THIS day just couldn't get any worse, Clark thought as Lois stopped in the Kent driveway.
"You owe me one, Smallville. I can't always stay back because you've got a detention." Lois said. She was surprised when he just got out of the SUV and nodded. She expected atleast a quip.
"Bye, Lois." Clark said sullenly.
"Did you just get hit by the Great Depression, Smallville?"
Clark raised an eyebrow, then he shook his head. "No, I'm uh, fine. Thanks for the ride."
She nodded. "See you." And with that, she zoomed out of the Kent farm.
Clark watched her then sighed and went in to the loft. He set his bag aside and dropped in to a sofa. This day was just getting better and better, wasn't it? He shook his head. He sat there for a few minutes, moping. He headed in to the house. Krypto was in the den. When he saw Clark, he instantly ran towards him. Clark caught him. It wouldn't do to let Krypto's Super strenght destroy the house.
Clark smiled as the dog happily licked his face. Atleast there was one person who liked him today. Clark ruffled his ears and grinned. He headed to the cupboards and took out a box of dog food. He put it in to Krypto's bowl and watched the dog happily devour it. When Krypto was done, Clark let him out for a run around the farm.
Clark headed to the loft. He picked out a book. It was called THE WAR OF THE WORLDS. Needless to say, Clark liked reading books like this. He was quite enjoying it when he heard a car pull in to the driveway. He turned. Lex got out of the Porsche and waved up at him.
"C'mon up!" Clark called.
Lex came up the stairs and in to the loft.
"Haven't seen you in a while." Clark said.
"I know," Lex said, "I've been busy."
"Mhm." Clark swallowed. "Mmm, I heard about Luthor Corp, I'm really sorry."
"Oh, yeah?" Lex asked. "What exactly did you hear about Luthor Corp."
"Oh, ummm, nothing important." Clark could have kicked himself. Smart of him to go talking about it to Lex.
"You heard about the robberies?" Lex asked. He watched for a reaction. Clark Kent wasn't exactly the best liar in the world. A quality Lex somewhat admired.
"Ummm, yeah."
Clark put his hands in his pockets, a habit Lex had come to familiarize with.
Lex smirked. "How, exactly?"
"Umm, I just heard. It was no big deal."
"Someone must have access to Luthor Corp files."
"Yeah, I…umm, guess."
"What exactly are you trying to hide, Clark."
Clark turned to Lex, puzzled. His heart rate began to escalate rapidly.
"I..ummm….Nothing, of course, Lex."
"We both know you're a terrible liar."
"What could I be lying about?"
"Clark, stop with this pretense."
"Please, Lex. It's just not….important."
"It is to me." Lex was getting a bit aggravated.
"Listen…Lex."
"Listen, Clark. I want to know who that source was, and I want to know now."
Clark was shocked at the anger in Lex's voice.
"I ummm…."
"No, You ummm, nothing. I want to know now!"
"Why is this so important, Lex?"
"Why is it so important? Is that what you're asking me?"
Clark shook his head in awe. He had never seen Lex so angry.
"C'mon, Lex." Clark shook his head in wonder. "Just cool down. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Someone knows more about my company than they should and I want to know who. All that time, that you called me you enemy. You said that I wasn't your friend. You said that I had betrayed you. You hypocrite!"
Lex shook his head, backing up.
Clark approached him. "Lex, get a hold of yourself."
"Get a hold of myself! Jesus Christ, get a hold of myself! That's all you can say?"
"What am I supposed to say, I'm sorry!"
"Right now, I don't care how sorry you are. You tell me who told you right now, Clark. That information wasn't printed in the papers. Tell me, Clark." Lex waited.
Clark looked at the floor. He had, indeed, made a critical mistake.
"And you call yourself my friend." Lex shook his head. He stalked out of the loft. Clark swallowed. He watched his supposed best friend get in to the Porsche and zoom away in a cloud of dust.
THE second they saw him, he was gone.
"Get him!" The leader screamed. The boy had disappeared. They had seen him stop at the stairs, then he was gone. Bart appeared behind one of them.
"Your uniforms, are so like…eighties." The man turned around, firing his assault rifle wildly, but the boy was gone.
"What tha hell is going on!" The leader yelled out.
"I am!" Bart appeared in front of him. He swung and hammered him in the face. The leader fell over the banister and to the ground. Bart disappeared just as the soldiers started firing wildly at where he had been a second ago.
