn't doing it for Lionel, nor for publicity….she was just doing it for herself. She needed to know the full truth.
Without the mask,
Where will you hide?
Can't find yourself
Lost in your lie….
I Know the truth now;
I know who you are
And I don't love you anymore…
It never was and never will be
You're not real and you can't save me
Now I know you're everybody's fool.
Ch.2 (Clark's POV)
Clark stood in the hallway of Smallville High school. School was over for today. Clark stared at the ceiling as he walked slowly to football practice. He could run faster than lightning but he didn't see the point. He had went through three years being an outsider and now his senior year he was a quarterback on the football team and he still felt alone. He felt so different and so out of place. He was the last of his kind (at least that was what he thought)…he was alone on a planet that he loved but found it hard to get close to anyone. He loved Lana so much but because he loved her he knew protecting her had to come before being with her. He had spent his whole life trying to save everyone but in doing so he stranded himself on a path no one could follow him on.
I walk a
lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know
where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
Clark stood on the football field with his teammates and wondered if he should give his all. He didn't want to hurt anyone on the field accidentally. But he didn't see the point of holding his abilities back. Why not be himself, no matter how different? All he had to do was make sure no one got hurt. For now, in practice, he through the ball perfectly, caught the ball perfectly, and was careful not to bump into anyone. But he couldn't think completely about the game. All he could think about was making sure no one got hurt.
I walk this
empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city
sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone
Pete had been the only one who knew his secret, but Pete was gone now. He had moved away from Smallville, because Clark's secret had eventually become too much for him to handle. He knew the only way he could stay at all close to anyone was to hide who he really was. His secret was too big; he knew it would tear them apart. Lana, Chloe….
I walk
alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
Clark remembered the first football game. The Crows had won, but someone had gotten hurt…broken their shoulder. Someone had somehow been controlling Clark, but still Clark worried that it would happen again in the next game. He knew he had to find a way to make it impossible for it to happen again, even if it meant they would lose the game…
My shadow's
the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only
thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
me
'Til then I walk alone
When football practice was over, Clark hadn't even broken a sweat. He ran home, and got there in a matter of seconds-only to find Chloe standing in his driveway. She was wearing an old faded black T-shirt and tight gray jeans. Her eyes were red and swollen, and it looked like she had just been crying.
"Chloe, what's wrong?" Clark asked. "Nothing….nothing really", Chloe said in a voice somewhere in-between a monotone and a voice that was longing for something. "How was football practice?" Chloe asked. "Alright," Clark said. "Where were you in school today? Are you alright?" "Yeah," Chloe said, "I'm fine. "
I'm walking
down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the
border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
"Well," Chloe said, "I'll see you tomorrow." Clark nodded, and Chloe left. The football game was tomorrow. His father had said he couldn't be in it unless he was sure no one would get hurt. He wanted to be a part of the team; to be a part of something on the inside. He didn't want to sit in the stands like last year and all the years before, on the outside looking in. He wanted to feel. He wanted to be just like everyone else. He didn't want to have an unfair advantage. He didn't want to be a superhero; he just wanted to be himself. He wanted Lana. He wanted her to somehow understand him. He wanted her to hold him in the air and shout for joy and love him instead of Jason. For all the times Clark had saved Lana, Clark wanted to feel himself in Lana's warm hands. He wanted to know that everything would be alright. But in reality, nothing would be.
And he knew that there was only one way he could be in the football game and know that none of his teammates or opponents could get injured….
Read
between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check
my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk
alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's
the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only
thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
me
'Til then I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk
a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken
Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk
a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My
shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish
someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...
….Kryptonite.
