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smallville: revelations; lex discovers clark's secret
Topic Started: Wed Nov 24, 2004 4:22 pm (1,243 Views)
iso
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this is my second smallville fan-fic. since i do have 2 in process, they will probably not be updated as often. my goal is to update one of them at least every 2 days. heres my second story. please read and review.


Smallville: Revelations

By: isolation

The robber stood in front of him, the bag of money in one hand, and a gun in the other. “Get out of my way kid, I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
“No.”
“I said move it kid!”
Clark didn’t react, just stood there glaring at the villain.
“This is your last chance. I mean it!”
Instead of moving, Clark began to advance. He went into hyper mode, and in moments was directly in front of the robber.
“What the hell are you? Get out of my way!” Clark reached for the gun, knocking the robber over in the process. They grappled with each other for the weapon. The villain managed to fire off a shot, the bullet hitting Clark in the chest. While the blow made him falter, Clark did not release the gun. With a final tug he ripped the weapon from the villain’s clutches. Letting the gun fall to the ground, he picked the robber up and threw him against the nearest building, watching as he slumped to the ground motionless. He heard sirens in the distance, entered into hyper-mode, and raced home.
Lex, who had seen Clark get shot, had jumped from his car and run racing towards Clark in the alleyway. “Clark, are you ok? Lie down Clark, I’ll call 911!
But Clark couldn’t hear him. By the time Lex yelled out, Clark was already gone. He had entered hyper-mode as he called it, and ran all the way home.
As Lex arrived at the place where Clark had just stood, he looked around in bewilderment. He had just witnessed his friend get shot, and he had just gotten up, unphased. The bullet had not affected him at all. And now, he had mysteriously disappeared. Lex considered heading over to Clark’s house, but after debating it in his mind, decided against it. Somehow, he knew he was just scratching the surface of what was Clark Kent. A cold breeze hit the back of his neck. He pulled his coat tighter around his body, and walked back towards his car, realizing that everything he had ever known, or thought he had known, about Clark Kent, was false.


Clark raced home, slowing just shy of the front door. He walked in, meeting the worried glances of his mom and dad.
“Where have you been? You were supposed to be home to help me move the hay bails into the loft right after school. I didn’t get any progress made.”
“Sorry dad, I had another run in with Bryn. He seems really set on killing me, him and his brother. He still blames me for putting his brother in the asylum. It wasn’t my fault that he murdered a cop. I was just the one that caught him. He knocked me off the roof today. He saw me land, he knows about my powers. I could see the shock in his eyes. He got away; I really don’t know what to do from here. If he tells anyone…I just don’t know what to do.”
“You’re sure he saw you?”
“Yes.”
“Did anyone else see you, if he saw you, someone might have also seen you. That’s really the last thing we need. Especially after you switched bodies with Lionel. He knows too. If he gets out of prison we are gonna have a real mess on our hands.”
“I am positive that no one else saw me. I was in an alleyway. I would have been able to tell if someone saw me. For now, I guess that I will just keep an eye out for him. Who knows where he is now. But he’ll be back; he vowed that on his life. He also revealed his ability. As far as I can tell, he can control the wind. He knocked me off the top of the building with a column of air.”
“Clark, you need to be careful. This Bryn kid knows now, and he has powers of his own. He won’t underestimate you again. Be careful.”
“I will, don’t worry about it. I can handle it myself. I’ve been careful my entire life. I have never been bested, and have yet to be defeated by anyone. I’ll be careful. Don’t worry about me.”
“Ok Clark, we trust you, but we worry too. It’s an instinct that comes with being parents. We’ll always worry about you Clark. There isn’t a parent on earth that doesn’t worry about his or her child.”
“I have to get over to the Talon, I am supposed to meet Chloe to study. Lana’s still giving me the cold shoulder. She blames me for Coach fired. I didn’t tell, and I don’t know who did.” As he lied to his parents, he thought about why he was doing it. Lex had betrayed him. He still didn’t fully understand the complicated mind games Lex played, and probably never would. He was still mad at Lex, and didn’t know if he could forgive him. What he had done was wrong.
Clark left without a word, walking up to his room to grab his book bag. He walked out of his house, and took the truck over to the Talon to meet Chloe.


Lex turned his sports car onto the hidden wooded drive. About fifty yards into the woods, the road suddenly switched from crude gravel to paving, and further along he ran into the first security outpost. He rolled down his tinted window, looking into the face of the guard.
“Good morning Lex, can I please see your i.d.”
“Of course,” he said, handing over the laminated card.”
The guard scanned the card, looking at his computer screen. Satisfied that it was legitimate, he handed Lex his card and waved him forward. Lex drove through the checkpoint, and into his private research facility, well hidden nestled into the countryside forest.
He passed through another two checkpoints, had his car examined, and only then was he allowed into the underground parking garage. From there he had to submit to a retinal and handprint scan, and then headed into the lab facility its self. He strode down the sterile, white hallway, and turned into a private room, the automatic doors closing behind him.
“Mr. Luthor, I didn’t expect you back so soon. I don’t have the results on the tests for patient 426.
“That’s not why I’m here. I am here to look at everything you have in your research files on a Clark Kent. I’ve had you looking at his case for a long time, and want to see what you have found.”
“Right away sir. Just a moment.” He typed something into the computer, and within moments had the entire file on the screen.
“Clark Kent, yep, got his file right here. A very interesting case I might add. I would kill to have him here at the facility. Do you want the file printed out?”
“Yes.”
Dr. Cleaveson printed out the file, and within moments Lex had the entire file in his hands.
“Thank you. Please call me when you have the results for patient 426. Her telekinesis could be very useful to me if we could figure out how to control it. I have to get going, I have to handle some unfinished business with a pesky reporter.”
Lex turned around and strode out of the room, glancing over the file as he headed back towards his car.



