Looking on as the team played, I had an umbrella set up wo that I could use my hands freely to take photos. Seeing Whitney get tackled, I took a picture, with me knowing that the rain was making it hard for him to see. I watched as he was called back to the coach, Walter, better known as Walt, Arnold. Seeing him talking, I took a shot as it seemed like a good picture, coach giving plays to his team.

Seeing him going back out onto the field, I saw that they were making the same play, with me knowing that it was risky as the team already knew its set up. Seeing them go through with it, I watched as Whitney had tossed the ball before getting tackled, where I watched the person he tossed it to catch it and score the win and I got the picture. Everyone was cheering, with me packing everything up as it was time to go.

Later

Walking into the coaches office, I saw our principle walking out, with me looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He didn't even bat an eye as he passed me. Walking into the main office of Coach Walt, I saw fire, with me grabbing the fire extinguisher and putting it out before he could say anything. Looking back at him, I raised an eyebrow at him then the fire, because he didn't move to stop it. "Its a bad time, I'll ask you for an interview later." I said, walking out, not wanting to be close to the man right now.

One week later

'The football team cheated on there mid terms, and everyone is giving zero shits.' I thought as I walked with Chloe, Pete and Clark, all of who I could call my friend. 'Not only that, I know the Coach has Pyrokinesis, the fire started in front of him after he hit his desk with that towel.' I thought as we saw Lana storming away, bringing me back to where we were. "What's she mad about?" I asked, looking at the others.

"Who knows, maybe Whitney did something to make her mad?" Pete said, with me looking over at the team as they started gathering together. Chloe took my camera, with me looking at her as she started taking there picture.

"Any idea on how they got that midterm, Chloe?" Clark asked, with me looking at him.

"Still a mystery, but I'm working on it." She said, taking a picture. Looking back at the team, I watched as one of them tossed the ball right at her, with Clark catching it, saving her life.

"Oh, nice catch!" Pete said, with me taking the ball from Clark.

Looking at the kid, I waved the ball at him. "Want it back?" I asked, with him holding his hand up. I POPPED the ball just by squeezing it, scaring him and anyone who saw. "Go buy another one." I said, tossing it down on the ground and started following Chloe and Pete.

Later that day

'I could really use a Twix.' I thought as Pete, Clark and I stopped at the vending machine. Pulling out my change, I put it into the machine and pressed E3.

"Clark, Dakota, I got to talk to you both!" The Coach said, with me looking at him as he approached us. "I saw your catch, it was impressive!" He said, with me grabbing my Twix. "And you, you have a lot of strength!" He said, with me shrugging as I wasn't interested in what he was selling.

"Thanks!" Clark said, with me rolling my eyes as he looked happy and I started eating my Twix.

"So why arnt you two on our team?" He asked, with me holding my hand up.

"Because I hate sports, and prefer to be on the sidelines." I said, with him looking at me with a frown. "And I'm guessing that Clarks parents wont allow him to join, not my problem." I said, looking at Clark as I took another bite.

"My dad needs me on the farm." Clark said, with me knowing that Coach Walt already had speech thing ready.

"Your school needs you on the field, we have a big game Friday and we need players!" Walt said, with me shacking my head as it was not between them. "Look, look, I know your dads will understand." He said, with me giving him a disapproving look.

"Sorry, but my father has nothing to do with me, and the only memory I have of him is him holding me in a picture." I said, crossing my arms. "He may have liked football, but I don't, so don't try that "Well your parents will think more of you" crap on me." I said sarcastically, crossing my arms. "I was raised by my mother, who has been dealing with medical problems ever since High school, so would I rather be like a man I never met or loved, or be like a person who raised and loved me?" I asked, holding my hands out to my sides, weighing my options. "I think we have a winner!" I said, holding my hand up that I was indicating as my mothers options.

"Its in both of your genes!" He said, with me rolling my eyes.

"Actually, I'm adopted!" Clark said, with me looking at him as I didn't expect that.

It was awkward for a few seconds before Walt started talking again. "Look, I'm trying to get you to be apart of some thing special, apart of history!" He said, with me rolling my eyes as it would be me recording said history. "Now I've seen you stare at your fathers picture in that trophy case, don't tell me that you don't want to be apart of this!" He said, talking to Clark as I figured that he thought I was a lost cause. "Now why don't you suit up!" He said, looking at Pete. "Look at Ross here, he doesn't have a lick of talent but he has a truck load of heart!" He said, patting Pete on the chest.

