By StoryMaker8931
Clark tossed and turned, over and over. That night, he went. He wasn't sure at first what was wrong with him, but trying to forget about it would not achieve much. And it wasn't as though he was in much pain, it was more the discomfort in the bottom of his stomach that caused his sleepless night. It was about 4;30 in the morning, he knew his parents would be up in at least 2 more hours, but he wasn't sure if he could wait that night for medication, so as a grown man would do, he got himself out of his bed, pulled back the covers and proceed to make his way out of the room, and down the hall where he was staring directly towards the bathroom, with his eyes. As he was quiet enough to get there, he opened the door, and stepped inside, closing the bathroom door rather slowly, in order to avoid waking anyone up. His parents' room was right next to the bathroom, and he knew his dad was a super light sleeper, any sort of noise, and he'd be awake for another twenty minutes trying to explain while half asleep what was so important he had to be awake at almost five in the morning.
As he checked every corner of the bathroom, looking for any kind of medication he could, in order to help him, he sighed, defeated. There wasn't anything by the name of ''Helps stomach cramps''' and the other medication pill bottles in that cupboard wasn't anything he could read, or understand, so he feared what might happen had he swallowed them thinking they were what he was looking for. So as bothered as he was by the situation he carried on down the hall, but instead of returning to his room, he headed down the short pair of stairs, and went straight into the kitchen, his thoughts were raw for a moment, as he walked along the floor, where he opened the cupboard, reaching inside for a glass, so he could get himself something to drink.
At the time he knew there wasn't anything sweet he could have, so instead he headed over to the sink, ran the glass over the cool tap and allowed the water to pour inside. Once it was filled to the tap, he drank a little. But as he swallowed the sizeable amount he had in his mouth, he felt something odd. A weird stinging, then burning. The pain grew worse as it spread around his body, dripping the glass as it collapsed to the floor, breaking into a million pieces, Clark could see what it actually was in his glass. The water wasn't really water.
It was green and shinning. It was the same shade of the green meteor rock, and glowed just the same, as it did, every time he was around. And now, once the reality hit in, he realized he'd just allowed himself to drink some of it. Now as the liquid inside him, destroyed his insides, he was left, laying on the kitchen floor, his vision hazy, as his throat felt tight as it closed, and as he found it hard to constraint on his own breathing, he was unware of the bright lights, belonging to what seemed like large vehicles, attatched with bright lights that shone at him, through the living room windows.
He lost his stomach for a long few seconds, as he proceeded to get himself standing. He knew whatever reason for large vehicles outside his house, mean't danger for him, and his parents. But as he used the edge of the counter to pull himself to his feet, he failed to notice that there had been two cup glasses sitting on it.
Empty, but seeming to have a couple drops left at the bottom, he made the conclusion. His parents, they always brought a tray of tea to bed with them before going to bed, and one ingredient used to make tea, was water. That's probably where the glasses had come from? But if they'd drunk some water, before making the tea, that mean't? They'd both been exposed to kryptonite. As Clark fought his weakness, slowly crawling along the floor, his ears caused him even more monumental pain, when he failed to see a pair of black boots standing in front of him. He trailed his eyes, forcing himself to look up at the fact that belonged to them. Shallowing hard, as he fought to get words out.
Accompanied by another man matching the same pair of boots, Clark had a worse feeling about everything. And as the two men started down at him, with worrying expressions, one of them smiled, and talked into a small box. More or less a walkie talkie.
''We got him, Sir.'' the man said. ''You were right about this alternative plan to expose meteor freaks.''
''Tell him he was right about the boy.?!'' the other man shouted, nudging the first one rather violently, as the first man rolled his eyes, but delivered the message.
''You were right, Sir. We're bringing him to the lab, should we meet you there?...'' there was a long paused before anymore words were spoken, but it ended with the man making a rather concerning, evil smile, that sent Clark's fear to sky rocket.