Three Days Later

Clark pulled his truck into the driveway, heading up to his loft in the barn and throwing his backpack onto his couch. It was then that he noticed that there was a message on his answering machine. He pressed the play button.
“Clark, I guess you’re not home, this is Lex. I needed to show you something, please meet me in my office at 4:00 this afternoon,” The message ended.
Clark looked down at his watch, it was 3:56, boy did Lex like to cut things close. He debated going to see Lex, he was still very angry with him for what he had done. He decided to go. If Lex had called, that it was most likely important. Lex didn’t call very often.
He was going to be late apparently, he had to take the truck or Lex would wonder how he had gotten there. Lex had been getting more and more suspicious about Clark with each passing day. He had to watch his step, or sooner or later, Lex would find out about him.
He hopped in his truck, and drove over to Lex’s mansion. The security guard didn’t even bother to stop him. He was here so regularly the guards knew him by face alone. He parked in front of the mansion and was let in by one of the servants. He found his own way to Lex’s office, and opened the door.
Lex was playing a game of pool when Clark came in. He looked casually up from the pool table and stood up straight.
“I see you came. I’m glad. I didn’t ask you hear to apologize, I still believe what I did was right. I came here to tell you about a recent breakout at the asylum. A young man named Aaron Collins escaped the other day. The witness reports are bizarre. They say that he was carried away in a column of air. But what do I know. The reason I called you here was to warn you. You were the one who caught him when he was sent to the asylum. He promised revenge on you. I just wanted to tell you to keep your eye out for him. He’s dangerous. Who knows what he capable of?”
“While I appreciate the insight, if you didn’t call me here to apologize, then I see no further reason to stay here.” He turned and walked towards the door.
“Wait, there’s something I wanted to show you.” Lex laid his stick on the table and walked over to his desk. He picked up a lead box. “It’s been six months since your mom started running the Talon. I wanted to get her a gift to show her how much I appreciate her hard work; I wanted to know what you think.” He took the lid off the box and pulled out a small ring.
Clark felt the effect immediately. He began getting dizzy and his limbs felt as if they were made of metal. He had a hard time breathing. Lex came closer. It’s made of the finest meteor rock available. Clark collapsed and began rolling on the ground, clawing out, he couldn’t breathe. Lex quickly put the ring back in the lead box and dropped down to Clark’s side.
“What’s wrong? Clark, are you Ok? Stay here, I’ll call up my personal physician.” He rose to his feet and headed over to the phone.
“I’m...fine.” Clark was slowly regaining his strength. He slowly rose to his feet and steadied himself using the edge of the pool table. “There’s no reason to call your doctor. I’m fine. I just got a little dizzy.”
“Ok Clark, if you’re sure, but you should get checked out. Collapsing like that isn’t normal.” He set the phone back on its cradle.
“I have to go. My dad and I were supposed to move some hay bales into the loft.”
He walked out of the room and back to his truck, driving back to the farm.

Lex went over to his computer and ejected a disk. He had recorded the entire event on tape. He walked down to his parking garage and hopped into his silver sports car, gunning it all the way out to his research facility.
He strode into Dr. Cleaveson’s office unannounced. The doctor jumped as the doors opened. “Back so soon, you were just here three days ago.”
I know, but I have something for you. He dropped the disk onto his desk. Play this video. Dr. Cleaveson obliged, loading the desk into his computer. Lex had cut it down so that the disk just contained the time from when he opened the lead box to when Clark had left. He walked around so that he was standing behind the scientist and could see the screen. He played through the video once, watching Clark collapse, and then regain his strength.
“He reacts to the meteor rock. It’s made of krytonite. It makes him weak. I have seen what it did to him when he was exposed for just a few moments. I am positive that this stuff could kill him. Your task is to create a substance that will inhibit Clark’s abilities, but will not weaken him, simply render him powerless. You have two weeks to do it.”
“Ok, may I ask what you plan to do with this material that I create, if I am able?”
“Sorry, that’s not something you need to do. Just do what I have asked. Two weeks. I expect results. Don’t disappoint me. I promise you, that you will only disappoint we once.” Lex turned and strode out of the scientist’s office, heading back to his mansion.



