Episode 4 – X-ray
"Lex Luthor Robs Bank," I read as I walked into the kitchen, the newspaper in my hand since I'd just gone and got it from the porch. Mom, dad and Clark looked up from the table. "Looks like you were telling the truth, Clark."
"This is incredible," Mom took the paper from me, "Why would Lex Luthor rob a bank?"
"I've seen some strange things in my day, but this definitely takes the cake," dad commented, before looking between me and Clark, "Well, almost."
"He got away with 100,000 dollars," Mom informed us from her reading.
"We know Lex," Clark commented, "It wasn't him."
"Clark, I know that he's a friend of you and your sister, but come on," Dad protested, "You saw him with your own eyes."
"I don't know what I saw," Clark replied.
"There must be a reasonable explanation," I put in as I dropped into one of the seats, "Well, I hope there's a reasonable explanation anyways."
"Me too," Lex's voice piped up making me turn to the screen door, "I hate to think I have an evil twin."
"Hey Lex," I smiled at him widely.
"We didn't hear you pull up," Mom commented.
"May I come in?" he asked, I nodded and he pushed the door open, "I promise I'm not packing heat." I giggled slightly at that.
"How come you're not in jail?" Clark questioned.
"Because I was hosting a reception for 200 fertilizer distributers in Metropolis at the time of the robbery," he replied honestly as I pushed a chair out for him.
"Do the police have any leads?" Dad questioned.
"None," Lex sighed, "That's why I wanted to talk to Clark. Your name was on the witness list. Did you actually see this person?"
"Yeah, he looked just like you," Clark replied.
"Except his signature and fingerprints didn't match mine," Lex pointed out, "You sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you?"
"What's gonna happen now?" I asked curiously.
"Hopefully the money will turn up," Lex replied, "In the meantime, the Metropolis tabloids will have a field day, and I'm sure certain people's opinions of me will be cemented in stone."
"I gotta get to work," Dad got up making me sigh and roll my eyes.
"I'm sorry you got thrown through that window," Lex told Clark, "I promise I'm not a criminal mastermind."
"A criminal mastermind would have worn a mask," I pointed out with a smirk making him glance at me before he smiled back.
I grinned widely as I glanced over to the other side of the gym at the end of the lesson the next day. The boys' gym class were rope climbing as I walked backwards out of the room, grinning at Lana as she told me what her and Whitney had done on a date.
"Hey Izzy!" Pete called, ignoring the glare the new Coach sent to him, "Me and you later?"
"Sure," I grinned at him widely as he smirked at me making me blush slightly before I turned and followed the other girls out to get changed, ignoring the teasing look Lana sent my way.
"You will never believe what just happened!" Clark told me as I joined him after getting changed.
"What?" I asked him curiously, he smirked slightly as Lana passed me with a small shove, I shoved her back before she laughed and headed off. "Clark, eyes back in!"
"I think I have x-ray vision," he told me suddenly making me turn to him and frown.
"We should probably leave this until mom and dad are with us," I told him before grabbing his arm, Pete walked out of the locker room as we passed.
"Izzy?" he asked.
"I'll meet you at the Beanery," I told him as I pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I'm gonna make sure Clark gets home alright first."
"He told you he fell?" Pete smirked making me smile fakely and nod, "I'll see you later then."
"See you," I smiled at him before dragging Clark away with me.
"So when you have these flashes, you can see through anything?" Mom asked curiously. "People, objects?"
"Sometimes I can see through things," he nodded, "Other times it's like an x-ray."
"And there's no warning?" Dad asked, "This just happens?"
"Well, I get a headache and then it hits me," he replied, "I mean, the first time, I thought I was hallucinating and then it happened again."
"There must be a way for you to control it," I pointed out, "I mean... It took me three days to stop sinking through everything I touched."
"Yeah but I see through things, how do I control that?" he countered.
"Practice," I replied simply, "Eyes have muscles just like legs."
"Your sister's right, son," Dad nodded, "Look, all you have to do is figure out a way to, uh, condition them so you don't get random flashes."
"Oh that sounds great," he grumbled, "How am I supposed to do that?" With that he got up and walked out making me roll my eyes at him.
