Reincarnation In Smallville

Clark's House

The sunset painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, reflecting the outer calm that contrasted with the silent tension in the living room. Clark sat on the couch, holding a book whose words entirely eluded him. Beside him, Diana calmly read a newspaper article, her serene expression masking her sharp perception of his emotions. In the kitchen, Tina arranged utensils with rhythmic movements, contributing to the domestic atmosphere.

BRRR! BRRR!

The sound of a vibrating phone broke the tranquility. Clark picked up the device, immediately recognizing his mother's number. His expression hardened slightly as he answered.

"Hi, Mom. How are you?"

"Clark, everything's fine here," Martha replied, her tone tinged with caution. "But I need to talk to you about something important."

Clark leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee. "What happened?"

"Chloe came by today," Martha said. "She came to congratulate me on the pregnancy, but... she's clearly worried about you. She asked about your move and how you're doing. I didn't mention Diana. I thought that's a conversation you should have with her."

Clark sighed deeply, running a hand over his face. "I understand. Thank you for not saying anything. I know I need to talk to Chloe. It's my responsibility."

"Clark, are you sure you want to handle this now? Chloe still seems very attached to you," Martha said, her concern evident.

Clark looked at Diana, who folded the newspaper calmly but kept her focus on him. He returned his gaze to the floor, reflecting before responding. "Yes, Mom. I'll go to the farm and talk to her. Chloe deserves the truth, even if it's difficult."

"Alright, dear. We'll be here if you need support," Martha said before hanging up.

Clark placed the phone back on the table and sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the weight of the situation. Diana approached, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Clark, is everything okay with your mother?" she asked, her voice calm but concerned.

Clark sighed before answering. "Not exactly. Chloe was at the farm today. She wants to talk to me, and I think it's time I tell her about us."

"Chloe?" Diana tilted her head, curious. "Why does that make you so nervous? She's just a friend, isn't she?"

Clark hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting away before finally speaking. "Chloe isn't just a friend. She's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up before all this... before you and me."

Diana remained silent for a moment, processing the information. Then, a faint smile curved her lips. "I see. That explains why you're so nervous. But Clark, I'm not jealous. You still care about her, don't you?"

Clark nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Yes, I care. Chloe has always been by my side, even during the hardest times. But she's normal, Diana. Unlike you or me. I don't think she'd be happy getting involved in something like... what we have. Even if she likes me, asking her to join this would be too much."

"Clark," Diana said, her tone firm but understanding, "you underestimate her strength. If Chloe is so special to you, why not give her the chance to choose? Be honest. Maybe she'll understand more than you think."

Clark looked at Diana, clearly conflicted. "Do you really think that's a good idea? What if she completely rejects me?"

"Then you'll know you were honest with her," Diana said, lightly touching his shoulder. "Clark, what we have is special, but if Chloe is important to you, she deserves to know. Who knows? Maybe she'll accept. Maybe she'll join us."

Clark blinked, surprised. "You're suggesting I invite Chloe to be part of this?"

"Exactly," Diana replied, her tone direct but serene. "We're different, Clark. And what we have is too. Give her the chance to decide."

Clark ran a hand over his face, thinking deeply before sighing. "Maybe you're right. I need to be honest with her, even if it means taking a risk."

"Then go," Diana said with an encouraging smile. "Be honest. And whatever her decision, you'll know you did the right thing."

Clark stood, adjusting the collar of his jacket. "Thank you, Diana. I'll go now. I want to resolve this once and for all."

"Good luck," Diana replied. "I'll be here when you return."

Clark nodded before stepping outside. As he walked toward his truck, he felt the weight of the task ahead. But above all, he was determined to give Chloe the truth she deserved, even if it meant facing the possibility of rejection.

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Smallville – Abandoned House

In a secluded house hidden among Smallville's abandoned fields, three men sat around a worn table. Maps, diagrams, and scribbled notes were scattered, while a hanging lantern cast irregular shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

"See this layout here?" said Rick, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a sly grin. He pointed to a map of the Talon with a broad gesture. "This café is an easy target. Just one girl working the counter, and security is practically nonexistent."

"Inexistent?" mocked Jake, a burly man with a scar crossing his face. "That's generous. The only thing between us and the cash is an old door and an alarm system that probably doesn't even work."

"And the cops?" asked Paul, the youngest of the group, drumming his fingers nervously on the table.

Rick let out a laugh. "Cops? In Smallville? They can barely handle bar fights, let alone stop a well-planned heist."

Jake took a swig from his beer bottle before adding, "The Talon will be a cakewalk. We break in at night, crack the safe, and grab what we can. We'll be out before anyone notices."

Paul still looked hesitant, glancing at the scattered papers. "What if something goes wrong? What if there are cameras or someone sees us?"

Rick slammed his hand on the table, irritated. "Look, kid, if you don't want to be part of this, you can walk out now. But I guarantee nothing will go wrong. We're professionals, remember?"

Jake nodded in agreement. "Rick's right. We've planned everything. Besides, no one in Smallville has the guts to stand up to us. Tomorrow night, the Talon is ours."

Paul swallowed hard but nodded. "Alright. If you say it'll work, I'm in."

Rick smiled, satisfied. "That's the spirit, kid. Tomorrow night, we'll be rich. And Smallville? They won't even know what hit them."

Rick's laughter echoed through the room as the three continued discussing the details of the plan, oblivious to the consequences their reckless decision could bring.

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On the Road

The engine hummed softly as Clark drove down the dirt road toward the Kent farm. The sky was slowly darkening, creating a contrast between the shadows of the trees and the glow of the stars beginning to appear. He reflected on Diana's words, pondering how to approach Chloe.

VRUMM! VRUMM!

Suddenly, his super hearing picked up fragments of a conversation. He frowned, slowing the truck. "Wait... what's that?" he muttered, focusing on the distant sounds.

"…the Talon is an easy target. We break in at night, grab everything, and leave before anyone notices," said a deep, confident voice.

"And the security? Alarms? Cameras?" asked another voice, more hesitant.

"There's none of that. Just the girl at the counter. Smallville's so quiet it doesn't even need security," replied the first voice disdainfully.

Clark tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes glowing slightly as he thought. "Smallville's getting more dangerous. I need to stop this before Lana or anyone else gets hurt."

Pulling the truck onto a deserted road, Clark used his super speed to locate the source of the voices. Within seconds, he arrived at an isolated house with half-open windows and dim, flickering lights inside. Entering silently, he analyzed the scene: three men sitting at a table, discussing the details of their plan.

"You really think this will work?" Clark said, his voice resonating through the room as he emerged from the shadows.

The men stood quickly, startled and alarmed. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" shouted the oldest, Rick.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Clark said, approaching calmly. "What matters is that you won't hurt anyone in this town."

Before they could react, Clark activated his mental control power, locking eyes with each of them. "You're going to the station now. You'll confess to every crime you've committed and make sure you never do anything like this again. Understood?"

The men nodded mechanically, their eyes glazed as they processed the command. Without another word, they grabbed their jackets and left the house, walking toward the station as if in a trance.

Clark watched for a moment, ensuring they followed his instructions. Then, with a sigh of relief, he used his super speed to return to the truck.

Clark resumed driving, adjusting the rearview mirror as the engine purred again. "Just another day in Smallville," he murmured to himself, a faint smile curving his lips. "I hope Chloe's ready for this conversation."

He accelerated, leaving the deserted road behind as he headed toward the next step in his journey.

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