Four Weeks Later

Lex once again found himself back at the lab, this time seeing what Dr. Cleaveson had been able to come up with to fit his rigorous demands.
“I have everything you wanted. You’ve already seen Kyrium, which is a hybrid of kryptonite. I am 99% sure that it will do what you asked. Moving on, I got everything you asked for, a special section of the facility has been fit with this stuff to accommodate your needs.”
“Good, I’m pleased, I plan to do this tonight if possible, and I want you and your team to be ready.”
Lex ran over to various locations, double-checking that everything was in order for that night. Nothing could go wrong, he had one chance at this. He couldn’t fail.
Clark came home from school, heading inside the barn and up to his loft where he slumped down onto the couch. The day had been relatively good. He had made up with Lana, and done well on his Biology Exam. He was very happy. As he glanced over towards the far wall, something caught his eye. There was a note taped to the window, it had the Luthor insignia on it. Undoubtedly from Lex.
He walked over to the window and opened the note. “Clark, I realize now that I should not have done what I did to Coach Teague without telling you. It was wrong and vain. I still believe that it was necessary, but am sorry for letting you take the fall with Lana. That is low for even me. I have something planned to make it up to you, I hope that you like it. Meet me out at the old Metal Factory on Lawson Rd. at 8:00 tonight. I hope you can forgive me.” Clark smiled. He knew that apologizing was a very hard thing for Lex to do. He told him once that it made him feel weak. He knew that Lex was genuinely sorry. For the rest of the evening, he pondered what the surprise could be.
At 7:30, Clark left the house and headed over towards Lex’s designated meeting place. He sped most of the way, he was very anxious to see what Lex had planned. With Lex, you always knew it was going to be big.
Clark pulled into the parking lot, smiling when he saw the silver sports car next to an open warehouse door. The lights were on; he knew that that was where he was supposed to head. He parked his car and walked into the warehouse. Lex was standing in the middle of the building. Clark didn’t see anything, but he expected something big. He never expected what came next, it was bigger than he ever thought possible.
“I’m glad you came to your senses Lex, I know how hard it is for you to apologize. So, what did you want to show me?”
“I wanted to ask you about something. I saw something that was very strange the other day. And wanted to test my theory.” He pulled a gun from his belt, and before Clark could react, fired at him. The bullet hit him in the chest. His body absorbed the brunt of the attack but was thrown onto his back. The doors to the warehouse slammed shut. A horrible realization struck Clark; his abilities were no longer a secret.
“A man doesn’t fall 50ft. and walk away unscathed Clark! That kind of fall should have killed you, but somehow you survived. I had my suspicions from the day I hit you on that bridge. You should have died then too, but somehow you survived Clark. That bullet I just fired at you didn’t even penetrate your skin. Who are you Clark? I intend to find out.”
By now Clark was on his feet. The first thought that entered his mind was that he needed to get away from Lex, he needed time to think. He went into hyper-mode and raced towards the nearest wall, lowering his shoulder, planning to knock a part of the wall out. As he hit the wall at over 200 mph, he hit the ground with a crack. He collapsed to the ground, dazed. What had happened?
Lex was immediately at his side. “Are you ok Clark? No matter what happens Clark, you were always my best friend. You have unimaginable power Clark. You were just clocked running at over 200 mph. Apparently this material didn’t inhibit all of your abilities.” Clark rolled over and climbed to his feet aided by Lex. Fury burned in his eyes; Lex had lied to him again.
“This is the last straw Lex. I will not become one of your experiments. You betrayed me for the last time.” He clutched Lex by the throat as he watched with satisfaction as his face turned purple in his vice-like grip.
From above, in the raptors, more lights turned on until the interior of the warehouse was bathed in light. Men were hanging from the ceiling. All of them had weapons. The man directly above him fired, once, twice, three times. The first bullet caught him in the shoulder, the second and third missed. Those were not normal bullets. And yet, he knew that they weren’t kryptonite, he didn’t feel the radiation. What he felt was a burning pain. He felt normal. Something was definitely wrong. He dropped to the ground like a stone, landing in a heap. All of the 10 men in the raptors rappelled to the floor. Two of them helped Lex up, four headed towards the door, and the remaining four headed sprinted towards Clark. Through blurred vision he had managed to rise to his feet. He would not allow himself to be taken. He couldn’t. Capture was a fate far worse than death.
The first two men reached him. He managed a punch at the first one, feeling the man’s nose break under his fist. That drained him, the second and third man caught him as he collapsed and lowered him to the ground. By now, the warehouse door was open, and a black, unmarked van was backing in quickly. The van screeched to a halt next to him, and three men in hospital-like uniforms jumped out, grabbing a gurney from the back, they hurried over to him. Two more men in white lab coats followed close behind them. As he saw them, with the last bit of strength he had, he thrust his body upwards against the two men holding him, catching them off guard. For a moment he was free, that was all that mattered. He made it as far as his knees before the two men once again grabbed him, rolling him back over onto his back, another two pinning his legs to the ground. He screamed out in pain as the soldier pushed on his injured shoulder. By now, the ground was coated with blood, his blood.
Lex’s paramedics reached him, and began to treat their patient. He once again began to struggle. He wouldn’t be taken, at all costs. He once again began to thrash. “HOLD HIM!” The black-clad soldiers tightened their grip. They bound his shoulder. He was then lifted onto the gurney and strapped into place.
By now, Lex had recovered. “I said non-lethal weapons, who shot him!” He hurried over to Clark. “If only there had been another way. You weren’t supposed to get shot, don’t worry Clark; I’ll make sure you get taken care of. Don’t try to resist. You’re in bad shape.”
“Please...Lex...” He couldn’t manage anymore.
“Clark, you need help. You need immediate medical treatment. You will die.” Lex was pushed aside as the three paramedics moved even more rapidly.
The other paramedic had prepared the syringe, he grabbed Clark’s arm, finding a vein. “Easy Clark, it’s going to be ok. Just a few more moments.” He watched his patient’s face flash with fear as the sedative was injected into his system. It quickly took hold of him; he tried to fight as the drug took over his body, but to no avail. Darkness rimmed the edge of the vision as his gurney was lifted into the van, the paramedics climbed in, and the doors slammed close. He felt the van lurch forward as the darkness became complete and he passed into oblivion.