''Clark Kent, you're going to be tomorrow's big news.'' he said sinisterly.
Jonathan Kent tossed and turned in his bed, for what felt like an internality until his alarm clock went off. He slowly turned over onto his side, and with his eyes half opened, and his under eyes still oozing for some more hours of sleep, he finally got himself up and out of that bed. As he threw on some random pieces of clothing, laying on the top of his dresser, he was almost ready. But the last thing he needed to do before heading downstairs, to make himself breakfast didn't seem to be up there with him. He turned from left to right, gazing around the surroundings of his bedroom, to find nothing. Only himself, standing alone in that room. He drew a breath as he called out a name.
''Martha?! You awake already?!'' he shouted, calling out for his wife. As he headed down the hall, almost about to call her name again, he noticed something. Right across the hall from their bedroom, he found the door open to what he thought was their storage room. The door was wide open, and many sorts of items were placed all around the room. From what he could make out, they seemed to be pieces of clothing, shirts, pants, and some posters that lined the walls. His curiosity was almost too great to ignore, so as he walked his way over there, he knocked lightly on the door, wondering, and hoping he'd seen his wife's face. Once he slid the door, open the rest of the way, he found Martha, standing in the middle of the room, holding up what seemed to be two unfamiliar types of jackets. One red, and the other a dark blue one. She had them both placed into the air, gazing at each analyzing, and taking in every detail, and as Jonathan raised his brow directly towards her, he opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing.
''Martha? What're those?'' he asked. ''Do they belong to someone?''
''Jonathan? I've never seen these before? And I never bought them for you? So, who's are they?'' she asked curiosity. turning around, so she could make eye contact with them.
''Maybe they were handed down from someone in the family? Most of the clothes we own came from hand downs, Martha.'' he replied. ''I wouldn't worry about it.'' he laughed as he proceeded down the stairs, unaware to him, that Martha was hot on his trail.
''But what about everything else! That room looks like it belongs to a teenage boy?! And you know we don't have any children, Jonathan! How did those things get in there? And how so quickly?!'' she wondered, her tone rising, as she reached for his arm, lightly pulling him back over to her, and forcing him to see her eye to eye.
''You're worried about this, aren't you?'' Jonathan whispered.
''Yes. I am.'' Martha nodded. ''For all we know, there could be someone sleeping in our home, in the middle of the night? Who knows, sneaking in while we sleep?!'' she hissed. ''We need to call someone!''
''Call who Martha? The room looks perfectly set up! They'll just think we put all those things in there, and just forgot about it! They'll think we're losing our minds.'' he growled. ''Please don't worry about it, just give those to me, and I'll take care of it.'' Jonathan reached for both of the jackets, holding them rather violently in his arms, as he headed outside. Where they were dumped in the barn. But as tossed the two jackets to the ground in the corner, he noticed something. Something had been written inside them. Along the back of the neckline. He slowly knelt down next to them, his fingers running down along the fabric, where the name was written, and read it out loud. But when he did, the name didn't ring any bells, none. He found everything so strange, he wasn't sure if it was something important that he'd forgotten.
''Clark Kent? Am I supposed to know who that is?'' he said to himself, before shrugging his shoulders. He left the jackets right where they laid, and returned to the house where he put on breakfast for himself, and Martha, and had eager plans to take out most of that junk in that storage room earlier that afternoon. He didn't want to see his wife, any more worried and scared than she already seemed.
''I'll deal with all that stuff after breakfast. You won't have to worry about it, sweetheart.'' Jonathan breathed, biting into a minor piece of bacon, as Martha sat across from him, drinking a small cup of tea.
''I'd appreciate that, honey.'' Martha replied. ''I'll be happy knowing no one homeless is sleeping here, in the middle of the night? Ad maybe you were right about those jackets, maybe someone from the family handed them down to you. And we just forgot about them. There's enough work to do on this farm, its no wonder we're forgetting things.'' she laughed, taking another sip of her tea. ''I can't help but notice something seems out of place around here, though.'' she said, scanning around the kitchen.
