Chapter 2: Boxed
Lana's neck ached as she sat up, "Clark?" she asked, disregarding her surroundings, "Clark?" "What happened?" Clark questioned, noticing that she was no longer in his arms. "Where are we?" her eyes scanned the tiny container. "I don't know," he rose from the ground. Neither of the two had shoes on. "What's going on?" She was confused. "Oh, no," he exclaimed as he saw the glass containing them. "Hi, Lana. Hi, Clark," Lex said from outside the container. "What are you doing to us?" Lana stood and stepped toward the figure that was untouchable from outside the chamber. "Oh, just this," Lex said, then turned to nod at Shaky, who was holding a small box remote control. A jolt of electricity knocked both Lana and Clark off of their feet. Clark yelled in agony and Lana arched her back. "Stop," Lex commanded.
Clark groaned when he pushed himself off of the ground. "Let her go, she has nothing to do with this Lex," Clark fumed. "Oh, you're wrong. She's got everything to do with this. I told Shaky here to get some of your blood last night and put it into her. I don't know what it about you that make the meteor rocks hurt you, but whatever it is, she's got it now, too. I know that you love her Clark; and that's exactly why she's needs to be in that box with you," Lex grinned triumphantly. "You love me?" Lana glanced at Clark. "Let her go, now," Clark yelled. "Clark," Lana grabbed his hand, causing him to look at her, "do you-?"
Lana stopped when a pain similar to the one before ran through her body. "Lana," Clark yelled as he fell to the ground beside her, "why isn't this hurting me? Why is it only hurting her? Stop it!" his voice was powerful, but quickly became soft when his eyes filled with tears, "please, stop it. Lana." Her eyes clenched shut as she coughed. Blood hit the glass floor and ran down her face. "No," he yelled, "shut it off! Her body's not used to this, she's dying!!" She groaned when the electricity stopped, "Clark." All the strength had escaped her and her eyes refused to open, she was unconscious. "Please, Lex, I'll do anything. Let her go," Clark pleaded. "Then tell me what you are, Clark, Tell me and I'll let her go. Either way you're going to die here," Lex chuckled.
"Fine, Lex, you want to know my secret? I'm not from Kansas; I'm not even from the United States. I'm from a planet called Krypton. The meteor rocks are called Kryptonite and they're the only thing that can kill me. I came in the meteor shower and I've got these-these powers. I can outrun a train and catch a bullet with my bare hands. I can see through solid objects and shoot fire from my eyes. I could pick up this whole building and run it to China if I wanted to, or I could just blow it to pieces. Now let her go," Clark pleaded, "please." "How about I let her watch you die instead?" Lex suggested, "freak." "No, Lex, no. You said you'd let her go. Let her go!" Clark fell to his knees, tears finally spilling out of his eyes.
"Oh," Lana grimaced when her eyes began to flutter open. "Lana," Clark crawled over to her. "Clark," she put her hands behind her and sat up. "Turn it on," Lex yelled. Shaky obeyed. "No," Lana yelled as her body began to tingle. Clark screamed when the pain cut through him. "Lana," he managed to speak and wrap his arms around her, pulling her close to him. He struggled to pull her on top of him, "get off the floor." "No," she pushed away from him when she felt her body rise off the floor. "Do it," he pulled harder, and she flipped onto him. "Clark," she sighed, looking into his eyes, "let me down." His fingers curled around her shirt tightly. She could feel the pain pulsing through his body. "Stop it!" Lana screamed. "Turn it off," Lex said. "Are you okay?" she rolled off of him.
"No, it's not off. He can-he can control who's feeling the pain. I'm-I'm going to die here, Lana," Clark confessed. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, "no, you can't leave me here. Clark, I wasn't lying when I said you were all I have left. You can't leave me, too." "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Yeah, Lana, he's really sorry," Lex mocked the scene. "I'll kill you," she faced him, rising to her feet and walking to the glass, placing both hands on the sheet of clear solid, "I'll kill you, Lex. I'll kill you." She repeated the phrase as she fell to her knees, broken down, "I'll kill you." "You better go say your goodbyes," Lex nodded toward Lana.
Lana's eyes opened and looked up through the hair that hung in her face. Pools of tears sat in the pits of her eyes and her chin quivered, "why? Why'd you do this?" "Because he's a freak, go say goodbye, Lana," Lex rose and Lana crawled over to Clark. "Hey," she placed her hand on Clark's cheek. "Lana," he whispered, "I'm sorr-." "Shh," she placed a finger on his lips, "I know. Just let me talk for a minute." She swallowed the lump in her throat and let it set into her stomach.
"Clark, do you remember in Kindergarten, I beat you up because you stole my juice box? That was the first day we were friends," she cleared her throat and held back tears, "then in second grade I pushed you for coloring on me. That was the first day I started liking you. Now, I just don't like you, Clark, I love you. I love you so much, and I don't want you to die. I want to grow old with you and have a family. I want to wake up every morning and you be the first voice I hear and when I'm going to bed, I want you to be that last person I talk to. I want to kiss you goodnight, and hold you while we watch the rain together with no electricity. I want to be with you."
Clark's eyes shut when Lana pressed her lips against his. She could fell him tremble beneath her, and sweat poured off of his face. She pulled away and lingered in front of him. His hot breath swam in her face and his nose hit hers. Their eyes remained closed. She could fell his lips slither across her nose as his moved slightly. His hand twitched reflexively and she could feel it on her waist. Her hair fell around him and some brushed his cheeks, tickling him. He hadn't been this happy and in so much pain in his entire life. He felt a liquid slide across his cheek--Lana's teardrops. "Don't," his hand shook when he wiped her eyes. "Hold me," she pleaded, opening her eyes. He did, he held her until his last breath.