Clark slowly opened his eyes. He was blinded by bright lights. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. The first thing he noticed was that he was on a bed. He quickly sat up, and began looking around at his surroundings. He was in a room. The first thing he did was hop out of bed and head over to the door. It was then he noticed the bandages on his shoulder. He remembered everything, especially being shot, and then being carted off by Lex. He made his way over to the door and tried turning the knob, it was locked. He made a second attempt, this time using his strength. To no avail, the door wouldn’t budge. Out of frustration he drove his fist against the door. He pulled it back quickly. The door had not dented, but his hand throbbed. Whatever the door was made of, he couldn’t break out of it. He tried his x-ray vision. That didn’t work either. He remembered something Lex had said about the new material not inhibiting all of his abilities. Lex knew, and somehow had created a material that stopped some of his abilities. He walked over to the bed, and attempted to pick it up, it lifted off the ground with ease. Apparently, he still had his strength. He also knew he could use his speed, he had done that in the barn, but he was unable to break out of the room. He leaned up against the wall, and slid to the floor out of frustration.
It was then he knew he was in way over his head. His worse fear had come true. Lex knew, and now he was being held in a cell. Clark had no doubt in his mind that Lex planned to exploit him. Friend or not, nothing ever stopped Lex when it came to getting more power and money.
He let his head slump to his chest, as the door opened in front of him. Jumping to his feet, Clark turned his attention to the people who had just entered his cell. Two men, dressed in army style fatigues. They were both wearing the uniform of SWAT officers. Clark knew that they weren’t SWAT, they were some of Lex’s goons. He walked towards them, “And who would you two be?”
Neither of them entered, but the first approached Clark, gripping him by the shoulder. Clark turned to face him. “You really don’t want to do that.” The guard didn’t loosen his grip. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Raising his hand, he grabbed the guard’s arm, bringing it down over his knee, hearing the satisfying noise of bone breaking. He let the moaning guard fall to the ground, turning the other way to face the other man. “Would you care to join your friend down there?” He looked up to fast, the guard came at him, baton raised in the air. The baton made contact with his chest, sparks of electricity danced across his chest and through his limbs and he collapsed to the ground, twitching violently.
The guard looked down at him and spit on him. “That’s a warning. Next time I can’t guarantee that you will survive.” He bent down and picked up his fallen comrade, throwing his good arm over his shoulder, he helped walk him out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
Clark lay on the ground for several minutes until he regained feeling in his limbs. Cautiously, he rose to his feet, and managed to drag himself back over to the bed where he collapsed, he dozed off.
Once again, he opened his eyes, to find himself in the same position that he had collapsed in. Clark had no idea how much time had gone by after he had collapsed. Slowly, Clark picked himself up off the bed, and walked around the room once again, stretching his protesting muscles. He paused for a moment while he looked down at his loose blue shirt, the same kind you would get in a hospital. There was a gaping hole in the center, where he had gotten shocked, the area around the hole was scorched black. He looked at his chest, the wounds were still there, bright red blisters already forming. He thought about what he knew so far. This new material inhibited his x-ray vision, hearing, healing abilities, and he couldn’t break through it. He would just have to find another way to get out of the cell. He looked up at the ceiling, paneled lights lined the ceiling. He tried his x-ray vision through the ceiling, but failed to see anything beyond. So, the walls, floor, and ceiling were made of this material.He tried his x-ray vision through the ceiling, but failed to see anything beyond.
He looked around the cell. There was a clear plastic topped table bolted to the floor. He noticed that one of the walls was covered in a mirror. He knew what it really was, a one-way window, he had seen them on TV shows.
“I’m not stupid.” Clark mumbled under his breath. As he looked up into the corner, he saw a camera watching his every move. “We’ll have to take care of that.” He walked over to the wall, using his heat vision he melted it until the little red light went off. “On to the next matter of business. He went over to where his bed sat. Lifting it off the ground with ease, he took it over to the mirrored wall, and thrust it at the mirror with all of his strength.
He watched at the bed went crashing through the mirror, shards of glass flying in every direction. He quickly jogged over to the wall, looking through to the room behind. One man lay underneath the bed, pinned to the floor. He eyed the door, walking over to it, satisfied when the door opened. He stepped into the hallway, where he met the end of four electrified buzz batons in his face.
“Hand’s up! Now!”
Slowly, Clark did as he was asked. Rough hands grabbed him, his arms pinned behind his back and cuffs clamped on. He tested their strength. They were made out of the same mysterious material as the cell had been made of. He sighed as he was marched down a few hallways, making many turns, until he was ordered to a halt in front of another door. One of the guards opened it, and he was thrown in.
This cell was a lot less glamorous. The walls were made of the material that inhibited his abilities. There were no furnishings, the floor was made from the same plastic material as the wall. He slumped to the ground once again in despair. It was looking like he was never going to make it out of there.
He had no idea how long he sat in that cell. Food was slipped through the door every few hours. He hadn’t touched any of it. There were nine trays of food. His stomach was growling, and his throat parched, but he refused to touch the food. He simply sat there; head slumped in his hands, with eyes closed.
As the door, opened, his eyes snapped open, but he didn’t get up. Two guards strode towards him, grabbing him by the shoulders; he was hauled to his feet. He screamed out as one of the guards pulled on his injured shoulder. It was beginning to heal, but was still raw. Not paying him any attention, the guards dragged him out of the room, down three hallways, and into another room where he was thrust forward, hitting the ground with a thud. They turned around, marching out of the room, the door slamming behind them. He slowly picked himself up, looking around at his new surroundings. It was almost identical to the first one he had been placed in. There were only a few differences. The bed was bolted to the floor, a layer of the mysterious material coated the mirrored wall, and the camera was encased in a box of the clear material. He went over to the bed, and fell on top of it. He ran his hands through his hair, picking himself up; he looked down at the white sheet on the bed. It was stained red with his blood. He looked down at his shoulder, the sutures had split open and fresh blood seeped through the bandage and his shirt. He could feel the sticky liquid flow down his chest, yet made on effort to wipe it away. He rose to his feet, and began pacing the room, leaving a trail or red drops behind him.
Hours later, as he began to feel dizzy from loss of blood, he dragged himself back over to the bed, and slept once again, the sheets turning red beneath him. Guards charged into his room once again, as he was forcibly lifted from the bed and dragged to a different part of the complex, somewhere he had not been yet. He was taken inside a room; one he noticed was not a cell. There was a table in the middle of the room. He was taken over to it, thrown on top of it, and strapped down. The guards walked out, leaving him alone inside of the room. He lay on the cold table for ten minutes before anyone came in.
The door finally opened, and a man in a white lab coat walked in, he eyed Clark for a moment, and then looked back down at the clipboard he cradled in his arm.
“Clark Kent, patient 146. I trust you are enjoying your stay.” He chuckled to himself. “Why don’t we get started? We’re just going to run a few scans and tests for today.” He walked over to a computer mounted on a table by the wall, and punched in commands. Several scanners descended from the ceiling, bathing his body in pale red light. This continued for half an hour before he was taken off the table, dragged through another door, into an adjoining room. Here, there was a treadmill in the corner, computers with large screens on the wall, and a desk and chair next to the treadmill. Today, we are going to test your endurance. The guards took him over to the treadmill where his shirt was removed and monitors were hooked up all over his chest and neck. He was put on the treadmill, as it began to move. The pace started out slow enough, but quickly sped up. Earlier, he had reverted to accepting some of the water, but his body was terribly weak from lack of food.
He began running, as the machine sped up. He ran faster and faster, until, out of exhaustion, he stumbled. He was thrust backwards, the monitors ripped from his chest as he hit the ground with a thud. He didn’t have the strength to rise. One of guards came up behind him. Clark screamed out in pain as jolts of electricity raced through his body. “GET UP!” Someone grabbed him by his hair, dragging him to his feet. He wearily climbed back onto the treadmill. The scientist hooked him up once more, as he began running once again. He collapsed two more times before the scientist finally decided he was too tired to go any further. By then, he was dancing on the line of collapsing. He didn’t even have the strength to rise. He was dragged back to his cell and left in a heap on the floor. He passed out there, unable to drag himself over to the bed.
The transition from sleep to consciousness was different for Clark this time. He detected another presence in his mind.
Who’s there?
You know who this is. Kal-el. Why are you still here? Why subject yourself to such torture?
I’m not here by choice. There’s no way out. I’ve tried.
These walls may be able to hold you, but they’re nothing to me. Release me Clark, I can get us out of here. We will die if we don’t get out of here soon. The horrors are just beginning.
I can’t. You’ll kill everyone in your attempt to escape. You have never been one to leave survivors.
You actually believe these transgressors deserve to live? Look at the way they have defiled us, submitting us to such tortures. Don’t they deserve to die? We’re not the only ones here; there are several dozen of people here, all around our age. All suffering under these people. I can end their suffering. Together, we can save them. Isn’t that what you always strive to do? Save people?
I said no! Get out of my mind!
Sooner or later, you’ll come around. I’ll be here waiting.
Get Out!