''What do you mean ''out of place'' There seems nothing wrong around here? Honestly, things haven't been cleaner, or more quite..'' Jonathan breathed, as he finished his last piece.
''Yeah...it almost seems lonely. Like there's someone missing?'' Martha wondered, her eyes softening, as she met Jonathan's eyes. ''Maybe we should consider adopting? You know, since we can't have kids. Maybe it'll make things less lonely around here, plus it'll have a fresh face to get used to the farm, which means you and I will have more hands to do jobs.''
''I might consider something like that? But we need to wait first, there are some finical issues we've still been having, and before we do anything, we need to figure out that problem.'' Jonathan mumbled, as he brought his plate over to the sink. As his eyes dragged over the amount of dishes in the sink, he finally took in the mess of random pieces of glass, lined and hidden along the counter. It had been hidden pretty well, so no one from far away could see it. Some glass was stuck to his boot, and when he tries to get it off, noticed the tips were lined with what looked to be a green solution. As he studied the substance, quickly grabbed a small clean white cloth, and grabbed as much liquid as he could from the remaining sample on his shoe. The liquid absorbed into the cloth rather quickly and left behind a rather large green splosh.
''What do you have there, Jonathan?'' Martha asked, as she came over to see him.
''Was this always here?'' he asked, pointing to the cloth in his hand, along with the pieces of glass still on the floor.
''I'd remember if I broke something? I'm sure I wouldn't have left it here, overnight, for someone to step on!? Lucky for you, you had shoes.'' she breathed. ''Someone else was here, then? Weren't they?'' she asked.
''Seems like it, hon.'' he responded. ''We should call the sheriff. Get her to open an investigation.''
''But what happens if the person comes back? What happens if they try to get back at us for stopping them from staying here? Jonathan! I'm not sure I can handle that?!''
''Don't worry, leave everything to me! I'll call the sheriff right away, and have her down here, as soon as possible. And if we need, we can go stay with your dad, I'm sure he'll allow us. If he knew something was wrong.'' Jonathan suggested. ''We will be just fine, Martha.'' He lightly kissed her forehead, as he took the phone in his hand, holding it up to his ear without hesitation, as he got the words out to the sheriff.
The two of them were completely unaware of who they were really forgetting...
Clark found a vast amount of pain running through his body. The pain started at his wrists and now was traveling down his entire body. He could barely feel his toes, and could barely remember what it felt like to be comfortable. He felt fuzzy and fluffy, as he guesses it had cut his blood circulation off, and was now causing him enormous amounts of discomfort. He'd spent already twenty-four hours locked up where ever he was locked up in. His guesses were on a lab. A lab belonging to a Luthor. Which one, he wasn't sure. The last few hours had been a complete blur to him, given how long he spent lightheaded, and barely aware of himself. Sizeable amounts of blood had already been taken out of him, and the extensive amounts of meteor rocks, located all around him, had made it difficult to keep his thoughts focused.
The first thing they had subjected him to before the other experiments started, was his healing. The few scientists that had been around him, less than fifteen minutes ago, had taken turns poking him with sharp objects, and took great pride in studying to see how long it took for his body to heal.
He remembered his words to them and each and every time they stuck him with another object.
''My body can't heal properly when I'm around kryptonite! You need to let me out of here?!'' he shouts. But they never listened. He continued to shout and scream, cry, and beg for them to let him go. But neither one payed any attention. He wasn't sure whether they were told to ignore him, or they didn't care about the fact that they were all going to jail for kidnapping and touring a seventeen-year-old boy.
Even though he had the confidence one of them would go to jail, that confidence was taken away from him. The moment he saw the fact of the person responsible for all his pain. With his wrists tied down, along with his legs, and another firmly tightened strap along pressed down over his tights, to keep him down, he wanted so badly to punch him across the fact. With that disgustingly evil glare, followed by that twisted smile. Clark was sure that face could make a baby cry. Most likely, that's what had traumatized Lex while he was growing up. Clark felt nothing but disgust towards the man.