"Let me think about it." Clark said as I shook my head, knowing that it was a bad Idea.

"Fordman, get over here!" Walt said, where I watched Whitney and Lana walk over to us, with Whitney's arm draped around Lana. "As head captain, what would you think of Clark and Dakota on the field, considering our current predicament." He said, with me face palming as he wasn't giving up on me just yet.

"Clark would do alright, Dakota, I know he's strong but I'm not sure." He said, with me looking at him.

"They seem scared!" He said, with me glaring at Walt.

"I'm scared of nothing... Ok, some things, but football?" I asked, shacking my head. "I hate the sport, no offence." I said, looking at the football lovers that were around me. "I wont play, but I will record the story for the ones who didn't get to see it." I said, looking back at Walt.

"There comes a time that you have to be your own man!" Walt said, with me groaning as he stepped rather close to us. "Now what do you two say, ready to be your own man?" He asked, with me shacking my head.

"I don't speak for Clark, but its a no for me, speeches and pep talks wont work on me like others." I said, turning away and taking my leave, not caring what Clark does.

Later that day

"Mr. Kent." I said, taking a seat next to him. "I see you decided to support Clark in his decision, or is it that you're here to make sure no one gets hurt." I said, taking my camera out and snapping a picture of the team that was already out on the field.

"I don't support his decision, and you're right, I am here to make sure that he doesn't hurt anyone." He said, with me nodding as he looked at me. "He tried the same speech on you?" He asked, with me nodding.

"Ya, that be your own man speech that he's been doing for twenty five years, doesn't work on me." I said, watching Clark run a play and get tackled, with me snapping a shot as it was a bit funny. "But we both know that if Clark was normal, that you wouldn't have a second thought of letting him on the field." I said, seeing Clark get scolded by Walt.

"I just want him to be carful!" He said, with me nodding. "I'm curious, why is it that you don't have your fathers last name?" He asked, with me nodding as it was a good question.

"He never raised me, and so I took my mothers name after changing it, as a sign of respect and gratitude for everything she's done for me." I said, watching as Clark showed off, with me taking pictures of it. It was a little much, and if someone was looking into it, they would of called him out on it. "I think that's enough for me, it was nice seeing you." I said, holding my hand out to him as he also stood up and shook it, where we both left and I knew he was a bit disappointed.

Later that night, Smallville Beanery

"That doesn't make sense, cars don't just spontaneously combust!" Chloe said as she, Pete, Clark and I walked into the Café.

"Cops said it was faulty wiring." Clark said, with me knowing better.

'Fire, Walt's desk caught on fire, and he didn't even try to stop it.' I thought as I looked through the pictures on my camera. 'Not only that, but the principle had just left his office before the fire, and now he gets attacked by fire, its clear that Walt has Pyrokinesis, but why would he attack the principle... Unless Walt was the one who supplied the tests, got caught and tried to remove him to save his own ass!' I thought, my mind blown.

"I hear that there's as spot open." I heard Lana, where I realized that we were now inside and I missed out on some of the conversation again.

"Lana, what are you doing here?" Clark asked, with me shaking my head at him, he was so in love with the girl that it was obvious to anyone who looked at him... Except for Lana that is.

"Taking your order I hope!" Lana said, picking up a tray and heading off into the waiting area of the shop, with us following her.

"Wha-Wha-What is this, some kind of Cheerleading, charity be a waitress for the night kind of thing?" Chloe asked, with me elbowing her as it wasn't nice.

"Yes it is, except for the cheerleading and charity parts, and tips are apricated!" She said, setting the tray down and giving the people next to her their drinks.

"Well, I hope all goes well for you." I told her, with he smiling at me, and I knew she still didn't know me well, I mean hell, I didn't talk to anyone other that Chloe, Pete and Clark, other than getting reports from everyone else. Taking a seat, Chloe sitting next to me and Pete sitting across from her, saving a seat for Clark across from me.

I went back to looking through my camera, because something seemed off and I didn't know what it was, but would eventually find it. "You ok?" Chloe asked, with me looking at her and then Pete.

