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Chapter 17

Clark closed Lois' door and he turned to Chloe. She had the papers in her hands. Clark took a deep breath and sat down next to her. Bruce would join them later once he knew Calvin would be okay. They both looked at one of the papers and their eyes widened in shock. Clark was the first one to speak, "So Spencer is a fake."

"Yup real name is Tony Richardson, charged for attempted murder, rape, among other things. He actually registered as a sex offender."

"Why the hell is he not in jail?"

"Well obviously, Clark, he disappeared. New name, probably got plastic surgery to have a new appearance. Somebody must have helped him."

Clark's jaw tensed, "Who would do that?"

"We can find out by reading these entries from, I guess, his journal."

The two started reading hoping to find some more answers.

July 7…

Dear Journal,

Just came back from my mother's funeral. Everyone was feeling sorry for me and all that crap. They don't give a damn about me, this so-called family never liked me. They always thought I was a burden to my mother. They can burn in hell for all I care. I know who killed my mother, I saw it with my own eyes. It was my bastard father; the funny thing is he blamed me. He said I was the reason for her death, he said I was the reason he pulled the trigger. What? I loved my mother and I still love her. She was only person who really cared about me. I have no brothers or sisters so now I'm alone. Why couldn't it have been him? Why did she leave me? Can you tell me that? I guess not. All I know is that I will do everything in my power to make him pay.

Clark and Chloe stopped reading not knowing what to think. Clark was the first person to break the silence, "I'm thinking his anger started way back when he was younger."

Chloe nodded, "A psycho rapist is treating my cousin. Why didn't I see it?"

"Hey, it's not your fault."

"Not my fault!" she got up and began pacing, "I'm an investigative reporter Clark! If I couldn't see this coming then I shouldn't be a reporter," Chloe said softly.

Clark stood up and hugged Chloe. She started crying saying it was her fault. He rocked her side-to-side telling her it wasn't her fault and that everything would be fine. He carried her to the couch and she fell asleep. Clark knew she was exhausted and stressed out. Bruce came in closing the door behind him, he looked tired too. He glanced at Clark then at Chloe who was sound asleep.

He took a chair and sat next to Chloe stroking her hair, "He made it out of surgery but the next 24 hours are…" Bruce couldn't finish the sentence.

Clark could tell Bruce was angry, probably angry with himself. They both were quiet, lost in their own thoughts.

"I put security guards in front of this room, Calvin's room, and your house."

"Why my house?" Clark asked.

"Extra precautions. We now know this guy is dangerous we can't make any mistakes now."

Clark nodded, "Chloe and I were reading some of the stuff he wrote," he handed the paper to Bruce.

Bruce read it and shook his head handing the paper back to Clark.

"That's the same effect it had on Chloe and me. He was a real angry person back then, now I think he just crazy," Clark said looking at the paper. There was another entry. He looked over at Bruce who had his eyes closed. Clark decided to read the entry to find out more about this Tony Richardson.

August 9…

Dear Journal,

I haven't been writing for a while. Well, I'm in jail and you know why. For attempted murder. Imagine if I did kill my father, that would have been great. Seeing him going pale from all the blood loss would have made my day. Seeing him trying to breathe, there would be no words to explain. Seeing him suffer like my mother did, seeing him die like I saw my mother die. I would have taunted him, I would have laughed at him and I would have watched him buried 6 feet deep to the gates of hell. Some people say I'm crazy, some people say I'm evil, I say I'm just a person who is trying to survive, trying to make the world a better place. I know my mother is watching from the heavens above; she was a good person. When I get out, I'm going to pursue my dreams and become a doctor to take the pain away. Looks like I have to go, the cops are coming to get me from my cell. Until next time.
-Tony

Clark dropped the paper on the table. Now he knew this guy was crazy. Who would want someone dead like that? Clark looked at Lois sleeping peacefully. He walked over to Lois' bed taking her hand, "I'm sorry Lo, you know, for what you been going through. I will get you out of this, that doctor is not coming near you again."

Bruce smiled. Clark was really maturing and taking the lead. Bruce didn't mind at all, he knew Clark would be destined for great things but this by far was the hardest task that would be more difficult as time passed by.

Clark touched her face and kissed her forehead. He left the room telling the security guard who to watch for. Clark went to the service desk to ask for Calvin's room. He got the room number and walked into his room taking a seat near Calvin's bed. The wounded man was awake.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like a got shot and drugged up," he said softly.

Clark smiled softly, "I want to thank you for everything. You risked your life to save my wife when you didn't even know her.

"Chloe told me a lot about her. From what I hear, she's great and she looks beautiful. I can't wait to meet her. Anyway what time is it?"

"It's 9, why?"

"My girlfriend will be coming soon. I haven't seen her for awhile, she's been away on business."

Clark nodded, "Do you want me to go?"

"Nah you can stay, I need someone to talk to."

Clark nodded again, "I need to ask you something."

"All right, what is it?"

"If your were in my position and your girlfriend was in that coma what would you do?"

"I would do anything and everything to keep her safe even it means breaking the rules," Calvin said with a smile.

"Why does she have to go through this, why do we have to suffer like this?"

"A lot people have to go through a lot pain and suffering before they are happy. To me I think it's just having faith and never giving up. We all were put on this earth for a reason, we won't know until it happens. My goals in life right now are to keep my girlfriend happy and help anyone who needs it. She will get out of this alive."

Clark nodded," What really happened tonight?"

"Well, I went in the house got the papers copied them and he came. We fought, I got shot, and now I'm here."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's no one's fault, we just have to play it safe now."

"I think it will get worse before it gets better."

"Well, that means we have be smarter and be ready for anything."

"You're right."

" I know I am. Now enough about pain and suffering, we need to get you off that subject for now. Let's talk about a year ago or something like how did you meet Lois?"

"Well, its long story."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"All right it all started…."

Spencer woke up, pain coursing through his body. Between fighting the man in his house and wrestling to drug Clark, he shouldn't be surprised that he was in this much pain.

"Son of a bch," Spencer said.

He stood picking up the gun and the shells from the fight with Calvin and threw them in the garbage. He wanted to know who that guy was and why he was here. Spencer walked to his desk turning on his computer. He probably was one of Clark's people. Spencer took painkillers while searching for someone. He smiled when he found the person he was looking for.

"I told you, Clark, if you kept meddling in my business you would pay. I've found my next target, beware," Spencer smiled deviously.