''Let me out of here.'' he whispered, his tone sounding defeated, as motioned to move his fallen asleep wrists.
''I've finally found the truth about you, Clark? It was right under my nose the entire time. While you were barely holding on, a few moments ago, I had my team get some blood samples followed by some leftover DNA from another sample we'd taken from a normal human being. Compared the two and found quiet a few differences. Actually? A tremendous difference. One of them came back human, and the other-''
''I know where this is going, Lionel? You think I'm anything less than human, don't you? Well, I hate to disappoint you. There's no one here to back of your claim, you're going to go to jail for nothing.'' Clark breathed, cutting him off.
''Actually? You're wrong about that, Clark? The sample of your DNA is going to land me so much money, much more than I already have, I'll never ever be able to run out. You're not human, Clark. You never have been. I see that now.'' Lionel hissed, pacing back and forth in front of the callow teenager.
''Wait until my parents find out about this! They'll put a stop to you, and your empire!'' Clark barked.
''How naive? Don't you think I took care of that little detail? Your parents don't even remember your name, let alone the fact that they ever had a son. It won't last very long, but just about the right time, I need to broadcast your name across all of SmallVille, everyone in the entire town, will know what you truly are, Clark.''
''What about Lex! He'd never just sit by and watch this happen! He's my friend...''
''Is he? Clark? Lex's research was just the right amount of help I needed, in order to mix the meteor rocks with a little dosage of the stuff that causes amnesia. It was slipped into your family's water pipes. That's how you were here, surprised your not experiencing any amnesia, my guess is that the meteor rock dosage effected your system much more than the amnesia.''
''You can't do this...if I'm exposed to long, you'll kill me...then what? You'll have nothing to try your experiments on.'' Clark spat.
''Those meteor rocks aren't enough to kill you, just keep you weakened, you'll be fine. Anyway, the camera crew will be here in less than twenty minuets, I hope you've had enough of your normal boring life, Clark? Cause in twenty minuets, your going to be the talk of the town. And the first discovery Earth's ever seen, since the Ice Age..'' Lionel chuckled as left Clark alone in the large white room...
Clark hung his head in defeat. Awaiting his fate when the cameras would role, and his face would be forever printed everywhere. But that wasn't was had him so sad. What had him sad, was that because of everything, because of him. He'd done this to his parents. And now, he had a feeling, a dark, deep feeling, they were better off now, then they'd ever been before. No more having to worry whether he was safe or in trouble, no longer worrying about whether he'd put them in danger. This was better. For the three of them...Clark bit his lip, as he tasted a small bit of blood...
Jonathan returned inside with a rather successful smile on his face. The morning chores had been finished, which left him some time to himself, and as he wiped the dirt away from the gloves he wore, he headed through the living room, and into the kitchen. He smiled as he saw Martha, staring up at him from where she sat at the kitchen table, and smiled as their eyes found each other. Jonathan lightly smiled towards her, as he grabbed the phone, holding it against his ear, as he held one finger towards Martha, which mean't he just needed a minute, and she'll have his attention.
Once a few minutes had gone by, and the duty he had to get done, was finished, he put the phone back where it belonged, and took a seat at the table next to her. The two practically embraced each other with their eyes, as their bodies were inches from one another. Martha, who struck the side of his face, smiled, as she felt a rather soft kiss upon her forehead, as Jonathan kissed her.
''Who'd'you call?'' she asked quietly.
''I told you that I'd call the sheriff, and that's exactly what I did.'' Jonathan smiled, as he responded to her question.
''What happened to those jackets? Did you have something to do with it?'' she asked again.
