"See you tomorrow." Chloe said, waving at Clark.
"Bye, Chloe." Clark said. He grabbed his backpack and walked off the bus. He watched it go, then he slowly made his way back to the house. He stopped at the mail box and went through the letters. Nothing for him, so he headed in to the house.
"Anybody home?" He called. Clark' went in to the kitchen.
"Hey, Clark." Martha said.
"Hi, Mom." Clark said, easily taking a burning hot pile of delicious looking brownies out of her hand. He grabbed one and popped it in his mouth. He chewed.
"I hate it when you do that." Martha said, feigning annoyance. She sighed, "I have one more batch of brownies left," she pointed to some brownie mix in a tray. "Mind covering them up?" She asked.
"Sure, mom." He said, covering them with aluminum foil.
"Thank you." Martha said.
"Where's Dad?" Clark asked.
"Oh, he's gone to buy some hay from Mr. Ferguson."
"Oh, that? I told him I'd run and get some."
"Clark, honey, you were an hour late."
"I had to do something at the Torch, mom."
"I'm not blaming you." Martha reassured.
Clark sighed. "Dad's always so busy lately."
"Your father just likes to work, Clark. You can't fault him for that."
Clark reached for another brownie. Martha slapped his hand away playfully. "Clark? If you keep on eating like that there won't be anymore left at the Talon. Oh, yeah, and…do you mind taking this to the Talon?" She tossed the truck keys to him.
"Sure." He said. Clark easily took the burning hot trays outside. He looked around for Bart, but he wasn't out on the farm. He would have to check the loft later. Clark jogged to the truck. He opened it and set the brownies on the passenger seat. Then he started the ignition and drove off towards the Talon.
Phillip stood watching. He cracked his knuckles. Now was his time to do what he had to do. This kid would have to learn his lesson the hard way. Phillip super speeded after the truck.
Clark veered the truck out of the Kent farm. He hummed along to an old jazz song and remembered is old best friend Pete Ross. How Pete had loved this stuff. Clark shrugged off the hurt and continued driving.
Suddenly, the truck stopped. A popped tire, Clark guessed. He got out and looked at the tires. Strangely, all four of them were torn. "What tha hell?" He whispered to himself. He looked around. There was nobody on the road. He would just have to run. Clark took out the brownies. He locked the truck and put the keys in his pocket. He could come back later and carry the truck to the farm.
Suddenly, the brownies disappeared out of his hands. He looked around, shocked. He had sensed the heart beat and figure of a person. What was going on here? Clark turned around in time to meet a fist. The fist smashed in to his midsection sending him back flying. He hit a nearby tree and it shattered. Clark looked up, shocked but unhurt. He took of his torn jacket.
He stood up slowly. The man who had hit him was still standing. He was a little over average height with bright red hair and a slender, thin frame. His face was heavily tanned and he wore obvious contacts. Clark estimated the man to be in his forties, if not fifties.
"You're unhurt." The man said incredulously.
"What are you?" Clark asked, shocked. He walked closer to the man.
"Your worst nightmare." The man said angrily. He super sped up to Clark. Clark was amazed at the speed. He swung at Clark and hit him in the face. Then he kicked him in the jaw. Clark staggered back. He glared. Clark super sped up to the man and punched him in the chest.
The man flew back hitting the truck. There was a dent in the back. Clark ran after him and grabbed him by the collar. "What are you?" He asked. "Who are you?" The man swung at him and nailed him in the eye. Clark was unaffected but the man grabbed him in a headlock and body slammed him to the ground. Then he picked him up and threw him up 20 ft. in to the air. Clark hit the ground and bounced off, rolling off to the side. The man appeared before him and grabbed his legs, flinging him in to the air. Clark flew and landed on the ground, rolling in to a sitting position. The man zipped at him, but this time, he speared the man and they fell on to the ground. The man threw him off him. Clark stood up and the man rushed at him. Clark dodged the blow, grabbed the man, and threw him 20 ft. across the street. The man bounced to a stop and Clark was instantly upon him.
Clark raised a fist, "Who are you?"
The man spat in his face, "Someone who's going to make your life a living hell."
The man secretly dug in to his pocket. He found something, a sharp piece of green metal. He reached out and smashed it against the teen's cheek. Clark fell back, bleeding. He groaned in deep agony. Pain was not something he felt often. The man again reached out and stabbed Clark in the chest. Clark groaned. Phillip jumped behind Clark and smashed Clark in the face. Clark fell back, clutching his now bleeding nose. Phillip rushed up to him and repeatedly hammered him in the stomach. Clark fell to the floor, holding his stomach.
The man laughed. He picked Clark up and hurled him against a nearby fence. Clark crashed through. The man super sped up to him and carried him up, then threw him up in the air. Clark hit the ground hard, making a dent in the road.
The man made one mistake. He had thrown the kryptonite away. Clark managed to stand, his face swollen. Suddenly, all of his wounds began to heal. The man watched, shocked as the injuries disappeared.
"No," The man said marvellingly, " What are you?"
Clark jumped up superhumanly high in to the air and punched at the man. The man grabbed his arm and threw him. Clark landed at a half roll. This man was too fast for him.
Clark grabbed a grabbed a nearby pole. He tore it out of the ground and zipped after Phillip, repeatedly trying to hit him with it. Phillip easily evaded the blows. He caught the pole and crushed it in his hands.
"Terrible aim." The man quipped. In a second, he was right in front of Clark. He caught him with a quick hook, sending him back flying. Clark was thrown past the truck.
The man appeared behind his fallen body. "Where is he?"
"Who are you talking about?" Clark asked, a little dazed.
"The boy. Bart. Where tha hell is he?"
Clark appeared behind him. "Go to hell." He swung at the man furiously at super speed. The man easily evaded him. He grabbed him and kicked him in the knee. Clark fell to his knees. Clark jumped up superhumanly high in to the air and headed at the man. He was going straight down, headed for his foe.
Phillip was amazed at the boy's speed. He was heading straight down towards him. Phillip thought quickly. Speed was his weapon. He ran. Time seemed to freeze and Clark remained motionless in the air. Phillip was going at mega speed. He ran. He could get Bart later.
By the time Clark hit the ground, Phillip was already nine hundred yards away. He smashed in to the street, sending pieces of concrete flying around him. The concrete exploded in to the air and landed around his bare body.
He looked around him. Phillip was gone. "Where are you?" Clark asked himself. He looked around. Nothing.
He looked down and bent. The brownies were seating a few ft. away from him, a little mushy, but still o.k. He sighed. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out his car keys. He might as well get the task over with, but when he got back, he was gonna ask Bart a few questions.