Spam...Or Fic? Part One!
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roxyPart one being Our Little Smallville Gang
Summer Story part three that I 'll come up with a title for some day!
This is what came before.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Tree:part one
Clark, Lex and Whitney were pushing through the underbrush, exhausted from walking ‘just a bit further’ as Whitney kept insisting for what seemed like miles to Lex. At least this deep in the woods, it felt cooler by far than it had on the road. Sometimes Lex thought the heat was punishment designed by some evil cosmic deity just to torture him—some disembodied d voice somewhere in the cosmos bellowing, “Melt Alexander Luthor’s ass, it hath offended me!” He was just getting to the point where he was about to give Whitney his own taste of cosmic retribution, when Whitney finally stopped and in an entirely too chipper voice claimed that they’d reached the place he was looking for.
Lex groaned: “Thank god. Whit, you idiot, I was about to kill you.” He dropped down to the ground next to Clark and looked around. “We came all this distance through the woods to what, look at more woods?” And then he whined, dropping his head against Clark’s thigh. “Clark, kill him for me please.”
“Har de har,” Whit sneered at Lex. He searched for a gap in the weeds and vines that covered the tumbled down structure Lex chose to ignore.
Clark looked down at him fondly, and snorted, amused when Lex began to make dirge-like noises to express his boredom. The building looked completely overgrown, but the weeds and vines had been carefully trimmed around one part and a faint trail of cigarette butts and cans was evident. He could even see traces of old fires.
“ Here’s the doorway, you big fuckin’ babies,” Whitney crowed. “Come take a look.”
Clark and Lex began to move forward. Suddenly, Clark felt a wave of illness roll over him. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before. His belly rumbled and felt like it was being squeezed flat, his legs trembled so bad, and his mouth watered unpleasantly, as though it were getting ready for a backward journey of the food he’d eaten earlier. He panted. Breathing hurt, his head hurt, there were flashes of light at the edges of his eyes and they were strobbing in time to what felt like his brain slamming against the sides of his skull. He gasped aloud at the pain and Lex shot to his feet.
“Clark, Clark, holy shit, you look—sit down, come on.” Lex grabbed his arm and it hurt, hurt so bad that Clark staggered away from him, and fell back against a fallen tree. Suddenly, he felt better. His vision cleared and the pounding pain in his head eased, enough for him to be able to draw a shaky breath. Lex’s worry eased a bit when he saw color returning to Clark’ face.
“Fuck Clark. You scared the hell out of me.” Lex was kneeling in front of him, a hand on his thigh.
Whit was hanging over his shoulder, looking a little scared. “Are you sure you’re ok, Kent? You really looked like shit. You do look better now … we can go if you want, though.”
“No, no. I’m ok-- I’m ok now, but if you don’t mind, I’m just gonna sit here for a bit. Go ahead. I’m ok. Really.”
The two reluctantly left Clark where he was, after he swore that he was fine. He watched them leave and gave in to the worry that crowded against the edge of his mind. What the hell was that? He was never sick, never. His mom had told him about childhood illness, fever or upset stomach, or cuts and bruises and it was always like hearing stories about a stranger, nothing to do with him, but this pain, this horrible feeling—he sat still with his hands cradling his belly and watched the place where his friends had vanished to.
Lex and Whitney walked through the narrow entranceway and stepped out into a space lit by the absence of most of the roofing. Lex saw that it had been a factory once. There were rusted out carcasses of machinery and piles of rotting material in the corners. Someone had broken open barrels of some awful smelling viscous stuff, it was everywhere, and pieces of what looked like furniture were scattered about. Away from the mess, in the opposite corner, there was a pile of cushions and what looked like a blanket—and condom wrappers, empty bottles. Lex looked at Whit and snorted.
“Well. I guess I know how it is you know about this place, hanh Whit.”
Whitney flipped him off casually as he kicked the cushions and blanket apart. “I think I lost my house key in here yesterday. I can’t ask Asshole for a new key. I’ll be back, I’m going to look up in the loft.”
Lex eyed the metal staircase and loft area suspiciously. “ Damn, you think that’s safe? It doesn’t’ look safe to me, Whit,” he said. A feeling of dark foreboding squeezed his gut and he did not want to be there. It wasn’t cool, it was damn scary and he wanted out. He told Whit as much, but Whitney was in one of his stubborn moods and insisted he needed to find his key. “Fine you look for the damn key, I’m going out to check on Clark,” Lex said, feeling apprehensive.
Whit nodded and sprinted for the stairs. “I won’t be long, ok? Tell him it won’t be a minute!”
Lex headed back for the opening, more and more anxious to get out of the gloomy ruin, and stopped—he’d heard voices—and an angry group of boys were in front of him
“Hey! What the fuck are you doing in here,” one of the boys yelled. Lex backed up looking for a way out that didn’t require going through the kids glaring at him.