"I'm out," I told mom and dad as I got up with a sigh.
"Where are you off?" dad asked quickly making me turn to him as I shrugged my jacket off.
"The Beanery," I replied, "I'm meeting Pete." Dad frowned slightly making me sigh and wait for it.
"Have fun," Mom interrupted making me grin at her before I turned on my heel and ran out at full speed.
"Hey!" Pete greeted as I walked leisurely into the Beanery five minutes later making me smile sweetly at him, "Clark okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine," I nodded as I dropped onto the sofa next to him, "I was overreacting apparently."
"Well he's your brother, you have the right to," he chuckled at making me grin at him before I leant in and pressed my lips to his. "That never gets old." I smirked slightly as he pressed another kiss to my lips before I pulled away as the waitress came over for our orders.
"Just two coffees would be great," I told her as I leant into Pete's side, playing with his free hand as he draped his arm around my shoulders.
"Coming right up," she smiled at us making me grin back at her.
"The girls were ruthless after you yelled at me across the gym today," I pointed out making him smirk slightly. "They keep asking if I've slept with you yet." His smirk dropped as he tensed slightly making turn my head to him.
"And uh, what did you say?" he asked hesitantly.
"I told them no," I replied, "Casey said Harvey keeps asking her to sleep with him. I was just wondering why you haven't mentioned it."
"We've only been together for a few weeks Izzy," he replied, "I don't want to rush into anything with you." I bit at my lip as I leant into his side, half wondering if he was telling the truth. "You think it's because of Chloe, don't you?"
"I know you're still into her, Pete," I pointed out simply making him sigh.
"Would you believe me if I told you, I'm more into you?" he tried, making me turn my head, "I'm not asking you to sleep with me because I know you're not ready and I don't want to threaten what I have with you." I nodded slightly and smiled, "You're okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded more sure now, "I guess I was just being an idiot." Pete brought his hand to my face, holding me still as he leant in and locked his lips on mine in a gentle yet passionate kiss.
"You're not being an idiot," he told me quietly as his lips brushed mine, "We got together on the spur of the moment... I guess I never made it clear how much I like you."
"I really like you too, Pete," I told him with a smile before I locked my lips on his again, feeling him smirk against my lips as someone cleared their throat behind me. Pulling away, I glanced at the waitress who put the cups on the table making me smile shyly at her before she walked away. "And you're a ridiculously good kisser."
Pete sent me a smug grin at that making me roll my eyes at him as I settled into his hold taking a sip of my coffee. We sat cuddling and chatting for a while before I grinned slightly and stood up, grabbing his hand, dropping money on the table and pulling him from the coffee shop. "Izzy, what the hell?" he asked in shock.
"C'mon Pete," I smirked at him, "Live a little."
I made him take us to the old tree house that was obviously going to be empty now, we spent few hours making out and cuddling before we decided it was time to head home. So he dropped me at the farm and I pressed a soft kiss to his lips before I headed inside.
"Hey honey," Mom greeted as I entered the kitchen, "Have fun with Pete?" I smiled and nodded making her give me a small grin. "I think it's great that you and he are together."
"You do?" I asked, unsure.
"I think your first boyfriend should be someone you trust," she told me, "Not like that jock boy you went to homecoming with."
"Dad doesn't seem too pleased about it," I pointed out as I sat down at the kitchen table, "I thought daddy would have preferred me to be with Pete than with some other guy."
"You're dad's never going to be happy with any boyfriend you have," she told me, "You're his little girl." I shrugged in agreement at that. "Clark and I are headed into town to go shopping in the morning, are you coming with us?"
"Sure," I nodded as I got up from my seat again, pressing a kiss to her cheek before I headed up to my room to change into something comfortable i.e. sweats and Clark's hoody.
"Hey," I smiled at Clark as I walked up the stairs to the loft a little later, "You feeling any better?"
"Not really," he sighed as I hopped up on to the rail as he lounged on the sofa we had up there. "How was your date with Pete?"
"It was a date," I shrugged it off, he turned towards me with a curious look.
"You're mad at him for something," he observed making me roll my eyes and look away.
