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Chloe grabbed Lana in a forced sympathetic hug. It was awkward at first but then Lana's head landed on Chloe's shoulder. Lana's kept in tears flooded down her cheeks. Chloe patted Lana on the back comforting her. Davis admired Chloe's relentless caring. He felt awkward just standing there watching these two girls hug as the shock spilled through his own body. The alarming thought came to him like a red siren. Did he do this? He dreamt it. He wished for it. He wanted Whitney to be punished for what he did to his brother. He saw the horns come out of his arm. What did he turn into when he blacks out? What weren't his parents telling him? He shook the thought away. He didn't do this. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He didn't want to kill Whitney, ok maybe for like a second after him and his buddies attacked him and his brother. But he didn't really he wanted him to pay by going to jail. He wanted justice to be done. That was all. He didn't want to cause Lana pain. He may have not been her biggest fan. But he never wanted to hurt her. And she meant a lot to Clark.

Davis stood there leaning unto Chloe's desk, not sure what to do with his hands. Chloe and Lana moved to the small couch that sat by the window. Chloe motioned for him to give Lana the tissues. So he picked them up and handed them to her. Lana looked up at Davis for the first time. Her doe eyes bore in his and made him feel like the biggest jerk ever. Guilt pressed on him like a pile meteor rock laced bricks. Then she whimpered, "Thank You."

Davis realized that he wasn't in physical pain, the necklace was off.

Davis spoke to Lana for the first time and said, "Sure, I'm sorry Lana."

Lana said weakly, "I appreciate it."

Davis hurt deep inside as he looked at Lana's broken up face.

Then Chloe looked up at Davis and said, "Davis can you give me and Lana some privacy?"

"Of course." Davis said.

Then he got out of that guilt ridden room as fast as he could. The guilt didn't leave him as he left the room. The deep thriving aching pain in the pit of his stomach wouldn't cease.

Davis sulked home with his hands shoved into his black jean pockets. As he walked his mind was invaded of Whitney hurting him and of him possibly hurting Whitney. It was too much. Images of his violent dream wouldn't leave him. He couldn't stop thinking about it. When he got home his parents were in the living room their eyes glued to the TV looking horrified. They didn't hear Davis come in and Martha said,

"It can't be Jonathan. How could you even think that?"

"You know I love our son. I love both of them but Martha what else can tear up a body like that?"

"No Jonathan Davis wouldn't.'

"Martha you know a well as I do what happens to him when he blacks out."

Martha's eyes were filled with tears.

"When he changed when he and Clark fought I never was so afraid in my life. But then when I touched him he changed back into our son. I knew it was my love that changed him. I thought that if we just loved him it would go away."

"I know but it wasn't enough. I thought I was handling it when taking him hunting…but…"

"I never liked that. But Jonathan. What else could we do?"

Jonathan let out a deep sigh and shot her a weary look. Martha shock her red hair and said, "No we couldn't possibly he's our son."

"We may not have a choice. We're two mere mortals. Maybe if we could find some doctors like we thought about."

"No they'll lock him up and put him in a cage."

"What do you think the authorities will do to us when they find out?"

"They won't. Our son is not a killer. The son I know is loving, kind, sweet, and loyal. What ever he turns into…it's not our son."

Davis couldn't believe his ears. He wasn't imagining things he was a monster. He put his parents through so much pain. How could they love a monster? They suspected that he killed. His father was ready to send him off to some lab. He couldn't believe his parents had kept from him the monstrous thing he was.

Then Davis stomped into the living room and shouted, "How could you not tell me I'm a monster?"

"You're not a monster son." His Dad said.

"Of course I am. You know what I turned into. How could you not tell me? Maybe we could have prevented this somehow." Davis cried out in utter agony.

Martha looked at Davis horrified and said, "Davis, you can't think you did that."

"I woke up with a bloody shirt!" Davis cried out as his lip quivered.

Then Martha grabbed her son and held onto him tight and said, "You listen to me Davis Kent. I love you. You hear me that will never change. And I know that even if you did this you would never do it willingly. It's some horrid curse. We know you son and we know you really aren't some horrid monster."

Davis sunk into his mothers relentless loving arms.

Then he cried on her shoulder and said, "But Mom what are we going to do?"

"It's time we finally have that talk." Jonathan said as took the phone and then he said, "Martha I need you to take Davis to the storm cellar."

"The storm cellar we're only aloud in there if there's a storm."

Then Jonathan said, "You'll understand Davis. Go with your mother and keep a hold of her hand and don't let go until I get back."

Davis nodded and held onto his mother's hand like his life and the life of everyone else depended on it.

Davis felt like he was a kid again all scared and frightened of the monster and his parents were the only ones who could make them go away. He clung to his mother he rather feel like a child then feel like a monster. Then they waited the Storm Cellar. Davis remembered staying here during storms they were never aloud to explore they had to stay by their parents and they couldn't go to the deep corner of the cellar where the black tarp was. He noticed that his Mom's eyes were fixed on the black tarp. Her eyes revealed her scared and worried feelings.

