Kryptonian Nature - Part 2

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After two days of trying to avoid Clark, the cage was removed and the woman with the salt-and-pepper hair entered the room with food for the both of them, as well as fresh clothes. A new shower was also installed, as well as a bed under the observation bank.

Kara watched one of the men in white coats doodle at the control podium, which remained in the room after the cage was taken out. She watched the buttons he pushed, and the levers he pulled, noticing that the green bands would respond to what he did. Sometimes all three green bands glowed, like when the people in the coats would come. At others, only one or two bands glowed in the walls.

Less bands, Kara noted, meant changes inside herself and Clark. When there were only one or two bands glowing, Clark would become more aggressive, and his eyes would glow at times, as though ready to ignite, especially when he looked at her. He was stronger, too, but then she was also. She remembered the crowbar from the day before, and how she’d been able to put a dent in it with her finger. That shouldn’t have been possible, she knew, but still she’d done it. What if there were no bands glowing? What would happen then?

“What’s that for?” Kara asked, looking at the bed.

“It’s a bed, for you and your mate,” said the woman. “To sleep on. We can’t see you under the window.”

“Yes you can,” Kara said coolly. She knew the woman was lying.

“No, we can’t.”

“Why do you care if they can see us?” Clark asked quizzically. It irritated Kara. He irritated her, with his constant desire to be touched, and to touch her.

“I just do.”

“I want to mate, now,” Clark told the woman, and her eyebrows shot up.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I want Kara, on the bed,” Clark clarified. The woman laughed nervously, a twitter that was highly inconsistent with her stern, mannish face.

“Right,” she said. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

Once they were alone, Clark began to advance on Kara. “They can’t see us. We can mate properly now.”

“Not now. Later.”

“NOW!” Clark shouted petulantly. Kara almost expected him to stomp his foot. His voice was unbelievably loud, as though something had amplified his voice. “I’m tired of waiting for you!”

Kara fidgeted. She knew he was only going to wait so long before he forced the issue, but she was convinced the people in the windows were still watching them. How, she didn’t know, but they were clever people. They had figured out a way, and she didn’t like it. Clark didn’t seem to mind, but then all he cared about was mating. He’d become less like a man and more like a beast. He never smiled, he never tried to talk to her, just touch her, or demand she touch him.

There was one band glowing in the wall now. Kara felt strong, but she also felt hungry. “Eat first. Then mate,” she said. Clark shifted his weight from foot to foot, and then nodded. He sat down with her on the floor, in the center of the room, and they opened their trays. There were steaks and baked potatoes, as well as salad and fruit, and some kind of pie covered in nuts. Clark ate only the meat, and without asking reached over and took hers. She didn’t mind. She wasn’t very fond of the meat anyway. It was too red in the middle for her liking, but Clark devoured it hungrily. That and the fruit, and the nut-covered pie.

“Mate now,” he said.

“Not yet, I want to finish my food,” Kara said. “Go lie down on the bed. I’ll come to you.”

Agreeing, Clark ran for the bed, moving inhumanly fast, but slowing down once he got close to the glowing band of green light in the wall. He didn’t seem to notice the changes in his abilities, but Kara did. He just took off his clothes and laid down, watching her with hungry eyes, while she ate her food slowly, and deliberately. She needed time to think.

The green bands were affecting her and Clark somehow, making them weaker, and slower. The control panel that was in the room controlled the green bands. Right now she was in the very center of the room, mere inches from the control panel, and…

Kara felt something shift in her vision, and there was a change in the way the control panel looked. She could see through it, to the inner workings. She looked around the room. She could see through the walls, through Clark. There were people behind the walls all around them. Hundreds of people, all watching them, not just behind the observation bank above. She almost gasped, almost let on that she knew how many there really were, but she quickly turned back to her food.

“Kara,” Clark said. He lay naked on the bed, and she could see his cock was starting to stiffen. He was aroused. Always aroused. It made her sick to think about all those people watching the little bit of intimacy she’d been willing to give Clark.

“In a minute,” she said. There was no way she was going to mate with Clark now, not that she knew there were so many people watching. She looked to the wall on her right and almost choked on a bit of salad. There was a concealed door, and behind it, a parking lot. Beyond that, a highway.

Freedom was literally feet away, but how would she get to it? If they put on all three bands of green light she’d become weak and slow. She eyed the control panel, and the more she studied it, the more she was convinced she understood how it operated. The panel controlled this particular room. She could see the cables and wires that connected it to the floor and the green bands. If she could disconnect them, then maybe the green lights wouldn’t come on. Kara considered how to do this. If she tried fiddling with the control panel they’d surely stop her.

The panel was covered in thin sheet metal no thicker than the prongs on the fork she used to spear lettuce from her salad. Testing her theory that she was inhumanly strong, Kara pinched the fork. It gave way beneath her fingers easily, flattening as though she’d pinched bread. She looked at the panel again, thinking she could probably punch right through it, grab the wires, and pull them loose.

“Kara!” Clark whined. “Come to bed now.”

