BART closed his eyes, breathing hard. He shivered, awaiting his impending death. He swallowed. And swallowed again. "Shouldn't I be dead by now?" Bart whispered to himself. He opened his eyes. The world around himseemed frozen. The bullets were frozen in midair. The helicopter was frozen. The pilot was frozen. Bart was in super speed mode! Bart's Super speed was great this time, going at one of the fastest rates he had ever gone. The bullets whizzed past him and he easily zipped around and ducked them.
Bart looked up. The frozen helicopter was right above him. He ran and jumped up superhumanly high in to the air. He landed on the entrance. Not a second had passed! The bullets were still frozen. He turned to the sniper. He hammered him in the face and jumped off the helicopter, landing on the ground.
Time returned to normal speed. Blood flew out of the sniper's lip as he stumbled and fell out of the helicopter, right in to Bart's arms. Bart caught him, and hammered him in the face, then let him drop to the ground. "Sweet dreams." He quipped.
"Oh, shit!" The pilot yelled. He tried to flee. "Back up! Jesus Christ! Send me some goddamned back up!" Bart smiled. He cracked his knuckles. He jumped and landed in the helicopter.
"Hey, buddy!" He said. The pilot stood up and lunged for Bart. In an instant, Bart was behind him. Bart reared back and slammed the man in the back with his shoulders. The pilot flew out of the helicopter and bounced on to the grass below.
Bart went to the controls. He barely managed to land the plane. Though he did, it was a very rough landing. When it landed, Bart jumped out of the airplane, swaggering towards the wounded men mockingly. "Miss me?" He quipped.
THEY were strong, Clark thought as the 1st blow smashed in to him and sent him back ten ft. in to the air. Very strong.
"Hey, sweetheart." Said Phillip, appearing behind Clark. He picked him up and body slammed him. Clark jumped up, getting in to a fighting stance. He decided to use his speed. Clark's Super speed was no match for Phillip. Phillip zipped at him and hammered him in the groin. Another one of the soldiers bent low and upper cutted him. Clark flew up and landed against the fence, breaking a link in it.
Clark stood up slowly. He swallowed. Two soldiers were coming towards him. The 1st one missed the blow. Clark hammered him in the chest, sending him flying high in to the air. The 2nd one was luckier. He picked Clark up and slammed him frantically in to the ground. Clouds of dust and soil flew around, staining Clark's shirt. When the man was done with him, he easily tossed him away.
Clark stood up, very pissed. Another man came at him. Clark caught the man and circled around. Then, Clark threw the man across the entire farm and on to the road. Clark zipped at another soldier. The soldier fired his weapon frantically.
The bullets bounced off Clark. Clark smiled. "Yeah, it's possible."
He zipped up to the man and smashed him in the face. The man's neck bended back unnaturally, breaking. Then, all of a sudden, it healed back, snapping back in to place, setting back to normal. Clark gaped at him. The man grinned, "Yeah, it's possible."
He hammered Clark in the jaw then in the stomach. Clark rolled back. He looked around for a weapon. Clark zipped out. "Coward!" Phillip called after him, preparing to go after him. In two seconds, Clark returned. Clark held the electric pole from earlier over his head. Clark swung it around, smashing it in to the seven men, sending them flying. But no matter how hard and how often they were hit, they all returned, even the man that had been thrown out of the farm. Clark was getting incredibly frustrated. "What are they?" He shouted at Phillip.
"They're robots. You can't kill them. It would take a Man of Steel to destroy them."
"Oh, yeah!" Clark shouted. "Watch this!"
A robot ran at him. Clark jumped over him, grabbed him around the waist, and body slammed him so hard that his parts split apart, bouncing around the farm. Clark watched, shocked, as the parts slowly began to reassemble.
"What tha hell?" Clark cried, before a blow sent him flying in to the air. He smashed in to the ground. He stood up slowly. Suddenly, Phillip appeared in front of him. He was again thrown and he landed against the fallen helicopter, falling through the glass. Clark got out, frustrated. He turned to the helicopter. Clark hefted up the huge helicopter and threw it at one of the robots. It smashed in to his body, sending him flying back. Clark super sped and hit him in the chest. He flew back again, disintegrating, and reintegrating again. He stood up slowly.
"Why won't you die?" Clark yelled angrily and focused his vision.
Clark's Heat Vision blasted out of his eyes, spewing fire, and his fiery heat rays blasted in to the ground, trees, and the whole compound, sending up huge fire flames. The farm was suddenly alight with flames, but Clark wasn't fully rational, as he was overcome with rage. Clark aimed and sent a heat beam at the helicopter. The beam blasted in to the helicopter and it exploded, sending the helicopter high in to the air. The explosion sent Phillip and the robots flying. Clark continued shooting his heat rays, desperately trying to hit his targets. A heat ray sent the tractor exploding in to the air and it landed on a robot, crushing beyond repair.
