“Chloeeeee! Where are you, Chloe?” the sinister, deep
voice echoed throughout the warehouse.
Chloe Sullivan closed her eyes and desperately tried to quiet her
breathing. Opening them, she pressed her back against a
cold, steel wall and peered around the corner. To her
intense relief, Jason Perry wasn’t behind her. Satisfied,
she sank to the ground and checked the large gash on her leg.
How did she get herself into these things?
One minute, Jason had been the perfect charming
gentleman. He brought her flowers, took her out to dinner,
and even kissed her on her front porch. But then the
accident happened. A strange explosion had happened at his
house, and from that moment on, he went all meteor-freak on her.
Right after he got out of the hospital, he had seemed fine.
Then he slowly grew more and more possessive. She
didn’t know how it happened, but every part of his body seemed
to be enhanced, including his senses and his strength.
Now he had Chloe running for her life.
“Chloeeee! Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
he called again. His voice grew closer along with his
footsteps. Chloe stood very still and held her breath.
However, she couldn’t silence the fast pound of her heart.
Within minutes, he turned the corner and found her sitting
there. She couldn’t find the strength to stand and run;
the pain in her leg wouldn’t let her. Crouching down,
Jason reached out to touch her. His fingers barely grazed
her cheek before she turned her head.
“Now, why do you have to be like this? Don’t you know
Her green eyes turned cold. “You don’t own me,” she
stated in a hard voice.
He gripped her by the arms, causing her to call out in pain.
“Yes, I do. You’ll always be mine. Never
forget that.” Releasing one of her arms, he backhanded her
across the face. The force was so great that she fell
sideways and spit blood onto the floor. As she tried to
right herself, she gingerly touched her cheek, which was searing
Not giving her any time to recover, Jason roughly pulled her to
a standing position. She winced as her leg throbbed.
“Chloe?” Her heart swelled the minute she heard Clark
Kent’s voice. A part of her wanted him to help her, but
the other part feared for his life.
“Get out of here, Clark! He’s crazy!” she
yelled. Before she could say anymore, Jason picked her up
and slammed her against the wall. Everything went black.
Clark and Jason yelling and the loud bang of a body slamming
against a wall filtered through Chloe’s dreamlike state. Carefully,
she opened her eyes and saw Jason’s fist connect with Clark’s
jaw. The impact didn’t faze the taller boy a bit. Without
any effort at all, Clark lifted Jason off his feet and tossed him
like a rag doll across the length of the warehouse. Silence
filled the open space for nearly a minute or two followed by a
thud in the distance.
Clark glanced over at her, and their eyes locked for a second.
Before she could formulate any words, her best friend was
gone in a blur of light.
Chloe rested her head on the icy, solid cement floor. Her mind
tried to comprehend what she just saw as memories began to make
sense. Clark pulling a cylinder confining her from the
ground, Clark saving Lana Lang on numerous occasions, and even the
story of how he survived Lex hitting him with his car on the
bridge all swam around in her head. She then remembered how
he behaved the previous summer and the strength he seemed to
display. Even though it all seemed fuzzy, things also seemed
to start making sense.
Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her lids slide close and
was engulfed in darkness again.
Waking up in the hospital wasn’t what Chloe was expecting.
She had prepared herself for the fact that Jason would kill
her. However, she felt a wave of relief rush over her as she
cautiously sat up in bed and looked around. Her father was
slumped in the chair beside her bed, fast asleep.
She touched him lightly on the knee. “Dad?”
Gabe Sullivan mumbled something unintelligible and opened his
eyes. They widened when he saw Chloe sitting up. Immediately,
he straightened up.
“Honey, how do you feel?” He stood up as his voice
came out in a rush. “Do you need anything? Soda?
She smiled. “No, Dad, I’m fine.” Relieved,
Gabe sat back down. “What happened? How did I get
“Clark brought you in. He said he found you lying
unconscious in the old corn plant warehouse.”
“Did he say what happened?” She shifted too quickly
and winced at the pain from both her leg and her head.
“Careful. Don’t move too quickly.” When he
was satisfied that she was comfortable, Gabe answered her
question. “You can ask him yourself; he’s waiting
“He’s here?” Another wince. “Can I see
“Sure.” With that, Gabe stood up and crossed to the
door. Opening it, he leaned out and said something. He then
stepped back in with Clark shyly ambling in
Clark perked up the minute he saw Chloe. “Hey! How
She managed a smile. “Still sore, but I think I’m
going to be okay.”
“I’m going to get some coffee and let you guys talk.
I’ll be right back,” Gabe announced as he disappeared out the
When he was gone, Chloe’s expression turned serious.
“Thank you…for saving my life.”
Clark just shrugged as he sat down in the vacated chair. He
stared at the floor. “I didn’t do anything. I just
“No, you did more than that. I saw you.”
Clark sharply looked up, and his face turned beet red.
“What makes you say that?” he asked, quickly trying to
cover up his reaction.
Chloe told him what she saw and how it made sense with all the
other times he had helped her or Lana or Whitney or Pete. Clark
didn’t say anything, just sat
motionless in the chair.
“Maybe it was your head playing tricks,” he finally
Chloe had known Clark for a long time, and she could tell when
he was lying. At that moment, he was definitely lying.
“You’re scared I’m going to freak out, aren’t you? That
maybe I’ll start screaming for help or something?” Clark’s
eyes shifted to the floor. “You know you can trust me, but
I won’t push. I’ve pushed for information too many times
in my life and got pretty badly burned. I know you’ll tell
Clark didn’t reply, and another strained silence passed
between them. Then Chloe spoke again. “What happened
“The police found him lying on the floor at the end of the
warehouse, unconscious. I don’t think he’ll be bothering
you anymore,” Clark answered, his blue eyes eventually meeting
hers. From the concentrated look on his face, he seemed to
be weighing her words in his mind. Finally, he took a deep
breath and then asked, “You won’t tell anybody about this,
She was taken aback by the question. Was Clark admitting
that he threw Jason across the length of the warehouse? Was
he trusting her completely? “Of course not. You’re
my best friend; I’d never hurt you like that,” she replied,
leaning back into her pillow.
“And you don’t think it’s weird?”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “No, I think it’s cool,” she
said. “But you’ve got to promise me one thing.”
“That you’ll never go crazy like Jason and the others
Clark’s shoulders relaxed as he sat back in the chair.
Reaching out, he placed his hand over hers. “I
promise,” he said quietly, a smile crossing his
Chloe matched his smile. “Good. And thank you
again.” Satisfied by her newfound connection with Clark,
she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.