"Not really," I shrugged, "Just confused, but I'm okay." He nodded and left it at that.
I walked out of hardware store with my backpack filled with things for dad as my gaze landed on Clark who was holding his head, "Clark!" I shouted as I ran over, dodging a car that blared it's horn at me sharply. "Are you okay? Did it happen again?"
He nodded as mom reached us, "Let's go home," she told us.
"No, I'm okay," he told us, "Didn't you need to go to the antique store?" I glanced at mom who nodded before we walked in.
"Hello?" Mom called as I looked around apathetically.
"Mrs Kent," Mrs Greer greeted, making me turn around in confusion, "I-I mean Martha. How are you?"
"Good, how's business?" mom asked her.
"Couldn't be better," Mrs Greer replied, "I'm doing so many estate sales in Metropolis, I'm thinking of selling the place."
"That would be a shame," mom commented, "I thought you loved the store."
"Not really," she shrugged, "I never wanted this life, it just kind of happened." I chewed on my lip as I glanced around again.
"Is Tina around?" Clark asked, "I thought I saw her come in?"
"Uh, she's a Lana's," was the reply, making me glance at her again, "They're inseparable these days."
"Really?" I asked curiously, "I could have sworn..."
"You must be seeing things," Mrs Greer glared at me in a very familiar way, I arched an eyebrow before turning away.
"I need some air," Clark sighed, "I'm gonna go for a walk."
"Uh huh," I nodded as he left, my gaze levelling on Mrs Greer.
"I came to pick up the lamp," mom commented to Mrs Greer who took her gaze from me to look at her.
"Lamp?" she asked curiously.
"The one you were restoring for Jonathan?" mom asked her.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "Silly me. It's in the back." With that she walked away and I turned towards the room. There was something odd about Mrs Greer, she seemed to be very jittery and the glare she was giving me reminded me of...
My thoughts trailed off as my gaze landed on a stack of bills sticking from under a chest making me move forward to pick it up, "It's not quite ready," Mrs Greer's voice called as she re-entered, "It's..."
"I found this under the chest," I commented as he gaze landed on me.
"I'm such an airhead," she laughed it off as I handed it over, "A client paid me in cash. I've been looking for this all day."
"That's a lot of money, Mrs Greer," I told her, "You should be more careful."
"Thanks," she smiled fakely, before turning to mom, "Why don't you stop by next week? It'll be ready then." I turned to walk out, mom right beside me, "Uh, Mrs Kent? You forgot your purse!"
There it was, Mrs Kent... since when did Mrs Greer call mom that? "Oh, looks like we're both airheads today," Mom laughed slightly before taking it and catching up again.
"Bye!" Mrs Greer called as we walked down the road.
"Mom," I started, making her turn to me, only the sound of the engine caught my attention making me turn. The truck was headed straight for us, Clark at the wheel.
"Clark!" Mom screamed as I yelped, grabbing her, I pushed her out of the way, taking some impact from the truck's wing mirror that had me spinning before I dropped on to my stomach with a groan.
"Mom, are you alright?" Clark's voice shouted as he ran from the other direction, I pushed myself up to my knees, hissing as my ribs cracked back together.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Mom pushed herself off the floor as she ran over to me, "Izzy, honey are you okay?" She took me in to her arms as I looked over her head at Clark who gave me a worried look. There was definitely something happening here.
An hour or two later we were all sat in the kitchen, Mom sat next to me with her hand clamped around mine in worry. "The police found the truck," Dad told us, "Abandoned out by the Stewart's farm."
"Did anybody else see the driver?" Clark asked him.
"No," Dad replied.
"I could have sworn it was you, Clark," Mom commented.
"Yeah," I nodded in agreement, "I guess Clark's not the only one with a vision problem."
"Look, I don't understand," Dad sighed, "Whoever it was, how did they get your keys?"
"I have no idea," mom started, "I only went into the antique..." My head snapped around to her and she gave me a shocked look.
"What is it?" Clark asked us.
"Mrs Greer was acting really strange," I replied, "Plus I found like $5,000 in cash under a dresser. It had a Smallville Savings and Loan band on it. And she said a customer paid her, but..."