Ch. 3 (Lana's POV)
Lana stood in her apartment in the Talon, the coffee shop she both owned (it was a co-ownership with Lex Luther) and managed. She felt alone; like no one really saw her or knew her. None of them knew her secret. Not even Jason. Especially not Jason. She didn't really love Jason. She felt good when she was around him, and she liked the feeling that someone cared about her, but she knew that deep down it wasn't really love that she felt for Jason. She didn't really know what it was. Masked passion, maybe? Fake passion, and heat, definitely heat. But she had never done it with Jason, and knew she never would. She had never done it at all. She was waiting for the right time, because it didn't feel right to do it before she was married; before she was with the one she would spend the rest of her life with. She knew it would be a sin if she did, Plus, she cared about Jason even though she didn't love him, and she didn't want to hurt him. She didn't know what would happen if she had sex with him, because she was different with him, and she didn't know what would happen. As far as she knew, there was no one else like her on all of Earth…
Lana sighed and turned the lights off in her apartment as she left the door. She didn't feel like staying home tonight. She wanted to go somewhere and be alone. She wanted to feel free and unbounded. Then tomorrow, she would watch the football game. Jason was the coach, but Clark was the star….
She herself didn't even know who she was going to the game for. She just had this feeling nagging at her subconscious that more than anything she needed to be there tomorrow. She didn't know why nor what her role would be. But for now she decided she would go to Metropolis. After all, she could be there in a matter of seconds, so why not? She heard on the weather reports that it was raining in Metropolis, and Lana wanted to be there. She wanted to feel the soft rain fall on her head; she wanted to feel soaked in the water's purity and she wanted to embrace it and dance in the rain. Lana closed the door to the Talon and walked outside. In Smallville the weather was perfect-it wasn't even humid.
Lana closed her eyes because she had done this before. She knew the way perfectly. She ran to Metropolis, and was there in a matter of seconds. She knew that almost nothing could pull her down. Not physically, at least.
Everything else, emotionally, tore her apart.
Lana danced in the rain, singing:
There
is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the
deluge in a paper cup
There's
a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end
of the road
While you're traveling with me
Hey
now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the
world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between
us
We know they won't win
Now
I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof
My possessions are
causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today tales
of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page
Hey
now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the
world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between
us
We know they won't win
Now
I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps
to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely clearing the
roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief
Hey
now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the
world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between
us
Don't ever let them win
Lana was wearing a tight black strapless shirt and an elegant, medium-length silver silk skirt. It emphasized her sleek, slender figure perfectly-her tiny waist, her small butt, her long legs. Lana knew that she had the body of a supermodel and that her face was mesmerizing. She took the red ring out of its lead case and she put it on her finger. Then she walked into a dance club, and for a couple of hours, released everything. For a couple of hours, she forgot all of her problems and it didn't matter who she loved or who she was or how different she was or how many secrets she was hiding and how many secrets that were kept from her and all of the reasons she had worn that necklace in freshman year of high school. She remembered wearing the necklace and ignoring the excruciating pain and forcing herself to go on. Eventually she had stopped wearing the necklace, because she had realized it was pointless.
It only kept her away from the one person she had wanted most….the one person that deep inside she needed to be with…..more than life itself………
Ch.4 (Lex's POV)
Lex was in Metropolis for a business meeting, out late once again. In the business-room monotonous voices droned on, and Lex continuously hated who he was: a billionaire, his father's son. For some reason, he hated his father. Half of the time he didn't even know why. But he never trusted his father, because his father was always lying,; always doing everything he had to do to get what he wanted; to find out what he wanted to find out.
Lex was relieved when the meeting was over. He changed outfits, and decided to set his mind free for a couple of hours. He entered the dance club, only to find Lana, dancing wildly to pounding music.
"Lana? What are you doing here?" Lex asked.
"I could ask the same thing about you," Lana replied candidly.
"Its 11:35 p.m. at night," Lex said. "Shouldn't you be at home? You have school in the morning. And how did you get here? Metropolis is hours from Smallville…."
"I'm out having a life," Lana said bluntly, "and no one's going to stop me. Not that anyone could." Lana giggled a little to herself. "Now that you're here, though, 'ya wanna dance?"
"You're a minor, Lana," Lex said.
"I know that. Its not like we're going to do anything. I don't love you. I just wanna have some fun. Now, are you with me or not?"
Lex suddenly caught sight of the ring Lana was wearing. It might be outlandish, Lex thought to himself, but what if the red stone on the ring is somehow controlling Lana? After all, she is from Smallville, home of the weird and unexplained; the place I survived a car crash I should have died in….
Lex pulled the ring off of Lana's finger.
"Where am I?" Lana asked. Then she looked down at herself. "And what am I wearing!"