The ones who weren't firing rushed to their fallen leader. "You o.k., chief?" One of them asked. The leader sat up and groggily wiped blood off his broken nose.
"What are you waiting for," the leader yelled wildly, "Get that sonofabitch!"
"Yes, sir!" At that instant, Bart appeared, and he dropped foot first on to the commander's chest. The leader screamed as the weight of the boy landed on his ribs. Bart wasn't at all heavy, but nevertheless, his slight frame broke the leader's ribs. "Goddamit!" He yelled.
A soldier fired wildly at Bart. Bart's Super speed easily exceeded the speed of the bullets. He ran from side to side and stopped in front of the soldier. He winked. The soldier swung with the butt of his rifle. Bart ducked and in an instant was behind him. He smashed his elbow in to the soldier's back and the man stumbled forward, and flew in to the mini bar, breaking through and in to the glass. Broken glass flew in to his face, slicing it so it bled profusely.
Bart grimaced. "Lucky you." He said sarcastically.
He zipped out of the way of a bullet and kicked the soldier in the groin. Then, he smashed the man in the stomach with his speed. It wasn't the force of the punch that normally affected Bart's opponents. It was the speed, and with that, the man flew back and hit the wall, causing a large depression.
Bart clucked his tongue. "So sad."
A soldier swung at him. Bart ducked and hammered him under the arm pit, instantly dislocating his arm. The soldier stumbled back. "You little bastard!" he screamed.
Bart appeared behind him. He grabbed him around the waist and threw him in to a glass case. Cutlery and dishware fell to the floor.
Bart heard a scream. He turned. A soldier was holding Chloe with a handgun to her head.
"You fellas aren't playing fair." Bart said.
"Who said we were here to play fair?" The man asked.
Bart secretly grabbed a baseball bat behind his back. "C'mon, man. Don't do this."
"You've really done it this time, you little punk." The man snarled snidely.
"Done what? Whipped all your butts like it was nothing?"
"You've got a smart mouth, kid." He said.
"I know." Bart smiled.
"This is really not a time to be smiling." Chloe hissed.
"You should listen to your little girlfriend, Bart."
"Who are these people," Chloe gnarled.
"Go on, Bartie." The man said. "Tell her."
"Go to hell."
"Not without your girlfriend. See you later, Bartie boy." And with that, he pulled the trigger.
The bullet sped out of the chamber and time froze. Everybody in the room froze. Bart super sped towards Chloe. The bullet was almost there! Chloe's face was frozen in a fearsome expression.
Bart reached out with the bat. With all his strenght, he slammed it in to the man's arm. There was a sharp crack. The man's arm fell limply to his side, taking the gun in his hand down. The bullet went through the barrel and in to his foot. "Shit!" He screamed hopping around.
Bart was instantly in front of him. "You shouldn't curse." With that, he slapped the man across the face. A guard grabbed him from behind. Bart struggled to get out of the soldier's fearsome embrace.
"Can't go anywhere, anymore, can you, little Bartie?" The man stepped forward, still holding the gun. He was limping and blood and smoke was going out of his foot. The floor was almost covered with blood now. "You're going to pay for that." He smashed Bart in the face. Spit flew out of the young teenager's mouth.
"No," He said, eyes blazing, "You're going to pay for that."
"Try anything else, Bart. Escape, you probably can. But if you do, your little girlfriend here is dead."
"For goodness sakes," Chloe screamed, "I am not his girlfriend."
The man turned around, eyes blazing, and back handed slapped her across the face. Her whole body twisted with the impact and she fell to the ground.
"You're dead!" Bart screamed. He couldn't move his whole body with speed right now but he could use his hands. In exactly a fraction of a second, he had grabbed a plate off the table and smashed it against the head of the man who was holding him. The man stumbled back, holding his heavily bleeding forehead.
"What tha hell did you do to me?" He screamed.
Bart grabbed a stool. He swung and smashed it across the man who was holding the gun's hand. "I told you you were going to pay for that, Ransom!" Ransom immediately dropped the gun, holding on to his broken fingers.
Bart again swung, ramming the stool against Ransom's head, knocking him unconscious.
Another soldier rushed him. Bart ducked the blow and rammed the stool in to his knee caps, instantly breaking them. The man screamed. He fired at Bart. Bart bended back and it passed over his head.
"Not a good move, soldier." He said, smashing the fist in to the man's groin. The man fell back, screaming, and holding on to his crotch.