"You think it's from the bank robbery?" Clark asked.
"It crossed my mind," I replied simply.
"So wait a minute," Dad interrupted, "Rose took your keys, turned into Clark and then tried to run you both down?"
"Tried," I grumbled slightly.
"You're right, it's crazy," Mom sighed.
"I don't think so," I interrupted.
"Neither do I," Clark nodded. "I saw a flash of Tina Greer's skeleton. It was weird and green. It didn't look human. You know, like the ones you see in anatomy books?"
"Tina was born with soft bone disease," mom told us, "They had her on all these experimental drugs. Doctors didn't believe she'd live to see first grade."
"She did get better, right before her third birthday," Dad pointed out.
"That was right after the meteor shower," I threw in.
"Clark, Izzy, what do you think Tina's doing?" mom asked us.
"I don't know," Clark shrugged, "I saw the same weird skeleton flash just after the robbery. I just wish I could control this."
"Try focusing it, like a telescope," Mom suggested.
"Yeah, start with something small," dad suggested as he pulled something out of his pocket and held up his closed hand, "Try to tell me what I have in my right hand now."
"Your pocket knife," Clark and I replied together.
"You could see through my hand?" he asked, giving me a shocked look.
"You always carry your knife in that pocket," Clark answered for the both of us as I gave him a cheeky grin before I got up and grabbed my buzzing phone from the side.
"Hey," I greeted as I flipped it open, "What's u...?"
"Are you okay?" Pete asked in shock, "I heard you got ran over by a truck."
"I'm fine, Pete," I laughed slightly as mom smiled slightly, dad glared and Clark rolled his eyes.
"I'm coming over," he told me firmly.
"Sure," I laughed, "I'll be in the loft when you get here." With that I hung up and turned towards the others, wincing slightly as pain shot through my side.
"What's wrong?" dad was next to me in a flash.
"I don't know," I replied, before hissing another twinge shot through me making me drop to my knees and clamp my hand on my side. "My ribs..."
"You healed though," Mom walked over, "I heard it click." Another shoot of pain had me clenching my jaw as I lifted my shirt slightly, there was an ugly purple and black bruise where I'd been hit by the wing mirror, but there was a lump under the skin.
"Fuck," I gritted as I pressed a hand to it.
"What is it?" dad asked me hurriedly.
"I healed over something," I replied as I pushed myself to my feet, moving to the draw.
"What are you doing?" Mom shouted as I grabbed a knife.
"I'm getting it out," I told her quickly as I handed the knife to Clark.
"Hell no!" he shot at me.
"C'mon," I groaned at him, "Get it out of me!" Another shooting pain, had me grabbing the worktop as I doubled over, "NOW!"
Dad led mom out of the room as Clark sliced my side open making me whimper in pain before I turned to the door, dad had come back in with tweezers before he knelt in front of me and pulled a large piece of glass from my side making me groan in pain before I felt my skin stitching itself together again.
I let out a small sigh of relief as the pain in my side ebbed away making me lean against the work top. "Are you okay?" Dad asked me in concern, I nodded as I looked down at my side, the only sign something was wrong being the blood on my skin.
"Note to self, make sure there's nothing left in my wound before it heals," I muttered with a sheepish smile as my phone buzzed again. I flipped it open to a text telling me Pete was waiting in the loft. So I washed my side of blood and changed my shirt before I headed out to see him.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I walked out of class with Lana the next day, Whitney walking just behind us with Sean.
"Nothing," She replied, making me frown at her, "I'll tell you later, okay?"
"I'll hold you to that," I told her firmly, she sent me a grin, but it was forced.
"Lana!" Tina Greer's voice called down the hallway, making us turn towards her.
"I swear that girl's got you lojacked," Whitney commented making me smirk as Lana sent us both 'shut up' looks.
"How do you like the sweater?" Tina asked as she joined us.
"It's great, I've got one just like it," Lana replied.
"I know," Tina smiled, "I got it at the same store. I've been going on this shopping spree. Hey, look. I even found this emerald necklace in the antique store."