It was over, the voice stopped, and Clark was alone once again in the bleak white cell. He slowly picked himself up off of the bed, walking over to the door; he picked up the full trays of food and threw them at the mirrored walls one by one.
Guards charged into the room once again, grabbing him once again, he was cuffed and led out of the room.
The horrors went on for several days, the tests getting more torturous with every passing day. There wasn’t a moment that Clark wasn’t in pain. His entire upper body was bathed in red blisters from being shocked. He lost track of time. Eventually, he collapsed from lack of food, his body unable to cope with the stress. He was taken to the hospital wing, where he was pumped full of nutrients. He remained there for several days. Kal-el returned many times, Clark banishing the presence each time. Clark had lost all hope of surviving this predicament, and slowly sank into a deep depression. He only ate enough to keep his body going, and the guards off his back. He never spoke anymore. He had stopped thinking of his friends and family long ago. He did wonder if Lex was pleased with the results of his study. Clark wondered if Lex thought it an acceptable trade. Clark’s life in turn for scientific knowledge. Lex never came to see him, ever. Days turned to weeks, and before Clark knew what had happened, six weeks had slipped by.
Clark looked up as the guards entered his cell. They no longer had the enthusiasm that they had possessed for beating him at the beginning. They almost pitied him, almost. They beat him without thinking. It had simply faded into part of the daily routine. They picked him up, lifting him to his feet, and taking him to a room he had never been in. As they opened the door, Clark immediately felt his body go limp. He looked around, seeing what he had expected to see. A thin green layer of kryptonite covered every surface of the room. They had gone beyond torture this time. For Clark, it was unbearable. He managed to raise his head and look over to the far wall. Three scientists stood behind a glass window, looking in on him with anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Clark shook his head; they had gone to far this time. Using most of his strength, he managed to drag himself over to the window, and rise up onto his knees. He clawed at the glass with his hands. None of the scientists even moved. He slumped to the ground; all of his strength was spent. He slipped into the darkness, welcoming it openly. Only the darkness ever gave him refuge from reality.
He awoke in his cell. As if a great weight had been lifted his mind, he finally snapped into reality as the realization struck him. They were going to kill him, they didn’t care if he lived. He rose to his feet, and walked over to the wall. He began pounding against the wall, in a futile attempt to break out. It was more out of frustration than actually believing he would get out. He continued to pound on the wall for an hour, his fists stinging with each strike. By then, much of the flesh had been stripped from his hands. Blood dripped from both hands, flowing down his arms, and dripping onto the floor, a puddle of blood forming on the floor. The wall where he had struck it, was red.
Tears stung his eyes, and for the first time since he had gotten there, he let them come. They fell from his eyes and dripped from his chin. He had finally given up.

Outside of the cell, in the hallway, Lex strode down the hallway, three scientists and two guards pursuing him vigorously. One of the scientists stepped in front of him.
“S-Sir. He’s sleeping right now. Why don’t you schedule for another time, and we can have him ready.”
“Get out of my way. I won’t ask again.” The scientist slowly stepped aside as Lex made his way to Clark’s cell.
Lex reached for the doorknob, slowly opening the door. Nothing prepared him for what he was about to see.
Clark had slumped to the floor in his own blood, tears still coursing their way down his cheeks.
“Clark!” Lex raced over to him, slipping in blood and almost falling. “Clark…What happened?”
He looked down at Clark’s broken body in disgust and then back up at the scientists in the doorway. “What the hell have you done? This is what you call your finest treatment. Look at him! I’m surprised he’s not dead yet. All of you will pay!”
He turned his gaze back to Clark, cradling Clark’s head in his arms. As he kneeled on the floor, his pants became saturated with Clark’s blood, Lex’s hands turned red. “Clark, look at me.” He grabbed Clark’s chin, forcing him to look up at him. “It was never meant to happen like this…I’m sorry.”
Clark pulled himself from Lex’s grip, crawling towards the far corner, as far as he could get from Lex.
The familiar presence crawled into Clark’s mind.
Look what has become of us. I should have taken over a long time ago. You can’t stop me anymore, you’re too weak. I’ll do the task that you so dread. I’ll save us, succeeding where you failed. I went along for a while, but no more. We were meant for great things. I will not allow you to get us killed!
The mental barrier fell as Kal-el took control of Clark’s mind. As Clark slipped into the deepest trenches of his mind, he uttered one last line:
Dont kill...Please don't kill
I will grant your request, but all of these people deserve to suffer as they made us do. I will spare them, for you. I will not let you forget this favor easily.
Clark’s body shot upwards and arched backwards, as it was bathed in a blue light. His eyes emitted a bright blue light as Clark’s feet hit the ground once again. Kal-el had taken over. Clark slipped away, until he was just a spectator to the wrath that Kal-el was about to release.
Slowly, Clark’s burns and injuries began to heal, new skin covering the old wounds. He turned around to face Lex.
“You did this to my body! Look at me. You cannot imagine the pain I have suffered, watching as you have defiled my body and subjected me to tortures. You will suffer for what you have done!”
“I didn’t know, this wasn’t supposed to happen!” Lex slowly started inching towards the door. Kal-el went into hyper-mode, racing over to the door before Lex could get there, and slamming it shut. He turned towards the door. Using his heat vision, he melted the door closed so it could not be opened, and turned his attention back to Lex, who had risen to his feet.
“Clark…Please.”
“For Clark’s sake, I will not kill you, but will leave you with a reminder you will not be soon to forget.” He walked over to Lex, grabbing him by the throat; he thrust him back against the wall. “Clark didn’t have the guts to stand up to you, I will succeed where he failed. He walked over to Lex’s body that was slumped against the wall. He turned him around, gripping Lex by the shoulders. Taking one hand, he ripped the shirt off of Lex until he was stripped to the bare skin. “And now you will pay!”
Kal-el’s eyes grew red as he emitted heat vision, aimed at Lex’s back. As the heat rays hit Lex’s flesh, he screamed out in pain. Kal-el didn’t falter, but continued. Three minutes later, he had carved two overlapping with a double line cutting through the center of the pattern. Lex struggled in Kal-el’s grip to no avail; he tightened his grip until he was close to breaking bone.
He turned Lex around to face his gaze. “Your first mark of three.” He went on to carve two more symbols into the back of Lex’s hands. “Now the world will see you for what you truly are.” Lex moaned in his grip, but was still conscious. “Now I will tell you what these kryptonian symbols mean. “The first, on your back, proclaims your true identity to the world. It means murderous traitor. The two on your hands, together, are a warning. They say, those who stand in my path shall die. He tightened his grip around Lex’s throat. I promise you, cross my path again and I will make that warning a reality. If it was up to me, I would kill you, but for some reason beyond my understanding, Clark wanted me to spare you. Bear in mind the marks I have branded you with, they will be with you for the rest of your life.”
With little effort, Kal-el threw Lex against the wall, watching with satisfaction as he slumped to the ground motionless. He grinned as he saw the large black and blue marks around Lex’s throat. He hit his fist against the earth, and took flight, bursting through the ceiling, heading up into the sky. “Now for the rest of my promise…” He paused in mid-air, thrusting his hands outward as yellow light radiated from his body, balling around him.
The yellow light swept over the complex, enveloping it completely. There was a loud crack as the energy disappeared, and the dust began to clear. The complex was gone; there were no ruins, not the tiniest hint that it had ever existed. All of the employees: guards, researchers, everyone, lay on the ground, no one moved. All that remained was the building’s foundations. Kal-el watched as ten young men and women, between the ages of 12 and 23 shielded their eyes from the sun. They slowly rose from where they too had been knocked over, and looked at their surroundings. Slowly, they realized what had happened, and understood that this was the answer to their prayers, a chance to escape the horrors that had been inflicted upon them. Each and every one of them began to move about, cautiously at first, and then more rapidly. They raced off into the woods in all directions, their legs carrying them as far as possible from the terrible past they hoped to leave behind.
Kal-el watched the last of the stragglers race away before he took off into the sky once more, heading towards Lex’s mansion. He knew exactly what he was doing. He slowed as he approached the mansion. Rather than taking on the security force, he simply broke through the window into Lex’s office, shards of glass flying in all directions. He landed next to Lex’s desk, and began ripping through each of the drawers until he found what he was looking for. He inserted the disk into the computer to make sure it had everything he needed, it did. Research files and results, subjects name, payroll, everything that had gone on in that complex was on the disk Kal-el held in his hands. He ejected the disk, placing on the desk; he walked into Lex’s bedroom. He strode over to the closet, wrenching the doors open, he strode inside, quickly selected a pair of khaki pants, a polo shirt, and a leather jacket, he slipped them on, grabbing a pair of shoes. He headed back out into the office, grabbing the disk, he slipped it into his pocket and took off out of the window, just as the security team came racing into the room. They looked around in bewilderment, shaking their heads; they began to investigate the two adjoining rooms.
I completed your task, and now you will go along willingly as I complete mine. I spared those people, be grateful, I will never again grant such a favor. Now, we will do what we were sent here to do, the second artifact awaits us.
What are you talking about? I appreciate your help, but I want my body back. Get out, NOW!
Oh no Clark, you underestimate me. Jor-el sent us here to do great things, to take over the human race. It is time we embrace our destiny, you have denied it too long. Our time has come. Together, we will do great things.
No! I will not let you destroy what I have worked so hard to accomplish. GET OUT! Leave me alone!
You don’t understand Clark, you never will. Those human parents of yours have ruined everything you were meant to be. Don’t worry Clark; I’ll accomplish what we were sent here to do. I don’t need your cooperation for that. You surrendered your body to me willingly, and I plan to keep it for quite some time.