Another soldier jumped at Bart.
Bart shook his head. "What, you want some of this?"
"Bring it on, little kid." The man kicked at Bart. Bart zipped out of the way and smashed his fist in to the man's ribs. The man swung again. Bart appeared behind him and kicked him in the back of the knee, sending him stumbling.
"Wouldn't you say I have brought it on?" Bart remarked. He appeared in front of the soldier and kicked him in the face. The man fell back on to debris.
Bart turned just in time to see the fist ram in to his chin. The soldier watched gleefully as
Fell to the ground. Bart felt his eye swell. He stood up slowly. The soldier kicked at him. Bart was too tired to move. Chloe stood up and sprang at the soldier, infuriated. She grabbed him around his throat and wrapped her legs around his ribs, squeezing with all her strenght. The choking soldier frantically tried to throw her off.
"You're not getting off this, asshole." Chloe screamed.
The man ran back and tried to ram her against a wall, but she was already off him. He rammed back against the wall and through a door. Another soldier ran up to Chloe. He grabbed her throat. Chloe grabbed a nearby mug and slammed it against his head. He stumbled back and ran at her again. He pushed her in to the wall.
"You stupid little bi-'' He started but was hammered in the back by Bart.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to hit women?" Bart asked. He zipped up to the man and hit him frantically at super speed. When it was over, the man stumbled back, dazed. He fell to the ground unconscious.
Ammunition spit across the room. Bart zipped over to Chloe and grabbed her, taking her upstairs. He was back down in less than a second. The soldiers saw none of this.
"Where'd you take her?" One yelled.
"Where you'll never find her." Bart said calmly.
"Oh, yeah?" Three soldiers rushed him. Bart zipped out of the way and they slammed themselves in to a wall. They turned and some more attacked him. Bart easily ducked the blows. He kicked one in the ribs and smashed him in the jaw. He then pushed him, sending him over the dining table, breaking almost everything on it.
Bart ducked another blow. He picked up the fallen stool and smashed it across the man's face, easily breaking his nose. The man stumbled back, holding his nose. "Jesus….Jesus…My nose, My nose!" He yelled.
Bart appeared in front of him and swung the stool upwards, smashing it in to the man's testicles. The man instantly fell down unconscious. Bart snickered, "Well, you certainly won't be making babies anytime soon." He said.
A man grabbed Bart and slammed him to the ground. The man pointed his gun at the fallen teen. "Say goodbye." He said, firing. When he ceased, there was no one on the floor. He turned. Bart was right behind him.
"Goodbye!" Bart said. A soldier holding a long sleek knife lunged at Bart, arms outstretched. Bart disappeared and the knife plunged into the man who had just grabbed Bart. It entered his groin and blood and organs slipped out.
Bart watched, sickened. He appeared again. "Take him away!" He shouted at the remaining soldiers. Take him to a hospital!"
They instantly grabbed their captain and began to take him out of the house. Only two remained inside.
Bart smiled snidely. "C'mon, fellas, do we really have to fight this out?"
"You've got a real slick mouth, punk." One of them said.
Bart smirked. "Well, you've done nothing to stop it, have you?"
One rushed at Bart, brandishing two handguns. At this close range, he fired. Bart barely managed to dodge the bullets. Then he ducked under and speared the man. They crashed back through the debris and through a glass window. They flew outside. Bart furiously pummeled the man. The last one jumped outside behind them. Bart stood menacingly.
The man glared unfearfully.
"Do you really still want to fight me?" Bart asked.
"I'm going to kill you, punk."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yes."
"I seriously doubt that."
"And I seriously don't give a shit."
"Such harsh language, isn't it?"
Bart appeared behind him and grabbed the gun out of his hands. Then he slammed the butt of the gun against the back of the man's head. The man fell, unconscious. Bart sighed, happy that there were no men remaining. He zipped up the stairs after Chloe.
She sat trembling, in the corner of her bedroom.
"We've got to talk." She said shakily.
He nodded. Indeed they did. He held out his hand to her. She took it and stood up.
CLARK flipped his cell phone closed and put it in his pocket. His Dad was o.k. Everything was fine there. His mom had told him to stop worrying. He had already gotten his chores done. He looked at his watch. Where was Bart. He shrugged. Hopefully, he wasn't getting himself in trouble. Clark looked out of the loft at the beautiful sundown.
"Hey, Clark."
Clark turned and swallowed. "Hey, Lana."