"Ya, just, something feels off and I cant figure it out." I said, going back to my camera. "Its got something to do with Walt, but I cant place my finger on it." I said, when came across the picture Chloe took, where I saw that he was giving a speech to everyone. I narrowed my eyes as I zoomed in on the back ground, seeing a kid smoking, but that wasn't what was strange, the smoke wasn't following where the wind was going as said kids hair was moving in the other direction, it was moving over to Walt. 'Still, not enough to declare he has power over flames.' I thought, where I saw Pete nod his head behind us, with me looking over and seeing part of the football team there, with one of them kneeling down to them.

"Coach wants to meet with us, sais its important." The kneeling one said, with me knowing that this was my chance to get the evidence that he controlled flames.

"What's up with your fallen brethren?" Chloe asked Pete, with me standing up, confusing them.

"Don't know, but I want to know." I said, with Chloe standing up and grabbing her coat, with both of us following after the team.

Later, Football Field

Hiding behind the bleachers, I took out my camera while Chloe hid next to me. Seeing eight players, they all stood on the field. Seeing Walt yell at them, I started taking some shots, and I knew that it was about the group that cheated. Seeing him smack one of them, I got it at the right moment, and I knew his career as a Coach was over as of this moment. Taking a picture as flames started spewing from the sprinklers, I wasn't as shocked as when it had all started, but Chloe was shocked and had connected the dots on the car fire. Seeing them all leave, Chloe and I hid as they all walked past, with me taking pictures of them. "We saw that, right?" She asked as they were long gone.

"Ya, I'll have the pictures to you later." I said, looking at her, with her starting at the flaming sprinklers.

"I'll take them as soon as I can, this story is out there, not only is it classified as weird, but also school grounds." She said, with me shacking my head at her.

"Don't do anything stupid." I said, handing her the camera. "Make your copies, then return my camera, I don't just let anyone take it." I said, with us heading back to my car to get out of here.

The next day, peperaly

Walking into the torch, I saw Chloe at the desk. "Hey, I thought that you would be out there having fun." I said, with he looking up at me with a surprised look, but then shook her head, giving me a smile.

"No, I have a lot of things that I need to take care of." She said, with me nodding as I made my way over to the desk and sat on it.

"Anything I could help you with?" I asked, with her looking back at the computer, with me looking at it, seeing her put the fire sprinklers on the front page, giving the story of how Walt supplied the tests. "This is risky, are you sure you want to make it public and not take it to the authorities?" I asked, wanting her to be sure before he did something stupid.

"If they don't believe this, then there is noting that we can do." She said, when suddenly the desk caught on fire, setting my pants on fire while Chloe jumped back in shock. I jumped off the desk and patted the fire off as fast as I could. Seeing the fire chase after us, I ran over to the window. Taking my coat off, I punched it, breaking it completely as I started using my coat to clear a way for us. "We're in the third floor!" She yelled, with me wrapping my coat around her.

"Just shut up!" I yelled, grabbing her in a hug and jumping out the window. I heard her scream as we fell, with me positioning myself so that I would take the fall damage. Bracing myself, I shut my eyes as I was about to be in a SHIT ton of pain. Once I hit the ground, I couldn't breath. Hell, I couldn't hear what was being said as I was just focused on trying to breath. The next thing I knew, I was picked up and was being taken away. I saw Clark, and I knew I was in safe hands but I wanted to know if Chloe was ok. I never got the answer as I had passed out.

The next day

I awoke on the couch, of a home I did not recognize. Apparently, I scared the living shit out of a lot of people after jumping out of the third floor window and Clark had taken me to the hospital. That wasn't what happened, what happened was that Clark took me back to my place, but no one was there so he had me stay at his place to heal up. It scared the Kent's, but everything was ok in the end.

Now, I'm at the football game, out to kick Walt's ass. He DESTROYED my camera, not just my camera, but my club and nearly killed not only me but Chloe. Walking into the stands, I followed the Kent's over to our friends. "Chloe!" Martha called out, gaining said girls attention.

"Hi Miss. Kent, Hi Mr. Kent!" She said, waving at us, only to jump in in shock as I was walking with them. "Dakota!" She said, rushing over to me. She tackled me into a hug, with me groaning as I still felt the pain from yesterday. Sure I could of used my flight to stop the fall, but then I would of given myself away and I was not doing that. "You're walking, not in the hospital, are you ok!?" She questioned, with Johnathan Kent pushing her away from me.