"Why am I not surprised?" Whitney commented with an eye roll, "See you at lunch." He told Lana and me before walking off.
"Hey, wait up I have Chem with you!" I called to him before looking at Lana, ignoring Tina's existence. "I'm gonna hold you to that talk Lana." She nodded.
"I promise," she told me making me nod before I walked off to catch up with Whitney, who draped his arm around my shoulder making me roll my eyes.
"What's with Lana and that Tina girl?" he asked me curiously making me look up at him and shrug as we stopped at my locker to grab my books, which he took off of me immediately. "The three of us have been friends since pre-k."
"So why don't you like her anymore?" he asked me with a grin.
"When I started hanging out with Pete more often she turned kinda bitchy," I shrugged, "She's got this thing where she thinks Lana likes me more than her..."
"Which she does," Whitney smirked, I rolled my eyes at him as we walked into the classroom and took our usual seats.
"Point is, after I started hanging out with Pete and Greg and Clark more, whenever I was with Lana, Tina'd show up and take her away for something," I shrugged, "So I started doing it to her."
"So you're arguing over Lana?" he asked me, I shrugged and smiled innocently.
"Plus she's kinda a freak too," I pointed out, he laughed at that and nodded in agreement.
"So she just freaked out cause you didn't say you'd let her live with you?" I asked in amusement as I sat on Lana's porch swing with her.
"Yeah," she nodded with a frown, she caught sight of my smirk and shoved my arm, "Seriously, Izzy, it's not funny."
"I told you she was a freak," I pointed out, she sighed slightly making me frown. "So she took off... what else is bothering you?"
"Nothing," she replied, I arched an eyebrow, "Okay... I got my mom's diary. And I found out that the Laura Lang I've been trying to live up to... didn't even exist." I frowned even more at that, "She didn't want to be a cheerleader, she didn't even want to stay in Smallville." She paused, "She gave the graduation speech, and I'm gonna try to find it."
"Then I'll help," I told her simply before looking at my watch, "In the morning cause if I don't go home dad's gonna freak." She laughed as we both stood up, hugging before I left with a wave.
"I told her it wasn't such a good idea," I heard Lana's voice from the loft making me stop dead, "I've got enough problems with Nell without adding more to the mix."
"I always thought you and your aunt were really close," Clark commented as I walked inside, slowly moving up the stairs.
"She wants me to be something I'm not," Lana replied, "It's like having a dual identity. There's the person that everybody sees, and the person that you want to be."
"I know the feeling," Clark replied.
"That's why I came here," Lana smiled at him as I looked over the rail, hiding in the shadows, "I think you're the only person who sees me for who I truly am. I want to thank you for that." With that Lana pulled Clark into a kiss, only for him to pull away.
"What about Whitney?" Clark asked in shock.
"Forget Whitney," Lana replied making me glare at the back of her head, "I've had my eye on you, just like you've had your eye on me." She pulled him into a kiss again.
"Tina," I snapped as I walked into the light, she pulled away, shifting back to herself as Clark gave her a shocked look.
"I don't know how you found out about that money, but you should have stayed out of my life, Clark," she told him before tossing him through the wall of the loft, turning to me and glaring darkly. "You always show up at the most inconvenient times."
"It's a gift," I shrugged at her as she walked toward me before diving at me, only to go straight through me and over the rail of the loft. When I turned around to look down, she wasn't there.
Half an hour later we were all in the loft as dad entered, "Well, there's no sign of Tina or Lana or..."
"Are you positive you saw her turn back into Tina?" mom asked us, I nodded simply.
"I think the meteor shower did something to her bones," Clark told them.
"So she can change her appearance at will?" Dad asked.
"Yeah," I nodded, "And it gives her super strength too cause she threw Clark out of the loft."
"What should we tell the police?" Mom asked us.
"Nothing," Clark replied, "Tina can turn into whoever she wants and I'm the only one who can tell the difference."
"Speak for yourself," I smirked at him, he gave me a curious look. "I've known Tina since we were born... I know her better than her own mother does."
"Pete, you throw that rubber spider again and I'm going for my staple gun!" Chloe snapped as we walked into the Torch the next day after school.
