Entry tags:

clark kent, complete, dahak, day 14, kidnapping

The First Victim...
Who: Clark and Dahak
What: Misery plays with himself (in front of everyone! *gasp*)
When: Late night, day 14
Where: In the woods
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Shrouded in a world of dreams, Clark Kent's family was burning. It seemed realistic enough, in the way that dreams made all things seem overly realistic even though they weren't plausible. Looking for him day and night, Lana had decided to crash in the loft of the barn rather than drive home tired. But as she tossed in her sleep, dreaming of him, her foot kicked over one of the lanterns that was lit, and sent fire crashing to the floor. His parents had seen the smoke and ran into the barn to help her. By the time they'd gotten up to the top floor, the fire had surrounded all of them, and light brightly into the night air. Smoke billowed, half of it illuminated by the flicker of flames from within, the three of them were leaning out a window.

"LANA!" Clark yelled as he ran up the driveway to his place, and saw a light of recognition fill her eyes. His mother and father too started to look a little more relieved as he showed up. This wasn't the way that he'd wanted Lana to find out, of course, but there wasn't really anything to be done about that. He had to save them. And in a way this would be better for everyone. Lana would finally know, know why the two of them couldn't be together, know why he had to run off constantly and not tell her why, know that he really loved her with all of his heart, not merely said that he did and then turned around to do something else when she least expected it.

"Clark!" He heard Lana scream at the top of her lungs, and a relieved look seemed to cross there too. There was a look in her eyes, sometimes, that Lana got, as if in the heat of danger she knew that Clark would somehow save her. He could hear as his parents chimed in, in a chorus behind her, screaming for him to go and get help. He knew that it was for show though, they didn't want to reveal his secret, even if it cost them their lives. But it didn't matter now, he was going to save them all, tell Lana how he felt. It had been four years, almost their entire time in high school together in the coming. And so without hesitation Clark started to run at super speed towards them...

Only to slam into an invisible barrier that stopped him dead in his tracks. Stumbling back, Clark stared at the glowing wall, which was almost transparent and yet bent the light enough that he could see it, now that he'd run into it, a light ripple effect cascading from where he'd collided. He growled and then slammed hard into it again, but it resisted him as if he were a mere human being trying to move a skyscraper with a good shove. What was more, it hurt, which meant that there was something about it stronger than any material that he'd run into on Earth. What was going on? Why couldn't he move past this thing? He needed to get to Lana, get to his parents before it was too late!

He tried to run around it but he only took a few steps before another edge of the barrier hit him. He turned in another direction, and another one, but they were entrapping him on all sides, a mystical shield of energy that he couldn't break despite his best efforts. Without thinking he fired his heat vision into it and watched as it impotently sizzled along the outside of whatever kept him from reaching them, from reaching Lana. Moving at enhanced speed he beat his fists into it until they were bruised and bleeding and even then there was a sense of hopelessness that filled him as he beat without avail against the seemingly immoveable wall in front of him.

"Clark?" came Lana's scared voice, and he watched her face as she looked at him incredulously as to ask why he wasn't doing anything. He screamed out as he slammed his fists against the wall once more.

"That won't work... you can't reach them anymore... can't protect them anymore, can you Clark?" came a sickeningly familiar voice behind him, and Clark spun to stare into the cold, calculating eyes of Lionel Luthor. While someday the two of them would be reluctant allies after a fashion, for the time being Clark was reviled at the very idea of Lionel, and lunged towards him only to crash into the same walls that kept him from his parents. Clark roared in frustration as he slammed into the wall over and over again.

"Damn you, Lionel!"

"It's not me, Clark.... you're the one who's galavanting off on another world... not bothering to really try to get home. You'd have been here to save them if you'd actually found a way home... but you haven't, have you? And now they're going to die because of your carelessness..." Lionel tisked softly and crossed his arms to watch, staring calmly as the fire engulfed his family and drown them out of sight in a sea of bright yellow flames and black ash.

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Clark shot up in bed, his blue eyes blinking slowly as he felt his heart thumping wildly in his chest from the dream, his breath coming to him in short pants. His voice in his throat felt like it wanted to scream out Lana's name, but it fell silent as he looked and saw the icy Fortress of Solitude around him. He stood up quickly, enough to make him feel a little dizzy, but after the horrifying dream he'd had, how could he just lay there in bed? What if that were happening right now while he was just... staying here?!?

"Kal-El... Is something wrong, my son?" came Jor-El's soft voice as Clark hurridly started tossing on his clothes. "It is unlike you not to sleep through the night..."

"I just had... a vision of my family burning..." Clark replied, knowing that any second now Jor-El would chime in with how crazy of a thought it was. Sadly, knowing that in some way this Planet created Jor-El, didn't make it any more comforting to trust his word... what if there really was a problem while he was away? What if he wasn't there to save Lana when she needed him the most?

"I did not detect any incoming or outgoing transmissions, Kal-El, telepathic or otherwise... I think it is highly unlikely that you-"

"I just need some air..." Clark said, cutting him off, though he breathed out a soft sigh of relief at Jor-El's comment. While he didn't completely trust the program that had been created by the planet, it was better than no assurance whatsoever. Damned if he wasn't going to try to escape this planet anyway. Without another word to Jor-El, Clark opened his door, briskly walked to the outside before zipping off into the night to search for a possible way to escape this planet... there had to be some way, if he just searched a little harder...