"He's still sour, but will live." He said, with me making a pained expression as it was true, and the sudden hug hurt. I wasn't immune to pain, nor was I invincible, I was still human and felt everything. "Where's Clark?" He asked, with me looking out onto the field, seeing that he was missing.

"Don't know, I was suppose to meet him but he never showed." She said, with me knowing something was up. "Thought he was with you guys." She said, with Johnathan shacking his head and started looking around for his son.

"Something isn't right." I said, seeing Walt not looking concerned for the missing person. "Come on, lets go ask Pete if he's seen him." I said, with Johnathan and Chloe following me down to the field. Once we reached the track, Johnathan ran over and started talking to Pete, who shook his head and then started talking to Walt, where I knew he knew where Clark was.

Johnathan returned and looked back at the team. "No body has seen him." He said, with me shacking my head.

"Chloe, search the school, I'll check around and Mr. Kent, check the locker room." I said, walking off with them, and I said that loud enough to gain Walt's attention.

Later, locker room

Once inside, Johnathan knew that I was there because I knew Clark was here. He didn't question it, but if he did I would of told him. Once we reached his sauna, we saw the glass to it broken. "Clark?" Johnathan called out as he looked inside, where he started panicking. "CLARK!?" He yelled, trying to break the door down. Moving him out of the way, I kicked the door in, breaking it in half. Seeing Johnathan rush in to help his son, I saw Walt running over to me with a Fire Extinguisher. Grabbing it, I crushed it in my hand, with it exploding.

"Hey, asshole!" I said, seeing him wiping his face. I punched him, sending him flying into the locker room. Walking into the locker room, I cracked my knuckles. "I'm going to kick your ass, that Camera was my mothers from her time in high school!" I said, with him standing up and closing his eyes. I knew what he was doing and ran forward, where I then smacked him into the shower room as I reached him. "I want you to pay for the damages, not only my camera, but the torch, the principles medical bills and his car, out of good faith of course." I said, where Clark ran over to us.

"Its over, you lost!" He said, where Walt went ballistic, setting fire to the entire place, with me covering my face as I didn't expect him to commit suicide. once the flames died down, I could only look on in shock, but I didn't feel shock. I didn't know why, but watching someone die for the first time, was like I had seen it before. As a kid I heard about it, but never seen it.

"You two alright?" Johnathan asked, with me nodding as I didn't know how to answer. "I'll called the police, I suggest that you get home." He said, with me walking away.

Later that night

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled, applying ointment to my back, seeing that it was completely black and blue, with some purple here and there. As much as wanted to put ice on it, it was a bad idea as it would only hurt worse. I needed to apply ointment, and the next day I would be healed. Not its not the ointment that heals me, its myself. If treated, it would be gone the next day, if not, it would be roughly two or three days tops.

Hearing a knock at the door, I groaned as I stood up an made my way to the door. Opening it, I saw Chloe standing there. "Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked, with me letting her in as I made my way back to the couch to continue to apply the ointment.

"Been better, the ointment burns, but I'll live." I said, sitting down and grabbing the sponge to continue the process as she sat down behind me. "What do you need, come to check up on me or to continue looking at my collection?" I asked, wincing as I applied it.

I felt cold hands grab mine, making me freeze as I didn't expect her to grab the sponge from me. "I was worried about you, you jumped out of a three story window to save me." She said, applying the ointment to my back for me. "How long do you think that you're going to be out of school?" She asked, where it suddenly clicked in my head.

The school knew I jumped, and if I head back then they would know something was up. "A week or two." I said, where I decided that I would have a lot of work to do, and I guess just be lazy and sleep.

"And will your mother come home in that time?" She asked, and I honestly didn't know. I didn't answer her either, because I wasn't sure how to answer that. "In that case, I'll stop by after school until your back on your feet!" She said, with me looking over my shoulder.

"You don't have to do that." I said, with her shacking her head at me.

"You saved my life, the least I can do is help you with yours." She said, looking at me. "Thank you." She said, with me looking away from her as she continued to apply the ointment.

Now I had to act like I was in pain every time she came around, great.