"He got you too, huh?" I asked in amusement making her turn to me, taking in Lana who was stood beside me. "Can we come in?"
"The girl who writes for 'The Pom-pom Parade' failed to turn up on time," Chloe commented making me smirk.
"This week's editorial?" Lana asked as I walked forward and dropped into one of the computer chairs, logging on to my Torch ID.
"Chloe's semi-annual 'Where Are Our Priorities' rant," I corrected.
"For what it's worth, I really like what you guys have done with the paper this year," Lana commented making me smirk.
"Well, that puts you in the majority of one," Chloe told her, "I'm sorry about the pom-pom crack. Once I hit 'take no prisoners' mode, it's kind of hard for me to shut it off."
"I'm used to it from Izzy," Lana replied, "And I kind of admire it. You know who you are and you go for it."
"Well, I appreciate the compliment," Chloe smiled as I finished up the article she wanted. "However, I know you haven't come down to this hole to give me a pep talk."
"The Torch prints the graduation speech every year, right?" Lana asked, I smirked at that, she'd make a good reporter too.
"Having transcribed last year's snore-fest, that's an unfortunate yes," Chloe nodded, "What year?"
"'77," I replied for her.
"That's PC," Chloe told me, I nodded and moved towards the old copies.
"PC?" Lana asked.
"Pre-computer," Chloe replied, "When disco ruled the earth. Anything we have before then is gonna be HC."
"Hard copy," Lana nodded.
"You catch on fast," Chloe smirked as I pulled out the copy from the filing cabinet, handing it to Chloe. "Here we go. 'Saturday Night Fever' was their prom theme. Styx won 'Group of the Century', and wow... Someone got in the administration's collective face."
I looked over her shoulder, reading, "Due to the controversial nature of this year's graduation address, the editors have elected not to run the text in this issue of the Torch," I smirked, "Meaning, ironically, it's probably the only one worth reading."
"Maybe I could track something down for you," Chloe suggested, "Do you know who gave the speech?"
"Yeah," Lana nodded, "My mother."
"So you're telling me Tina Greer can bend her bones like a contortionist and become anybody she wants?" Pete asked the next day as we headed towards Tina's house.
"I saw it with my own eyes," Clark replied.
"I'm sorry, this is usually Chloe's territory," Pete commented, "I cover girls, football and general guy stuff." I glanced up at him, "She does the tales of the unexplained. So why don't you give her a call?"
"She's busy doing something else, "I replied.
"That's like getting turned down by the National Enquirer," Pete pointed out as he pulled me closer to his side.
"Tell me again why we're friends?" Clark asked him.
"Because even when I think you're whacked, I show up ready to rumble," Pete replied, "And I'm the love of your sister's life." I chuckled at that as I pulled away from him to check the door to the antique shop. "Great, it's closed."
"Pete..." I sighed at him.
"Haven't either of you watched Cops?" he asked us, "The last place Tina's gonna be hiding out is in her mom's store." I turned away from him, my gaze on Clark as he looked at something, "Earth to Clark? Is everything okay?"
"I need to get in there," Clark replied making me frown before I nodded.
"Okay, wait here," I told the two of them before I headed around the back, to Pete I was climbing up a drain pipe or something. To Clark, and me, I was walking through a wall.
I walked towards the door and unlocked it, letting them in, Clark went straight to a closet and as he opened it Rose Greer fell out. "Whoa!" Pete backed off, "Who's that?"
"Tina's mom," I replied as I crouched next to her.
"Damn," Pete muttered, "How'd you know she was in there?"
"Because I can see right through the door, Pete," Clark replied simply.
"Very funny, Sherlock," Pete laughed it off, "How do you think she died?"
"Broken neck?" I more asked than stated, Clark nodded discreetly as I stood up.
"My call, Tina's already on a bus to Metropolis," Pete commented.
"I don't think so," I replied as my gaze landed on a sheet of paper with Lana's signature all over it.
"Why's she writing Lana's signature," Pete asked.
"She's obsessed with her," Clark replied.
"And she's taking it to the next level," I added through a clenched jaw.
"She wants to kill Lana?" Pete asked in shock.