Kal-el flew through the sky, at speeds too fast for even the human eye to catch. He quickly crossed the Pacific Ocean, and landed on a small island off the coast of Australia. His feet touched the soft white sand as waves rolled into shore, and slowly retreated. He walked towards the forest, shells crunching beneath his feet. He knew exactly where he was going, he had been preparing for this moment for his entire life. He entered the thick underbrush of the tropical forest, birdcalls echoing through the air. As he reached the center of the island, in a clearing, he headed over to the center of the meadow. The object of his search lay directly ahead. He headed over to the set of five columns arranged in a circle. Standing in the center of the circle. He pointed his head upwards, as purple light swirled around him. He was lifted from the ground as tendrils of light dance around him.
As the tendrils began to disappear, an opening began to emerge in the earth. Stairs led downwards. Kal-el entered the dark passage without hesitating. As his feet hit the first stair, the familiar purple tendrils danced across the walls, illuminating the cavern before him. Clark watched as Kal-el pushed his body forwards, he had no control over what was happening. He did get a chance to look at the walls; they were covered in Kryptonian symbols.
How did these get here? I thought my father was the first kryptonian to have ever come here. This place looks as it has been here for thousands of years. Has my kryptonian destiny been that long in the making? Either way, I have to find a way to stop this; Kal-el will destroy the human race, and everything I love if I don’t stop him.
You think I can’t here your thoughts? We share not only the same body, but the same mind as well. I hear every thought that enters your head. Just keep that in mind before trying anything drastic. Your body is mine now, you’ll have to get used to watching from the background, I have been doing so for eighteen years.

