Just as Amy stood frozen in panic, a knock came at the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Amy, are you in there?" Clark's voice called from outside.
Amy's heart tightened instantly.
She quickly wiped her mouth, trying to clean herself up, then stood stiffly in place.
"I'm not here," she blurted out, voice tense and unnatural. "It's not me, it's just a bit inconvenient right now, Clark, you should go back."
From inside the room, she glanced nervously at the body on the floor, grabbing a towel and throwing it over it as if that could erase the situation.
"I'm fine!" she added quickly. "Just, just give me a minute."
"Amy, are you okay?" Clark asked again, concern sharpening his tone.
"I said I'm fine," she insisted, voice cracking slightly.
Her hands shook as she adjusted the towel covering the body, but the motion only made things worse. She hesitated, then pulled it back for a second.
The purple discolored face was fully visible.
Amy screamed.
"Ah!"
That single scream changed everything.
Clark reacted instantly. The door burst open before she could stop him.
"Amy!"
He stepped inside and immediately saw the body on the floor.
His expression changed.
"This is…"
His eyes locked onto the corpse, alert and focused.
Amy's face went pale.
"I don't know him," she rushed out. "It's not my fault, I just, I just pushed him once, that's all, he just fell, I didn't kill him, I didn't!"
Panic took over her voice as she stumbled backward toward the exit.
Before Clark could respond, she turned and ran.
Clark didn't chase her immediately. He crouched beside the body, checking for signs of life, his expression tightening as he confirmed the situation.
Amy, meanwhile, ran blindly through the streets, her breath uneven, her thoughts spiraling. She wasn't thinking clearly anymore, only of escape.
Dark clouds began to roll across the sky, swallowing the city's light. The air pressure dropped, and thunder echoed in the distance.
A storm was coming.
But Amy kept running.
Then a blur of motion appeared behind her.
Clark.
He followed at a distance, worry etched into his expression as he tracked her path through the city.
Amy reached an abandoned park, where an old metal sculpture stood under the darkening sky.
A sudden flash split the clouds.
Lightning struck nearby.
The explosion of light and sound made Amy scream and stumble back in fear.
Clark moved instantly.
But as he neared the metal structure, something changed.
A strange weakness hit him all at once.
His strength drained as if pulled away, and his body slowed. He staggered, one hand bracing against the sculpture to stay upright.
"No…" he muttered.
"Amy!" he called out weakly.
Amy turned and saw him struggling.
"Clark!"
She rushed back without hesitation, ignoring the storm above.
Another lightning strike came down.
Boom.
It hit the metal sculpture directly.
The structure split apart under the impact.
The shockwave threw both of them backward.
Clark hit the ground hard, gritting his teeth in pain.
Amy was also thrown back, rolling across the ground.
For a moment, everything was chaos.
Then silence.
Clark forced himself up slightly, but what he saw made him freeze.
Amy was standing.
Not just standing, she was holding part of the shattered metal sculpture.
It weighed hundreds of kilograms, yet she lifted it as if it had no weight at all.
Even Amy seemed stunned by her own strength. She slowly lowered it to the ground, staring at her hands.
"I…"
Her voice trembled. "What's happening to me?"
Clark exhaled slowly, recognizing the signs immediately.
"It's the lightning," he said. "And the kryptonite in that sculpture. It changed something in you."
Amy frowned.
"Kryptonite?"
Clark nodded.
"It reacts with my biology in strange ways. Sometimes it transfers aspects of my abilities."
Amy looked down at her hands again.
"I gained your power?"
"It has happened before," Clark said carefully. "It doesn't always last, but while it does, you'll have abilities similar to mine."
Amy didn't wait.
She ran.
In an instant, she vanished.
A blur tore across the street, faster than anything human.
Clark followed immediately, though even he felt something off. His own strength felt slightly diminished, as if part of him had been taken.
Amy reappeared several blocks away, laughing in disbelief.
"I can move so fast," she said, eyes wide. "Everything slows down. It's like the world is standing still."
Clark caught up, serious.
"Amy, you need to be careful. It took me a long time to control this."
Amy didn't listen.
She vanished again, returning in less than a second.
"I just went to that sandwich shop I always wanted to try," she said excitedly.
Clark exhaled sharply.
"This isn't a game. You don't understand the risks yet."
Amy slowed slightly but didn't lose her excitement.
"But it feels amazing," she admitted. "I can do anything."
Clark shook his head.
"That power can hurt people if you lose control. We need to figure out how to stop it or stabilize it."
Amy's expression softened for a moment, then turned uneasy.
"I think I might have killed someone," she said quietly.
Clark immediately stepped closer.
"I checked the body," he said. "It wasn't your punch. It looks like a medical episode."
Amy blinked.
"Really?"
"Yes," Clark confirmed. "It wasn't you."
Relief hit her instantly.
"I'm not a murderer," she said, almost laughing in disbelief. Then she suddenly hugged Clark. "I'm not a murderer."
Clark hesitated for a moment, then gently patted her back.
"We should go back," he said.
Amy nodded.
As they walked away from the storm, she glanced at her hands again, her expression shifting into determination.
"I'll return this power to you," she said quietly.
Clark didn't answer immediately.
But he heard her.
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