"You goddamned bastard!" Phillip yelled as he zipped towards Clark. He smashed him in the chest and Clark flew back. Then Phillip reached in to his coat. "I know your weakness, Clark." He said. "Did you think I'd never figure it out?" He pulled a long, thick kryptonite blade out and zipped up to Clark.
Clark instantly began to weaken as his veins turned green. "No!" He yelled out.
Phillip zipped towards him, brandishing the kryptonite. Clark closed his eyes. 1,2,3. He should be feeling a lot more pain by now. What's going on. He opened his eyes. Phillip was gone and he had been blown back a few yards.
TIME seemed to freeze. Bart's Super speed still didn't seem good enough. Phillip was gaining on Clark. With one blow from that kryptonite blade, Clark could instantly be killed.
"Not on my watch," Bart whispered to himself. He threw himself at Phillip.
Phillip turned, just as Bart speared him. The two speedsters had both been going over light speed so the collision was tremendous! Time waves split through the air so that any normal human being, apart from the two speedsters of course, had been there, they would instantly have been permanently deafened.
The collision sent them approaximatley 30 ft. in to the air. Luckily for Bart, Phillip took most of the pain of the landing. Phillip landed on to his back with a thud and Bart's light body bounced off and was thrown across the ground.
Phillip stood up weakly the same time Bart did. The two nemesis faced each other. Phillip was shocked.
"I…I."
"Yeah. I know right. I can still do it." Bart sped up and smashed Phillip in the face. He instantly clutches his fist, cursing.
"Yes, but can you do this?" Phillip grabbed him and instantly tossed him six ft. in to the air. Bart bounced on to the ground, groaning. Phillip approached Bart. He held the sword over his head. Bart looked groggily at a steel pipe a few ft. away. Phillip followed the direction of his gaze. Bart instantly appeared behind him, holding the pipe.
Using his super speed, Bart struck him repeatedly.
Phillip stumbled back, holding up his arms, trying to stop the blows.
It wasn't Bart's strenght. The speed of the attack caused such pain, so quick and swift, unbearable to even Phillip.
Atlast, Phillip caught the pipe. He twisted it in to a ring and tossed it far in to the air.
Bart grinned as it was coming towards earth. Time froze. Bart super sped and caught the ring. Phillip stood, frozen in time though there were small motions coming from him because he was super speeding too. Bart instantly realized something. He was still faster than Phillip! He could use this to his advantage! He zipped at Phillip and repeatedly hit him.
"No, No, stop, please!" Phillip cried as Bart tossed the ring around him. Phillip easily tore it off him, but when he looked up, Bart was already twenty yards away.
Bart saluted as he super sped away. Phillip zipped after him, noting that Bart's super speed far exceeded his own.
WHEN the helicopter pulled up behind them, neither Jonathon, nor Martha were very surprised at all. Jonathon Kent had had some very crazy experiences with this motorcycle. He handled it well, expertly avoiding the bullets while trying to keep his wife calm. It was one the 3 other helicopters pulled up that he noted they had a problem. "Jonathon!" Martha screamed.
CLARK heard his mother's voice. The anguish, she was so scared. He could take it no more. He grabbed the nearest robot. He smashed the robot frantically against the street at super speed so hard that the parts were crushed. Then he threw it far in to air. The parts landed with a thud against the ground. They were too irreparable, even for Rafferty.
Clark's Super speed at this moment was so great at the sound of his mother's anguish, that had he really, really, really put his mind to it, if they raced, Bart would only beat him by about thirty yards. He zipped off after the helicopters with hell in his wake.
"NO! NO!" Martha screamed, grabbing around Jonathon's waist so hard that he could barely breathe.
"Martha, Martha! I can't breathe." Jonathon wheezed out. He turned, just in time to see the bullet heading straight at his head. Even a superman couldn't have dodged a bullet that close, or could he?
"NO!" Clark yelled. Time was still. The bullet. He was just inches away from the bike. If he could just reach out and catch the bullet, everything would be alright. Suddenly, Clark began to feel weak. There was kryptonite around here somewhere! He stumbled and fell and saw the bullet inch closer. There was nothing he could do. A tear froze at his eyelids.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew him away. Clark landed on the ground, praying.
BART was ahead of Clark in a second. Bart was going incredibly fast. He had long left Phillip behind. The bullet was inching closer towards Jonathon. They were going on the highway. There was only one thing he could do, and it was very risky. But he couldn't lose Mr. Kent. Not since it was his fault.
The bullet was now exactly a centimeter away from entering Jonathon's forehead. Bart dived with all his strenght. He collided with the bike and Jonathon. The bike lost control. It veered off the road and off the highway. Martha closed her eyes as the water below sped towards them.