''Yeah, I just placed them out in the barn. Thought it would be better than having to stare at them all day.'' he hissed. ''Besides, I was thinking of keeping them...after I considered what you said about adopting. I think our new child would appreciate it if we kept those jackets for him or her. Maybe she or he could grow into them?''
''So you really want to go through with it?'' she asked nervously, worried he'd said no if she asked a second time. Jonathan remained silent, aside from a small head nod that told Martha everything she needed to know, and as her face grew into a wide smile, she pulled him towards her, the two hugging, but seemed to have been rudely interrupted by the sound of a pricing noise, that was the doorbell. Martha, who was the closet, slowly got out of her chair, and went to answer it. With one single touch upon the doorknob, she opened it, and recognized a friendly face. But as she took in the person's expression, it left her with concerns.
''Chloe? What's the matter?'' she asked with mere concern.
''I was just wondering if Clark was here? I hadn't seen him at school today, and I'm on a tight deadline for one of my articles. He was supposed to help me, you see.'' Chloe hissed, more with anger in her voice, but as the panic rose from her voice, to her face, she took in Martha's bare expression, as Martha softened her eyes, lightly shaking her head.
''I'm not sure who you mean, Chloe? There's no one named Clark living here.'' she whispered. ''I think you're confused.'' Chloe's panicked expression faded as she titled her head to the other side, lightly looking past Martha, as she could make out Jonathan from across the room. She bit her lip softly, as she practically pushed herself inside the house, Martha who was a little startled, wiped her fear away as she watched Chloe quickly walk across the living room, and into the kitchen where she stepped just beneath the kitchen counter, and the table and chairs. Jonathan, who stared at her peacefully, smiled once he saw her.
''What seems to be the problem, Chloe?'' he asked.
''I think something is very wrong here.'' she hissed.
''What's wrong?'' Martha asked, answering her statement as she went to stand next to her husband.
''Your telling me the two of you have no idea who I'm talking about when I mention the name Clark?'' she asked. Martha and Jonathan stared at each other, confused, as Martha lightly and quietly responded.
''My last name is Clark, that's about the only thing I can tell you, Chloe...why the sudden interest?''
''Your son. You two have a teenager son named Clark Kent, and for some odd reason, none of you seem to remember.''
''Son? Martha and I can't have children? You know that?'' Jonathan stated, as he met Chloe's eyes. ''As much as we'd like to have a kid of our own, its kind of impossible.''
''No, you adopted a child. A boy. And you named him Clark! Why can't you remember him! He's my best friend, and your son!'' Chloe hissed angrily.
Jonathan rose from his spot at the table, as his face fell once he realized what Chloe was saying was really the truth. Once he could put everything together he sighed, defeated, as Martha looked at him confused, as she hoped to share his findings.
''What is it, Jonathan?'' she asked.
''Those jackets you found upstairs in that room, the ones I put out in the barn, they had a name printed on the back. Clark Kent. If what Chloe's saying about us having a son is true, they must belong to him?''
''Are they red and dark blue?'' Chloe confirmed. Jonathan nodded. ''Sounds about right, those jackets belong to Clark, I don't remember any time he wasn't wearing those jackets, they were practically a part of his whole fashion choice.'' she finished.
''If we really do have a son, why can't we remember him? And why haven't either of us seen him? It's been almost a day or two. I'm really worried now.'' Martha whispered.
''I'm not sure, but something bad must've happened to him. I feel as though Lex Luthor or his father, Lionel Luthor, had something to do with his disappearance, you see? Clark's not exactly what you'd call a normal boy...''
Clark struggled against the restraints, keeping his wrists bound to the gigantic metal table he lay upon as he grunted. Every time he tried, with even more force, he just got out of breath more and more, and the more the tried, the more the kryptonite affected his awareness. The pain he felt was slowly beginning to swallow him. Soon, he wasn't sure how long he'd have before it would knock him out. From all the other times he'd been exposed to kryptonite, it didn't take to long till he'd pass out from the pain, and as the fear inside him, made his stomach drop, he was oblivious to the fact that someone was staring at him, through the large thin glass separating him from the large group of scientists, ooing and awing at him, every time he was put through a whole new experiment.
