-Chapter Thirteen-

Epilogue

Clark walked down the dark streets of Metropolis, his gentle swagger suggested his freedom. Sirens blew through the streets and he smiled as they zoomed past him unaware of what he was going to do that night as he stopped and looked at the sleek silver car rotating on a turnstile blue lights illuminating the car show room.

He wanted it. But, he didn't have any money, yet. A small smile crept across his face as he greedily watched the car rotate. Clark turned and without anyone noticing he zoomed away suddenly, surrounded by coloured blurs and lights swimming past him until finally, he saw it. A bank.

He zoomed inside smashing through the screen door and coming to a stop in front of a row of ATM machines. Clark smiled whipping out a bag and punched his fist through it grabbing the money inside and stuffing it into the bag before sliding over to the rest and breaking them apart and stuffing the rest of the money in the bag until finally he had all the money and a row of smashed ATM machines.

Clark zoomed away returning to the streaks of blurred lights and colours. Clark came to a stop at the showroom. He walked in and surveyed the car he had been eyeing before. It looked better up close. A beautiful blond-haired girl in her early twenties walked over to him wearing a navy blue suit. "I like this car. How much is it?"

"If you have to ask, you really can't afford it," she replied briskly.

"Try me," Clark replied.

"240,000," She replied.

Clark whistled in a mock awe. He unzipped the bag revealing the large amount of money inside. "Does that cover it?"Clark said.

The girl looked inside the bag. She looked up at Clark impressed. "What do you say we take it for a test drive?" Clark coaxed flirtatiously. She looked at Clark aroused.

About an hour later Clark stepped out of his new car and a new girl, well for the night at least. He stepped out of the car and walked through the crowd waiting to get inside the Atlantis. He didn't have to wait. He walked through the crowd to the door.

"Hey, Kal, nice car," said one of the bouncers.

"You like it," Clark replied. He tossed him his keys, "its yours."

He walked into the club while, others cried in outrage as they were left outside. The music blurred through the club as Clark pulled the blond through the crowds until they made it to the bar.

"So, Kal, where are you from?" she asked seductively.

"Somewhere I'm trying to forget," Clark replied moodily.

"Same here," she said leaning in and kissing him on the lips. She stroked his chest. Clark parted away from her as she felt his scar. "What's that?"

"It's a birthmark," Clark snapped.

"Pretty big for a birth mark."

"Don't touch!" Clark growled as she stroked the scar.

"OW! Jerk!" she exclaimed angrily. She walked away from him leaving him alone.

"What's the deal, Kal?" said the barman behind Clark, "every night you roll in here with a babe. But, you always leave empty handed."

"What's the point in starting something if its just going to end badly?" Clark said slamming a five dollar bill down.

Clark walked out of the club after a few drinks. They didn't effect him in the slightest. He had gone half way across the road when suddenly, he felt a searing pain fill his chest. A burning filled his very skin. He groaned in pain and ran to the telephone box sat at the corner. He opened it and ripped his shirt to see the Kryptonian Symbol burnt on his chest sizzling and burning his skin. He fell to the ground in pain with a loud roar. Almost involuntarily he grabbed the ring around his finger and pulled it off.

Clark looked around and up at the phone. He took the phone of the receiver and looked at the numbers. He already knew what the number he was going to dial. He dialled his home number. He wanted to hear his parents voice again. He needed to apologise.

"Hello," Came his mother's voice. Clark breathed heavily a twist of pain filled his stomach as he heard her voice. "Clark? Is that you?" she asked. Clark wanted to reply but, the words wouldn't come out. It was to painful. "Please come home."

Clark slammed the phone, breathing heavily just to stop himself from crying. He took the ring and slipped it on his finger or the second time in two days. A red vein filled his arm and his eyes flared a red colour. He breathed in holding the ring up to his self and breathing in with relief. He was free.