Kal-el walked to center of the cavern, where a small, glowing object lay on an elevated stone platform. He slowly picked the object up, examining it in his hand. It was a disk-shaped stone, made of the glowing purple material. It was roughly 4 inches across. He closed his hand around it, turning around and heading back towards the coast of the island.
Upon reaching the ocean, he took to the skies once more, heading back to the caves in Kansas. He landed in front of the entrance and walked in. Heading to the back of the caves, the wall disintegrated as he stepped through the wall and into the hidden chamber beyond. Before him, lay the familiar stone table, with the three slots arranged on opposite sides of the round tabletop. He walked around, pausing at the first artifact for a moment. Picking it up, Kal-el admired it as he twirled the yellow stone between fingers. He could feel the power it was emitting. Coupled with the second, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would fulfill his destiny. He returned the pale yellow stone to its slot as he walked around the table to the second empty slot.
Taking the second artifact in both of hands, he slowly lowered it into its slot in the table. Upon contact with the table, the table began glowing in blue color. A line shot out from each of the artifacts, to the center of the table, as the image of a head appeared above the table.
“Kal-el, my son, you are finally ready to achieve your destiny. I have waited eighteen years for this moment Kal-el. From here, you must seek the third artifact. This one will be much harder to gain possession of. Many years ago, when these artifacts were placed on different locations around the globe, a select group of people from Krypton sought to defy us, to keep you from achieving your destiny. Part of the expedition sent to place the artifacts in their intended resting places, they betrayed us, and made off with the third artifact soon after it was hidden. They took it from beneath the Pyramids in Egypt; and took it to a different part of the globe, where they thought it would be safe. They believed that we should not take over this planet. They committed treason. They took the third artifact to a place called Antarctica, an icy continent at the top of the world. Themselves being from Krypton, they knew what would make you weak, Kryptonian minerals. Having brought some with them in lead lined boxes; they melted the material and coated the walls of an underground cavern with it. On top of that, they created a barrier one foot thick at the entrance of the cavern made out of kryptonite.
Being weakened themselves, they were killed in the process of making their fortress. Kryptonite was lethal to them as well. You must retrieve the third artifact. Only then can you take over this pitiful race of people. You will have to find your own way into the cavern, and retrieve the artifact. Normally, I would tell you to take a human with you, and make them get the third artifact, but that is not the case here. Artic temperatures are enough to kill any human, such pitiful creatures. Get in and out quickly, or you too shall meet your demise…” The image flickered away as the artifacts stopped glowing and the cave went dark.
Kal-el turned around and walked out of the hidden cavern, the wall sealing behind him. As he made his way towards the exit of the cave, harsh light assaulted him. Raising his hand, he shielded his eyes from the blinding light.
“Clark! Is that you? Where have you been? It’s been over six weeks now. Come on, let’s get you home”
Kal-el approached Clark’s dad. “Get out of my way Jonathan Kent, you do not have the power to stop me.”
“Kal-el. I’m not moving until you give me my son back!”
“As you wish Jonathan Kent, but I gave you fair warning. You will stand in the way of my destiny no longer!” He charged forward, knocking Jonathan to the ground. As he approached the motionless body, a wave of dizziness passed over him. He turned around.
“Get away from him! Now Kal-el. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will. MOVE!” Pete walked forward, both hands bearing large chunks of meteor rock. Kal-el slowly side stepped him, and went into hyper-mode before he could do any more damage, as he raced off into the night.
Pete walked over to Mr. Kent, taking note of the large gash in his head, blood flowing freely from the newly created wound. Jonathan began to arouse as his eyes fluttered open. “Clark…Kal-el had Clark’s body.”
“I know Mr. Kent. We’ll have to worry about that later, right now I need to get you back to your house. You don’t look all that great.”
“Ok.”
“Pete slowly helped Mr. Kent to his feet as he stretched out his sore muscles, limping back to the truck behind Pete.

After getting away from the caves, Kal-el took to the skies once more as he headed north to the icy continent where he hoped to find the third artifact. Soon, he could see the icy continent beneath him. By then, icy coated his clothing and face, but he didn’t let that phase him. He had to fulfill his destiny.
He changed his vision over to X-ray as he began to scour the icy continent for the hidden cavern where he would find the third artifact. After an hour of steady searching, he saw a black spot underneath the surface of the ice. That meant kryptonite, one of the only substances he couldn’t see through. He landed on the surface. Immediately sinking waist-deep in snow.
Kal-el made his way out of the snow bank until he was standing on hard ground where the snow only went up to his knees. He began trudging towards the cavern, leaving a trail of footprints behind him. Soon, he was within range of the cavern. He went into hyper-mode, racing over to the cavern. This was it, the moment he had waited for his entire life, possession of all three artifacts. Their combined power would allow him to conquer to the planet.
He dropped to his knees, and began punching through snow and ice until he hit a hard surface. The effect was immediate. He could feel the kryptonite affect every fiber of his being as he dragged his body away from the door as quickly as possible.
He sat in the snow for a few moments, regaining his strength and deciding how to approach the problem. He obviously couldn’t just waltz in; the barrier alone had crippled him. He had to not only get through the door, but a whole cavern covered in the forsaken material from his home planet. The thought hit him, lead. Lead prevented kryptonite from affecting him. He would need a good amount of lead for what he had in mind. Excited, he rose to his feet, taking off towards Europe. It didn’t long for him to find a good deposit of lead in the mountains. He drove his fist through the ground, and began pulling raw lead out of the ground. It would require a lot of refining he realized as he took a good look at the material. Not only that, but he would have to forge some sort of suit out of material.
He shook his head, deciding he definitely didn’t have time for all that. He entered hyper-mode, racing off towards London where he knew he could find what he wanted. He had Clark’s memories, and remembered learning that suits of armor on rare occasion, had been made out of lead during the medieval ages when there were shortages of steel or iron.
He headed into London, looking a more than a little out of place in soaked clothing. He sauntered down the street until a display in a window caught his eye. A suit of armor stood in the window. He switched over into x-ray vision, and was excited to see that it was made out of lead, he couldn’t see through it. He walked over towards the display, and drove a fist through the window, going to work breaking off pieces of glass until the hole was large enough for him to climb through. He climbed into the display, and grabbed the suit of armor, which had been welded together. As he climbed back out onto the sidewalk, someone came running out of the store. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put that down and get on the ground. I’m not messing around!”
He waved a handgun in the air as Kal-el just stood there looking at him like he was insane. He slowly put the armor down. Then, entering hyper-mode, he raced over to the store manager, wrenching the gun from his hand, and throwing him back through the window he had just climbed through. By now, a crowd had gathered around him, as he turned around to face them, they all too a few steps back after seeing what he had just done to that man. He crouched to the ground and sprung upwards, leaving the shocked crowd and the unconscious store manager far behind.
High tailing it back to Antarctica, he landed on the ground, snow crunching beneath the pair of shoes he had stolen from Lex. He set to work pulling the parts of the armor apart so that he could put them on. Sliding into each of the pieces, he took a moment to think about how ridiculous he looked. He was in Antarctica, in a suit of armor, preparing to retrieve the third artifact. No one ever said that taking over the human race had to be glamorous. He slipped on the helmet and glaives, and headed over to the cavern once more. Again, he felt the effects of the Kryptonite, but he could bare it this time. He drove a fist through the kryptonite barrier, dismantling it piece by piece.
After having created a large enough hole in the barrier, he climbed through and into the cavern beyond. An elevated platform sat in the middle of the cavern, with the familiar five pillars arranged in a circle. Each one had a sphere of Kryptonite mounted on the top. He walked over to the platform, taking note that the walls glowed a pale, glossy green, kryptonite. He stepped onto the platform, and headed over to the center where a solitary pillar sat, where he was sure that he would find the artifact. He walked over, and glanced into the recess, it was empty.
His eyes opened wide in disbelief, mouth agape. Where was the artifact? He drove his hand through the pillar, shards of stone and kryptonite flying in every direction. It was then that the platform lit up, and began to rise off of the ground. It began rotating faster and faster until the rest of the cavern became a blur. The pillars began to glow green as the kryptonite on top of each pillar lit up, and a beam of light from each one made contact with his suit of armor. He was no longer able to move his limbs. The light became more intense; he could feel the kryptonite’s effects growing greater as the armor melted off of his body. The beams burned his unprotected flesh as he screamed out in pain. And then, just like that, it was over. The platform lowered gently to the ground, and the pillars went dark.
Kal-el was left in a heap on the ground, taking on the full effects of the kryptonite. Somehow, out of sheer determination, he managed to climb to his knees, and begin crawling towards the entrance. The effects grew greater as he made his way towards the door, where chunks of kryptonite were scattered all over the floor. His hands and limbs burned each time he placed them on the kryptonite-covered floor. He winced with each movement.
It was then that he saw three skeletons lying up against the wall. He suspected that he had just found three of the kryptonian betrayers.
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Awww, I'm loving this one too! What have you done! Now I'll be begging for updates on two stories, instead of just one!