Then Clark and his Dad arrived and Clark looked at Davis sad and perplexed. Then Jonathan went in front of them as Martha still held onto Davis hand. His dad folded his arms authoritative and said, "Listen boys this has been a long time coming. I should have told both of you this a long time ago."

He then lifted up the tarp and exposed a silver smooth metal shell. It couldn't be what it looked like; it looked like a space ship.

Then Jonathan took a deep breath and said, "Clark, Davis we didn't adopt you from an agency. We found you in a field by this ship."

"You both found us actually." Martha corrected.

Then Clark said, "So we really are biological brothers."

"We assume you are." Martha said.

Then Davis said, "This ship is small. How could it fit both of us?"

"We don't know the first thing about alien technology. We just know that you're both here and you're different. We've been trying our best with what we got."

Then Clark said, "We're aliens."

"Yes, but your still our sons. We found you during the meteor shower."

"So many people got hurt because of the meteor shower. Lana parents are dead and now my brother may have possibly killed her boyfriend."

Then Davis looked at her brother appalled and said, "You knew?"

"I saw what you turned into. I saw what you did to those animals when we went hunting. You only turned back when I touched you."

"So when a loved one touches me I turn back into me."

"Yeah, we were lucky both of those times. I think you're still in there when you change." Jonathan said.

"It's only temporary you still get your head aches as warnings. I thought that hunting animals stopped it but maybe that isn't enough now."

Then Clark asked, "If we come from the same place why are we so different?"

Then Martha said firmly, "We don't know. All we know is you came to us from some far off planet and you are brothers and you are our sons no matter what. And we will deal with this like a family, like we always do."

"But Mom this is different. I didn't kill an animal. I killed a human being I should be punished."

"No. It wasn't you; it's something dark inside of you. We don't know how or why. All we know is what we always do, that we'll get through this. We figured it happens when you're threatened. When did you last have a black out?"

Davis looked away and said, "I didn't, I went to sleep and when I woke up…"

He couldn't finish that sentence it was too awful.

Then Clark said looking like guilt had ran him over he said, "It's my fault I… Whitney had caught me talking to Lana in the woods and he got jealous and attacked me and Davis on our way to the home coming dance. They attacked us while Whitney was wearing Lana's meteor necklace. They knocked us both to the ground and dragged me to the field and tied me on a post. Davis, Chloe, and Lex untied me. I was OK but…"

Martha looked horrified, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"It just happened last night and …"

Then Jonathan said, "So maybe it still comes out when there's a threat. I wonder why it waited until Davis slept it's usually very reactive."

Then Davis said, "It tired to come out but a loved one touched me and I was me again."

Then Davis asked, "What do we do?"

Then Jonathan said decisively, "We prepare ourselves to make sure nothing like this happens again and we hide the truth."

Chloe slowly crept through the morgue stealthy. She held onto her red flash light while wearing her trench coat. She saw the medal body containers and held onto the clipboard with the bodies names on it and case number. She slowly opened Whiteny's and held her breath as she unzipped the bag to see there were two separate bags, Whitney was cut in half. Chloe had to see this for herself and she unzipped the top bag and saw Whitney's clawed up face. Chloe had to see for herself and search for clues that the autopsy missed. They thought it was some kind of animal. Chloe took pictures. Lana was convinced it was a meteor freak. Chloe couldn't really argue with her. It was possible; she would look at all angles.

Chloe felt bad for abandoning a possible relationship with Lana. Lana really had so much tragedy in her life. She could really use a real friend who would really be there for her.

Then suddenly Chloe heard a noise and she turned around and saw Clark. She jumped up, "Clark, where did you come from? You scared me."

"Sorry, I heard about Whitney and I wanted to help on the story."

"Honestly Clark I didn't think you were that interested in journalism. I just thought you just liked hanging around me and Davis."

"Not, true and I want to help."

"Ok, but just so you know this is off the record I'm doing this for a friend."

"Who?"

"Lana."

"You barely know her."

"Clark, I had a feeling me and Lana could actually be friends despite her love for pom-poms. But I abandoned her for Davis."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok, it's not your fault. There's nothing you can do for the past only to change for a brighter future."

"Yeah, so off of the record. What have you found?"

"Claw marks lots of claw marks. In the autopsy report they suspect it's some kind of vicious animal."

"Chloe these are professional's maybe they know what there doing."

"Professional's usually choose not to see strange things when their staring in them in the face."

"Chloe."

"Lana thinks it's a meteor freak."

"What do you think?"

"The jury's still out until. I get all of the facts. But don't worry Clark I'll get to the bottom of this. So you and Davis can stop feeling guilty."

"What?"

"Clark, you didn't do anything wrong, either did Davis. I know you two your both feeling guilty because your last thoughts about Whitney weren't friendly but he attacked you both you have every right not to have good feelings about him. And it's ok."

"Can you drop it ok."

"Fine but where's Davis? I've tried calling him but he won't answer."

"He's been sick."

"Really? So you mean unnecessary guiltidis?"

"Chloe, Davis used to get sick all of the time."

"Yeah, well he's been fine for the past year."

"Chloe, look it's none of your business."