“Sure, Clark,” Kara said easily, and set her tray off her lap. She crouched as though to get to her feet, but instead of standing, she plowed both fists into the control panel, gripped every wire she could, and pulled. The single green band of light in the room went dark, and immediately Kara felt a glorious sensation of strength flood her limbs. Clark felt it to, because he came up off the bed, a look of wonder in his eyes, like a child who’d just made a grand discovery.

“Kara!” he shouted, standing naked and grinning. “Do you feel that?”

The door to the room burst open, and men flooded in, all of them wearing black clothes and holding guns that she knew would have the green stuff in them, stuff that could hurt her and Clark. Moving as quickly as she could, she lunged for Clark, noticing that the men seemed to freeze in mid-step. She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her toward the wall that faced the parking lot. Clark instinctively tried to stop when they reached the wall, but Kara pushed through, blasting a hole in the wall.

She didn’t stop there. Instinct, which had served her so well over the past eight days, begged to take over, and she acquiesced. Still holding Clark’s hand, Kara leapt from the ground, and didn’t come back to earth. She took flight, holding on to Clark despite his cries of fear and confusion, and in seconds they were both lost in the clouds.

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Kara now held Clark up face level, and looked around. They were hovering over a sea of misty clouds while she tried to figure out what to do next. Their breath misted in the cool air, but neither of them felt cold. Not even Clark, who was stark naked.

“How are you doing this?” he asked.

“I don’t know, but if I can do it, so can you,” she said, and she let go, expecting Clark to float next to her. Instead, he dropped like a stone, a scream of terror coming from him that faded steadily the further he went.

“Fly!” she shouted, but Clark only continued to plummet. Seeing he wasn’t able to fly, as she was, she dove after him and scooped him up, feeling a thrill of exhilaration as she watched the patchwork of ground below grow larger. When Kara caught up to Clark, he gripped at her, squeezing her so hard she could barely get in a breath.

“It’s okay, Clark, I’ve got you.”

“Why did you do that?” he asked, with such child-like innocence it almost broke her heart.

“I thought since I could fly, you could.”

“Well, I can’t,” he said. “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

Returning to the clouds, Kara moved just below them so she could look out on the ground below. There was a huge city in the distance, but a small town directly beneath them. She searched for an area with trees, putting Clark’s massive body onto her back, so she flew over the town below, spotting a lake that was surrounded by plenty of trees that stretched out for a few miles. She knew, without understanding how she knew, that it was a park, and that she and Clark could hide there without too many people coming around to bother them.

“We’ll hide there, in the trees,” she said, swooping down fast. Clark laughed as they flew. He seemed to really enjoy it.

Setting him down on the ground, she took stock of the area they’d landed. It was forested and hilly, with the sound of birds and insects flitting and buzzing around them. The air was heavy with the scent of long-dead flowers that were rotting in the soil. Winter was coming, Kara could sense it. Some of the trees were bare, but most were green with needle-like foliage that were wide at the bottom and tapering off to a point at the top.

“Stay here,” she said. “I’m going to look around.”

“I’ll find meat,” said Clark, but Kara put a hand out to stop him.

“You have to stay here, Clark. You don’t have clothes on, and that’ll attract attention.”

“Why?”

“Because people are supposed to wear clothes. If you’re seen walking around naked the bad people will find us.”

“What bad people?”

Kara sighed. “The bad people we just escaped from!”

Clark shied away from the exasperation in her voice. He was trying, but she suspected they’d done something to him to keep him from ‘knowing’ things like she did.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Just trust me and stay here.”

“Okay,” he said. “But I didn’t think all the people were bad. They gave us food and a bed to mate on.”

Kara smiled, touching Clark’s face. She had such a natural urge to protect him, and she knew she would no matter how much he annoyed her with his stupid questions and constant appetite for sex.

“They were still bad, Clark. Promise me you’ll stay?”

He nodded, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Then he sat down, bringing his knees up to his chest, he studied the area around him, ready to wait for her to leave and then return.

Kara began to run, going out for a few miles in one direction, coming back to Clark, and then running in another direction until she’d covered a radius of a few miles. She found a cabin in the woods, one that looked as though it hadn’t been lived in for months, and returned to Clark. He was standing, his head cocked to the side.

“Do you hear that?” he said.

Kara strained to hear, and then grabbed her head when her ears were assaulted with sound. It took awhile, but she finally managed to control how much she let in. After a few seconds, she heard splashing water from the lake, and several people laughing.

‘It’s cold!’ said a girl. ‘How can you stand it?’

‘I warm up as I swim,’ said a boy in return, and Kara could hear his rhythmic breathing as he pulled his body through the water. She toned it out, and saw that Clark was staring hard in the direction of the voices.

“We can’t talk to them,” Kara said.

“I know,” said Clark. His belly rumbled, and Kara took his hand.

“Come. I’ll show you where we’ll live now.”

Following along, Clark ran beside Kara until they reached the small log cabin nestled deep in the woods.

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