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Chapter Two!
Clark hummed the song Violent Pornography by System of a Down as he sat handcuffed in an interrigation room at a Metropolis PD station, having been put into the room almost three hours ago and left alone ever since.
He was compleatly bored, and not for the first time, he wished that he had his powers back so that he could bust the hell out of this place, but he was supposed to be learning a lesson from his real dad Jor-El.
To anyone else, his punishment was probably seen as barbaric, but in reality, with the Kryptonian's much longer life span that a human, three years without his powers was really just like a month's grounding to all of these mortals of Earth.
So, Clark was naughty and had been grounded, which was just fun.
Please note the sarcasm.
Just as Clark was about to start singing Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas, two cops finally came into the interrogation room, a very thick folder in one of their hands that the guy slapped down in front of Clark.
"Everything in their is your criminal record, and damnit, you should have done time at LEAST six times before, but somehow, you alway's manage to not get any time for any of your charges.
The people of Smallville might let all of this slide, but not the officer's of Metropolis.
Mr Kent, your court date is set for tomorrow mourning at ten, we will get you over their on time after you have stayed the night in one of our luxury cells, and good luck," one of the officer's said to him, a vicious smile on his face.
Clark wanted to slap it off his face, and even made a move to do so, but was instantly stopped by the handcuffs that attached him to the bolted down table in front of him.
Laughing, the two officers left the room, closing and locking the door behind them.
When an officer came in a few moments later to transfer Clark to a cell for the night, Clark was banging his head against the metal table in front of him, stopping when the officer cleared his throat, a sheepish smile on his face.
"My parents are going to kill me," was all that Clark said as he was yanked to his feet.
END CHAPTER TWO!