"No you look are you are this sickness is physical and not psychological?"

Clark took a deep breath and said, "He's always been sick ever since he was little."

"No offense to you or your parents but maybe there was a reason for that."

Clark just stared at Chloe.

"If you keep on isolating him and urging him to stay away from other people he'll make himself sick."

"Chloe shouldn't we focus on the investigation."

"Yeah, but this isn't over."

Then Chloe examined Whitney's body and Clark did the same. They stood on the opposite side of each other. Clark then looked at Whitney's scratched up hand and he was holding a bloody blue cloth. Chloe saw Clark look at this but then kept her attention focused on Whitney's face and then from the corner of her eye she saw Clark nonchalantly take the cloth and put it in his pocket.

Then Clark said, "Chloe I'm not sure what we'll find here. It's probably not a good idea to look at such a disturbing body."

Chloe didn't know what to say so she just nodded and said, "Uh, yeah maybe your right."

Chloe probably should have called Clark out on his stealing of evidence but she wasn't sure that was the best idea.

Davis sat in his dark room sitting on his bed staring into space. He was a monster. He had made his family's life miserable. He wished he could leave and make his family's life happy but if he did that apparently the horrible monster could come out and reign terror. His family could keep this monstrous beast tamed. Davis knew his hope for a nice life with Chloe was over. After Davis sent Clark to make sure there weren't any evidence they had said it would be best for him to not leave the farm. He would be home schooled. They had talked about it before but Martha thought class interaction would be good for them. But now, it was just way to risky. He had to stay away from innocent people if he could turn to this Beast at any moment. Now he knew why Clark hardly ever left his side. He was always there to make sure he stayed tame.

Davis had tied his family down to him. He couldn't do that to Chloe. She didn't know about him. She still could live her life. She would probably be happier with out him. The world did much better with out him.

Then he heard footsteps behind him. Chloe tiptoed into Davis' room. Davis couldn't help but be filled with hope with just the sight of her. He had to ignore that and he had to ignore the fact that despite the darkness of the room she made it feel like light had shined all of the darkness away. He had to forget that. He could not bring her into this darkness.

Then Davis said, "Chloe you should be here. I don't want you to get sick."

He knew he had to stay with the cover his family had decided on. His illness had came back it has gotten so bad that he now had to stay home be secluded.

Then Chloe said, "Bull, you are not sick Davis."

Chloe pressed her palm on his forehead feeling his head for a temperature and then Chloe said, "Yes, as I suspected you're not even warm."

Davis pulled Chloe hand off of him and said, "Chloe you have to leave."

"Why? So you can mope and sulk in here. Davis this is not your fault."

"But it is!" Davis shouted back in knee jerk reaction, it was reflex to tell her the truth.

Davis stood up and said, "Chloe please just leave."

"Chloe I can't leave you now. I was there. I saw what Whitney did to you. Of course your going to feel guilty. Davis he attacked you, you had every right to…"

"To what?"

"To not have good thoughts about him. But what happened wasn't your fault."

"Chloe it is. I'm wrong. I'm bad. Whitney may have been a jerk but he didn't deserve to die."

"I know he didn't but Davis that doesn't mean you should lock yourself up in here."

"I should. I can never leave here. I can never have normal life. I can't have friends or anyone I care about I'll only make their life worse."

"You can have friends Davis and you should. Before I met you I secluded myself and isolated myself and didn't really open up to anyone to make friends. Sure I had chasing after stories to keep me busy and I did love doing that but I was lonely. I pushed people away to protect myself and I only ended up hurting myself. I wasn't happy, I wasn't really happy until I met you. You taught me it was ok to open up to people and have friends to share things with. You made my life less lonely and happier and better. And not to be presumptuous but I know your life got better having me in it, then when you were isolated. I mean no disrespect to your parents. But don't you think that it's possible you keep on getting sick because you closed yourself off from others and you made your self miserable."

"You're saying I made myself sick?"

"Yes, It's possible Davis. I've read that what is in the mind can affect the body and that emotions can affect sickness."

Davis looked up at Chloe in the eye and said, "So you think if I just opened up to people I wouldn't be sick?"

"Yes, I do believe that. Because I saw it. I know before we met you didn't have any friends and you always had head aches and you went out of school and you were sick all of the time, then I become your friend a voila your all better."

Davis stared at her. She was right he knew she was right. With her he was better. He was a survivor and being with Chloe helped him survive pain free. With is parents they helped tame him. But even his dad said sometimes it wasn't enough. Somehow with Chloe around it was enough. She was enough; he never ever had head aches around her. She was his cure.

Then Davis said, "Chloe what if that is true. But what if being around me keeps you down."

"It won't Davis, I told you; you made my life better ever since I met you."

Then she leaned in to hug him. Davis sunk into her arms and held her. They stayed there sitting on his bed hugging each other. Chloe gave him comfort. Time flew by it was like time ceased to exist there was just them. Then Chloe kissed Davis on the forehead and said, "Don't worry Davis things will get better. I'll always be here for you."

Then she got up to leave her eyes looked around the room and then she saw something and her demeanor changed and she quickly left the room.