''Lex...'' he hissed through his teeth. His hand formed a fist as he followed Lex's movements with his eyes, and once he was in the room with him, Clark found it much easier to keep himself focused on him. Even if that was a person he hated.
''Are you happy?'' he asked.
Lex smirked as a smile landed on his face, and with his hands crossed behind his back, he stopped pacing. Which resulted in the two old friends having eye contact.
''I take no happiness in watching you like this, Clark. Believe it or not, I'm not a monster who enjoys the pain of my friends.'' Lex hissed.
''Funny? And that's exactly what I thought you like to do, Lex. Must've read you wrong.'' Clark growled, mustering a slight grunt of pain as the kryptonite grew worse in pain, the boiling of his blood burning through his flesh and muscle, as he shut his eyes for a moment..
''Maybe I should speak with my team about removing some meteor rocks from this room, it seems like its hurting you quiet a bit.'' Lex suggested.
''Nope, don't bother...'' Clark mumbled. ''The more pain, the closer I get to sleep. Which I haven't done since I got here. Too busy fearing for my life to sleep. You never know when another person from your team will stick another needle into me. Prefer to be aware at all times.''
''We're done with the needles, Clark. There won't be anymore stabbing or poking of sharp objects. I have completed the first test. So, you're out of the woods, you could sleep if you wanted too, and peacefully might I add.'' Lex breathed, staring at Clark with the same serious expression Clark always saw on Lex.
''Thanks, but no. Anyway, what was the first test? Seeing how my body reacts to having things stabbed inside me? Real clever, Lex...''
''Actually, the first test was to see how your healing works...but sadly the stage didn't pass with flying colors. Seems you heal about the same as normal human beings. We could write in the research, your normal with wounds.'' Lex concluded.
''My body doesn't heal properly when I'm around Kryptonite. If you'd move me into another room, my body would have no trouble healing my wounds.'' Clark finished. ''Only had you done that, the stage would've been successful.''
''Doesn't matter now, Clark. I've seen how fast your body can heal, and I already did some changes to the next stage, even if the first wasn't exactly a completion, but wasn't a failure either, I have something else planned, but first, I believe my father mentioned something about a camera crew coming here to see you. You can rest easy, cause I cancelled on them. It's not like my father to organize reporters to come here, especially during one of my projects. Your secret won't be leaving this facially. And I hate to say this, trust me I really do, but neither will you.''
''Why can't you just allow me to go, forget this ever happened, delete or burn all the research! You can stop right now, Lex, you're not too far in!'' Clark hissed even though his voice was breaking through all the pain he was exposed too.
''I can't do that, Clark. You have all people should understand what it means to uncover a life changing project. All my other projects have failed me, and failed me, over and over again, but this one, this one, you, won't fail me. Not as soon as I inject you with one last needle. One last ingredient that will overpower your human side, put aside your emotions, and everything else.''
''So? I'll be nothing but a zombie, answering to your commands, and only your commands. Are you hearing yourself, Lex! This is insane!'' Clark mumbled.
''No, its not. What's insane is how I was blinded for so many years, since the first day we met on that bridge, I should've gone through with my suspicions, I knew there was more to you, than a simple farm boy.''
Clark struggled as much as he could against his stripes that had him restrained, but the only thing he did was cause himself more pain. With the sizeable amounts of meteor rock placed all around the room, there really was nowhere for him to hide, to recover. He was stuck right in the middle of the room, where most of the rocks had been placed. He couldn't hear himself properly, nor would any of his powers be able to function, for the thought to use his heat-vision had came into his mind many times since he'd first been retrained, but with all the pain he was being exposed to, as it flowed throughout his body, he couldn't get himself to focus on anything.
