Kryptonite Cold #1 Cold Revenge

Chapter Five

It startled Martha awake for the second time, when she felt something warm and heavy over her shoulders. As the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped more since she'd been asleep, she'd just about missed it when she saw Kenneth. In his arms was a large blanket, white with black stripes running down the middle. As Kenneth struggled to carry it, he threw it to the ground. With a thud, the blanket fell to the ground, which reminded Martha of a brick. The blanket didn't seem heavy, but it certainty seemed warm. As she shifted, she noticed a blanket that resembled the black and white one placed over her. The blanket was big enough to cover her entire body, and it did. Melting into it, she tried her best to get her face covered. Every breath she took came out frosty and cold. So, she was happy to get the chance to breathe, and have it come out warm. As she sat there, she noticed the feeling returning to her fingertips, and as she felt less tired, she kept her eyes in front of her.

Where she saw Kenneth standing over Clark, with the warm, cozy, blanket. Kneeling down next to Clark, with the blanket in his arms, he placed it on top of him. The blanket covered most of his body, expect his shoulders, chest, and face. His shoulders still had bits of snow on them, and his shoes stuck out from under the blanket, since his legs were too long to be covered, completely, from the angle the blanket had been positioned.

''Why are you helping us?'' Martha asked. Kenneth turned to look at her past his shoulder and sighed.

''I didn't think you'd be awake......I was trying to be quiet, so you wouldn't notice me.'' he replied. ''Go back to sleep.''

''Why are you helping us?'' Martha repeated.

''Don't you ever stop talking? I liked you better when you were unconscious.'' Kenneth rolled his eyes before standing up.

''Since you seem to be helping us, could you please take the kryptonite away from my son, he's been exposed for so many hours, I fear he'll die, if it stays there for any longer.'' Martha pleaded.

''Just because I'm keeping you warm, doesn't mean I'm a good guy. You seemed to have forgotten who brought you here, who caused all of this, who dumped snow on you, and kept you tied up in a freezing cold warehouse. I intend to have Jonathon watch both of you die, if his son is first to go? Even better.'' Kenneth chuckled. ''Don't forget who the captor here is, Mrs.Kent.''

As warm as she felt now, Martha felt half of her energy returning, her breath was still just as frosty as it had been, before the blanket had been placed on her, but she felt a little more aware of herself, and her surroundings. Since most of the feeling had returned to her fingers, she tried to rip the tape again. Twisting her wrists, left and right, as the tape around her hands seemed less hard now, she fought against her restraints. It was now or never if she wanted to escape.

And as she kept on twisting and twisting, hoping the tape would break, her eyes were glued on Clark. His condition was only growing worse by the minute. The longer he stayed with the piece of meter taped around his head, the worse he'd get. The sweat around his face, neck, and cheeks would only freeze, the colder it got.....and once that happened, the blanket, and the two jackets would become useless. Clark wouldn't be there anymore to use them. He'd die....

Twisting and twisting till her fingers became numb, she felt an even stronger breeze of air pour down on her from the ceiling. And mixed in with the breeze was heavy snow. It landed all around her, even some that had landed in her eye, which caused her to blind rapidly, as she tried to reclaim her vision.

Pressing her knees together, she tried twisting the tape. Somewhere where there was tape, one piece had to break? There had to be at least one piece that was weaker than all the others.

''What're you doing?''

Martha looked up painfully as she caught Kenneth's blue/green eyes. Staring at her with an odd expression, he approached her slowly.

''My sons dying........did you just expect me to sit here and allow that to happen?'' Martha replied.

''No, not at all. I'm just surprised you don't seem bothered by the temperature anymore. Could it be because of the blanket? Really must be working.....but how well do you think Clark's will continue keeping him warm, with a new mountain of snow? Give it five, maybe even ten minutes?''

''Stop, just stop! Leave Clark alone! If you want someone to test your theory on, use me! Just leave him alone!'' Martha shouted, her voice breaking as she sobbed slowly. ''Just leave us alone....''

Martha's eyes widened when she heard the sound of screeching tires come to a stop. and roaring headlights came paring in through the small windows on top of the door. Kenneth who looked impressed with himself, slowly walked the rest of the way, towards Martha. Standing right next to her, a piece of the large blanket, in his hand, like he was going to pull it off her, at any moment. Watching with both eyes, on the door, she prayed, it was Jonathon. How she prayed deeply, that her husband had finally found her.

''Here comes the excuse to throw a welcome back party.'' Kenneth whispered.