Just one thing that worries me: Clark wasn't really going to kill Lex, right? I mean, Lex might deserve Clark's revenge, but I can't see our farm boy killing Lex on purpose, or anyone else for that matter! (Just curious to know) :)

Update as soon as you can, please! :D
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He turned his attention back to the task at hand as he felt another wave of nausea pass over him. He shook his head, trying to focus his vision as the room dance before him. His hands curled as the dull pain in his head sent sparks of pain racing behind his eyes.
Rubbing his eyes, he plowed forward. He could see the entrance before him. Somehow, he managed to get to the opening and climb out by some miracle. He didn’t stop there though; he had to get far enough away to the point where the kryptonite was out of range of affecting him. He dragged his worn body through the thick snow, his hands long since numb. Feeling the effects of the kryptonite lessening, he was able to rise to his feet and brush himself off. After a few moments, Kal-el began to think about what he would do from here. The artifact was gone, that much he knew, someone had moved it, stolen it from him, the rightful possessor.
In the end, after much debate, he settled for going back to the caves to see if he could find any clues as to where the artifact had been taken. Perhaps, if he couldn’t find anything, he would contact his father, or what was left of him. His father had been dead for many years, but his legacy and mind somehow lived on. He had tried several times unsuccessfully to get Clark to accept his destiny. In the end, he had gotten Clark to travel back to him, and had strengthened Kal-el’s grasp in his mind. Kal-el knew what he was meant to do, and embraced his destiny. Clark had been ruined by his so-called parents, Kal-el had been sent to succeed where Clark could not.
Clark, in an essence had become human in Kal-el’s opinion. He had forfeited everything he was meant to be when he had chosen his path. He had chosen to mask his abilities from the world, hiding his power from the world. What was the point of having powers if he didn’t use them?
He was ripped from his thoughts as something caught his attention, almost calling him. He looked down, he was right above the Luthor mansion. He lowered himself in the sky until he was hovering over the mansion. He could feel the power of the artifact radiating from somewhere below. Lex had it. As if he hadn’t already done enough, he had taken the artifact. He would pay for this one. He barreled downwards, crashing through the ceiling and into the hallway, debris flying in every direction. He rose to his feet, heading down the hallway towards Lex’s office. He turned the corner to see Lex standing in the hallway, looking down the hallways anxiously. As he saw Clark, his eyes opened wide with horror. He turned around, racing back into the room, slamming the doors behind him. Kal-el strode forwards, towards the office doors. He tried the doorknob, it was locked. Backing up, he charged forwards, lowering his shoulders, and plowing through the doors, sending them flying back into the room skidding across the floor. He slowed his pace as he headed over towards Lex who stood behind his desk.
“Where have you hidden the third artifact?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am positive I don’t have this third artifact you’re looking for.”
“LIAR!” He raced forwards until he was right in front of Lex. He picked Lex up with one hand, driving a fist into his chest, the force sending him flying backwards. Lex hit the glass desk, shards flying in all directions as his computer crashed to the ground.
“Was it not enough that you defiled my body? But now you have taken the third artifact. I thought I made it clear, cross my path again and die. I will fulfill that promise now. You have gone too far!”
Stepping over the broken desk and computer, glass crunching beneath his feet. He headed over to where Lex lay, as Lex pulled something out of his coat pocket with his bandaged hands. He opened a silver container as Kal-el immediately felt the effect of its contents. He immediately fell to the floor, rolling in pain. Already worn from his last experience, the pain was too much to bear.
“Not today Clark. I came prepared this time.” He raised the knife into the air, plunging it into Clark’s shoulder. “Not today.”
Kal-el/Clark screamed out in anguish as the kryptonite knife. Out of sheer will power, as Lex leaned over him, he drove his feet in his direction with the last of his strength, sending him flying backwards once more. Blood flowed from his shoulder as he looked down at his ripped shirt and the knife still sticking out of his shoulder. He turned his head, looking over at Lex, who lay unconscious on the ground.
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Great start!!
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oh crap! Clark is in trouble now! Can't wait for more!!
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
Oh, I see you are a true TC fan ;) That's a bad bad thing, you'll be forever hounded for updates :LOL: oh, and um..more please :LOL:
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more later, probably tomorrow, i know how i am gonna play this story out, but i wanna finish crippled first, it should take another few days to a week
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Oh whoa, yes! Another one!

Your stories are great, please continue soon!
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Oh, yes, please, continue Crippled and this one soon! :)
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more up, please read and review
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more up, please read and review
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:eek: poor Clark!! Please continue soon!
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more up read and review
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What's lex going to do? Please update soon!
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WHoa, another TC filled fic, huh??? And I love ya for it :LOL: NO seriously I think this is great!! Please continue!! :D

~JEM~
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more up, please read and review, this will probably be it for at least a few hours, i will try to update later. this much took me two hours
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Awww, this is so good! Absolutely amazing!

I'm hooked to your two stories, I keep checking for updates! Thank you for this long one!

I'll come back later to see if there's more! I do hope so! :D
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Whoa, is Lex really going to be scared then, for life?? How will he live it down?? Will he realise it wasn't Clark??? What is Kal-El going to do now??Oh gosh the suspence...ppllllleeeassse carry on!!! :D

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this is a very very very good story
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE need more soon
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sorry guys, but this is gonna have to be it until at least tomorrow evening, i am trying this thing called dagorhir, where you make foam weapons and fight with them in full scale battles tomorrow, its gonna take up most of my day until around 5. i havent posted since this morning, and i'm sorry but i updated alot, my fingers are tingling from all of the typing lol, well thanks fur all the great comments guys, more tomorrow hopefully.

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