The front door is absolutely obliterated, with splinters and jagged chunks of wood and glass all over the front lawn, some stretching almost all the way to the barn, suggesting that something or someone ran through it at high speed without any care for if it was closed or not.
Clark swallows, and steps through the empty doorframe. "Mom? Dad? ...Chloe?"
His parents are in the living room, Martha looking at the bruising on her husband's throat, and they both look up sharply when they hear Clark's voice. Chloe comes to stand between Clark and the Kents, kryptonite in hand, looking distressed. It's only been a few minutes since Clark left, and she doesn't expect him to be okay at all.
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The front door is absolutely obliterated, with splinters and jagged chunks of wood and glass all over the front lawn, some stretching almost all the way to the barn, suggesting that something or someone ran through it at high speed without any care for if it was closed or not.
Clark swallows, and steps through the empty doorframe. "Mom? Dad? ...Chloe?"
His parents are in the living room, Martha looking at the bruising on her husband's throat, and they both look up sharply when they hear Clark's voice. Chloe comes to stand between Clark and the Kents, kryptonite in hand, looking distressed. It's only been a few minutes since Clark left, and she doesn't expect him to be okay at all.