"She wants to be Lana," I replied as I walked out of the shop, pulling my phone out to call the cops about the body as I went.
I took off running when I finished calling them, she was upset... meaning she was at the cemetery talking to her parents. "Izzy, what are you doing here?" Whitney asked as I walked towards her parents' grave.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing," I replied, "Where's Lana?"
"I don't know," he replied, "Nell said she came out here, but I can't find her." My gaze landed on Lana's necklace in his hands making my eyes narrow.
"What's the matter, Izzy?" he asked me as he picked up a pipe, he swung it before I had a chance to do anything. I let out a gasp of pain as it hit me in the stomach making me double over.
"Tina," I gritted out, "Where's Lana?"
"Tina doesn't exist anymore," she told me simply as she hit me hard with the pipe, sending me
flying back into a tombstone. I let out a groan as I got up.
"Tina, I know what it's like to live with a secret," I told her as I felt my bones crack back into place, "I know what happened to your mom."
"That was a lifetime ago," she told me, still as Whitney, "And don't worry about Lana, you'll be joining her very soon." She took Whitney's jacket off, tossing it to the side. "I ran you over and you didn't die... I'm not making the same mistake twice." She swung again, but I let it pass through me before I dodged around her.
"Where's Lana?" I asked angrily.
She swung again, but I knocked it out of her hand before I pinned her to a tombstone with more force than I knew I had. "Who are you?" she asked in shock before shoving me backwards, I let myself pass through a tombstone before I rolled with the impact and got back up again.
"Where is she?" I demanded.
"She's dead," was the reply making me glare darkly as she picked up the pipe again. Anger vibrated through me, literally as she swung at me making me grab it before I rammed my shoulder into her, she flew backwards into a tree... morphing back into Tina again as she hit the ground.
"Lana!" I screamed immediately as Clark super-sped towards me, he took a look at Tina on the floor and my ripped and blood stained shirt before he looked around, concentrating.
"C'mon," he told me before running off, I was right behind him as he punched hole in the lid of a coffin, before pulling it off, revealing an unconscious Lana. I bit my lip as he picked her up to carry her out.
We were stood on Lana's porch, the police taking out statements as Clark stood off to the side, Chloe approaching him. The police nodded as we finished up before they turned to leave, Chloe walking towards us as I ran a hand through my hair. "I did some digging," she told us before handing Lana a tape labelled 'Graduation Address 1977'.
"Oh, my God!" Lana gasped, "How did you find this?"
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," Chloe replied, "And it looked like you've had enough trauma for one night... plus, apparently Izzy's really protective." I shrugged with a smirk.
"Chloe, thank you," Lana told her.
"No problem," she told her before walking off with a nod to me, I smiled back before turning to Lana.
"How'd you find me?" she asked curiously.
"You were upset," I replied, "You always talk to your mom and dad when you're upset." She smiled softly, "So I came to find you, and Tina was there... we fought it out."
She chuckled before pulling me into a hug as Whitney ran over, pulling her into a hug before hugging me too. "Thank you," he told me as he held me by my shoulders.
"Didn't do it for you," I told him, "But you're welcome." With one last smile to Lana I headed over to Clark, where he was stood with mom and dad.
"So what happened with Tina?" I asked curiously as I reached them.
"She won't be able to hurt anyone else," mom replied as she pulled me to her side, I rested my head on her shoulder.
"I still don't understand why a girl would do all that," Dad commented.
"I do," I muttered.
"You go through a life with a gift you have to keep secret," Clark added, "When you see everyone around you being normal, you get jealous. You just want to be somebody else." His gaze moved to where Whitney was guiding Lana into the house.
"You really like her, huh?" Mom asked him, he smiled faintly as mom pulled away to walk back with dad.
"Izzy, if you could see everything, what would you do?" Clark asked quietly making me glance up at him.
"Learn to close my eyes," I replied as I glanced at the door too. "She's happy Clark..."
"Yeah, I know," he sighed before we both turned to head back to the farm.
AN: Sorry it took so long, I got caught up with my other stories =/
But here it is X-Ray.
Let me know what you think :D