He was twitching and shiver, as the frosty air breathed against his bare chest. Feeling the effects of the chilly air once for all, he made eye contact with Lex again, who whispered something he could not make out. But his eyes widened when he heard the last bit of sentence. Lex had asked for a needle. Another needle.
''You said you were done with needles, that was a lie just like everything else...'' Clark swallowed as he took in another hard breath.
''Just try to hold still, it won't take long. And try not to move. This is one needle we don't want being stabbed somewhere other than your arm.'' Lex warned him. As two scientists came into the enormous room, from behind a rather white, old looking door, carrying what seemed to be a medium-sized needle, Clark cowered and quivered as he tried to move. But his attempts were useless. There wasn't anywhere for him to go. He felt both their hands against his bare arms, as the feeling of their gloves felt cool but weird against his skin. As he saw Lex walking away from the sight of him, all Clark could muster was painful screams as they injected the needle into the vein of his right arm.
And as they drew out his scream by the soundproof walls of the building, Lex was surprised to see two familiar faces in the doorway, as sparks and wires appeared broken, as the tallest one held a shotgun in his hands.
Jonathan and Martha made there way safely inside the building Jonathan who was so angry towards Lex Luthor, but also a little angry towards himself as he allowed himself to forget all about Clark, had broken and ripped apart some wires around the opening of the mechanical doors, as they both set foot inside, past the doorway, where the face of the youngest Luthor, came into view. Matha as carefully as she could, tried to keep her husband under control, as she shared a rather unfriendly expression towards Lex.
''Where is he, Luthor!'' Jonathan barked, throwing himself towards Lex, as Martha gripped a part of his clothing with her arms, trying to keep him still as Lex simply smiled.
''Where's who?'' he snarled. ''Did you miss place something?''
''Don't! Don't you dare, you have Clark somewhere inside this building! We know you do! Chloe filled us in on everything she found out! You did something to our water system and drugged us, which made us forget about Clark! Then when we were out with memory loss, you kidnapped him from our house! We could get you arrest for kidnapping, Luthor! Then you'd never be able to hurt another person again!'' Jonathan hissed through a breath of angered air.
''I'm not sure what you're going on about, I haven't kidnapped anyone. I simply took back the property you've been keeping to yourselves for over seventeen years. As a lab experiment Clark belongs to the world, not just you too. He is the first ever discovered alien, this world has every seen, and I'm simply holding on to him, till my plans change.''
''I'll end you Lex! I'll hurt you for whatever you did to him! I swear-'' Before Jonathan could get his last few words out, a raging hot piece of meteor rock interrupted him, as it shot through the air, hitting him, as he was knocked a few feet back. Martha, who's eyes went wide for a moment, tried her best to comfort him, as she was forced to take in the sight of Lex's new creation. Her heart broke into many pieces as she clenched down upon her bottom lip. The front row of her teeth biting down into the skin of her mouth, as she tasted a bit of blood, from the skin cracking open, from how dry they were.
''Clark...'' she whispered.
Martha was forced to keep her eyes placed on the zombie version of her son, as he limped towards her. Dragging his leg past the other one, his chest and shoulders were covered with blood, as under his chin and along his cheeks, was more. His hair was messy, and covered with dirt and what seemed to be white sand, from the material used to soundproof the building, as the ceiling most likely collapsed.
Clark's raven eyes found Martha right on cue, and as Lex backed away slowly from the thing he'd just created, many colored veins rose up and down Clark's arms, informing Lex whatever liquid had been in that needle, had shown to be effective.
''Please tell me there's a cure to whatever you did to him...'' Martha pleaded, as she pulled Jonathan's smoking body against her.
''I wish there was.'' Lex replied. ''But I never thought to plan that far. Your boy will remain like this, till I find the need to change him back. I'm sorry, Mrs. Kent. You and your husband should've kept your eyes on him better...'' he hissed evilly as a smile formed on his face.