The water was so far down, was the last thing they all thought before they lost conscious. The water was so far down, that if the boy hit it, they would all instantly be killed. The bike dropped towards the water.
CLARK froze as he saw the bike going slowly. He thought about Bart. About something Bart had showed him before. Something he had practiced day and night. He watched his family fall towards their deaths. And without a thought, Clark Kent sped towards the water.
Clark opened his eyes as he super sped. He almost cried out in joy. He was running on water! He sped across the ocean. Only after he had long passed them, did the water begin to splash, showing his great speed. The bike fell towards the water slowly. Clark was slipping slowly, going underwater. With one last motion, Clark jumped up superhumanly high in to the air. The bike fell slowly, so slowly. Clark was practically flying. He screamed. He could almost get them. With all his strenght he reached out….and clutched the bike's edge. They flew across the ocean and landed roughly on the other side. The bike bounced up and then rested. Clark stood up in his dust covered shirt. He lifted Martha who had thankfully suffered no injuries. He shook her awake.
"Oh, my god." She said groggily. He held on to her so she could regain her balance. Then he let her stand by herself. She went for Jonathon and Bart. "Jonathon! Bart!" She screamed. They stirred awake. Clark helped Bart up. The side of Bart's head was lacerated and covered with blood, but he could stand o.k.
"Ugh," he groaned rubbing his head, "I need a Tylenol so damn bad right now!"
Clark tried to help Jonathon up, but his father groaned. Clark let him down and pulled up the jeans pants leg. He turned to look at Martha. "What's wrong with his leg, mom?"
Martha bent down and studied it. She turned to Clark and sighed relieved. "It's not broke. Just dislocated."
Clark nodded as Martha and Bart stood behind him. He grabbed Jonathon's leg with a single hand. "Close your eyes, dad." He said sadly.
"What?" Jonathon asked, "Why do I have to-?"
Clark twisted his wrist lightly and pulled Jonathon's leg back in to socket. Jonathon screamed out in dismay and almost let out a string of obscenities. Martha took his head in her lap as his whole body shook and tears came to his eyes. She looked up at Clark, "He'll be o.k., son."
After a few minutes, Jonathon finally quieted down. He turned to Bart and cleared his throat, his head still in his wife's lap. He held out his hand. Bart took it.
"Thank you, son." Jonathon said, "You saved my life."
Bart nodded and Jonathon pulled him, Martha, and Clark in to a hug.
"SO, MR. KENT, WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED HER AGAIN?" Sheriff Addams said, writing in to her notepad. Clark cleared his throat. There were dozens of firefighters, cops, and reporters around the Kent home. Appearantly, the fire had been seen for a few miles around.
"We don't know yet, Sheriff." Clark said, averting his eyes.
"Now you listen to me, troublemaker," Sheriff Addams said, pointing at him, "You've had a short history of arsenry. Ms. Lang almost got hurt that time in the Talon. I think you did it, Kent, and when I find out proof, I'm hauling your ass to court, understand me?"
Clark swallowed and nodded. Addams now turned to Martha, who was standing right next to Clark. "Have a nice day, ma'am." She said leaving.
Martha followed her. "What do you have against Clark?"
Addams turned, "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. You obviously hate him."
Addams shook her head. "I don't hate him," she said, shaking her head, "Clark Kent is one of the most admirable, courageous, and adorable kids I've ever known. I'm even a little fond of him. If you tell him though, I'm suing you for slander." And with that, she walked away.
A few yards away, Clark stood, listening, and shocked. Slowly, a smile crept on to his face.
LEX watched the news from his office. He sipped his glass of vodka and grunted, frustrated. He hadn't expected anything better from that Rafferty guy. You want something done, do it yourself. But Lex Luthor couldn't blow it with Clark this time. He had to make another plan, and quick.
LANA stood in the room watching Jason sleep. She sighed as he breathed in and out, the wounds still healing on his discolored face.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in." Lana said.
Chloe entered holding a bunch of flowers. "Hi, Lana."
Lana hugged her. "Hey, Chloe." She said, taking the flowers. "Thanks for the flowers, they're beautiful." Chloe nodded.
Lana was surprised when Lois entered. "Hey, Lois." She said.
Lois nodded towards her. "Hey…..Umm…..Lara?"
Lana nodded awkwardly. "It's um….Lana."
"Yeah."
"How's Jason holding up?" Chloe asked.
"Oh, great." Lana said, "And…."
THEY all stood inside conversing, oblivious to Seth Hanison who was standing outside. He listened then called in to Phillip. "Phillip," Seth started. "The girl and her boyfriend are still alive. Something's gotta be done about this."