“Nothing,” he said. “I’m leaving.”
And one of the boys came flying at him, knocking him into a little heap of green stones that seemed to almost glow in the dim light. Another boy flung his cigarette into the corner after Lex and was getting ready to hit him or kick him when a soft rushing sound made him stop and look slightly past Lex. His eyes widened. “Oh shit!” he cursed, backing away.
The mattress and the rags had caught fire, and that quickly were in flames. One of the boys yelled something about ‘the gas’ and bolted, the others pelting after him. Lex thought what gasoline—and his world exploded.
Whitney heard shouting and growled, “Oh shit. Those jerks are back.” The guys who planned to burn down the school seemed to spend most of the time huffing all their flammable substances. Jerks. Some one’s going to end up dead in here, he thought to himself. He debated going back downstairs, Red could handle himself, but still. And the shouting escalated. Mind made up, he turned towards the stairs. Hearing yells and screaming, he ran and could see flames on the floor below as he skidded towards the steps. He could see Lex on the ground, surrounded by flame. The screams had been Lex’s. Whitney bounded down the steps, shouting for Clark.
Clark opened his eyes and saw a couple of kids running like crazy away from the building, and heard shouts. Lex and Whitney—he leaped to his feet and ran towards the building, every step driving glass into his bones and into his head, but he kept going. He dragged himself into the doorway, unable to go any further. It was as if there were an invisible fence, a horribly painful barrier keeping him back.
Whitney looked up and yelled, “Thank god, Clark! Help me!” He was trying to roll Lex up in the rags of a blanket, trying to drag Lex out and avoid the fire. He looked panicked and terrified, ready to cry. And Red was clutching his face, he was on fire...
Clark stood shocked, frozen in horror. Whitney screamed and screamed at him, yanking Lex towards the door, closer, closer. He could hear Lex moaning now, and see that he was covered in something. It was soot and dirt and some green powdery stuff and he was going to vomit.
“Help me! Help me, you fucking coward!” Whit was screaming, but he was close now and Clark reached out to grab Lex and—
“ I can’t! I can’t!”
He couldn’t touch him, and the fire was moving closer and he could see Whit’s eyes cutting into him. They were full of contempt.
“Clark, help me,” Lex moaned. Clark’s mouth dropped open in horror, he watched as Lex’s skin seemed to lift up, his arms, his hands-oh god, he looked like he’d been boiled and his hair—the smell….
Whit’s screaming grabbed his attention, “ Get in here and help, you asshole!”
And Then Whit was through the door and Lex was so hurt and—Clark staggered away from him and threw up violently, retched and retched until his head spun and he gasped for breath while Whit pulled Lex farther away from the building.
Whit looked at him from across the small clearing and growled, “Get help. Do something useful. I’ll stay here with Red.”
Clark spun around and ran, ran faster than he ever had before.
to be continued
Summer Story part three that I 'll come up with a title for some day!
This is what came before.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Tree:part one
Clark, Lex and Whitney were pushing through the underbrush, exhausted from walking ‘just a bit further’ as Whitney kept insisting for what seemed like miles to Lex. At least this deep in the woods, it felt cooler by far than it had on the road. Sometimes Lex thought the heat was punishment designed by some evil cosmic deity just to torture him—some disembodied d voice somewhere in the cosmos bellowing, “Melt Alexander Luthor’s ass, it hath offended me!” He was just getting to the point where he was about to give Whitney his own taste of cosmic retribution, when Whitney finally stopped and in an entirely too chipper voice claimed that they’d reached the place he was looking for.
Lex groaned: “Thank god. Whit, you idiot, I was about to kill you.” He dropped down to the ground next to Clark and looked around. “We came all this distance through the woods to what, look at more woods?” And then he whined, dropping his head against Clark’s thigh. “Clark, kill him for me please.”
“Har de har,” Whit sneered at Lex. He searched for a gap in the weeds and vines that covered the tumbled down structure Lex chose to ignore.
Clark looked down at him fondly, and snorted, amused when Lex began to make dirge-like noises to express his boredom. The building looked completely overgrown, but the weeds and vines had been carefully trimmed around one part and a faint trail of cigarette butts and cans was evident. He could even see traces of old fires.
“ Here’s the doorway, you big fuckin’ babies,” Whitney crowed. “Come take a look.”
Clark and Lex began to move forward. Suddenly, Clark felt a wave of illness roll over him. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before. His belly rumbled and felt like it was being squeezed flat, his legs trembled so bad, and his mouth watered unpleasantly, as though it were getting ready for a backward journey of the food he’d eaten earlier. He panted. Breathing hurt, his head hurt, there were flashes of light at the edges of his eyes and they were strobbing in time to what felt like his brain slamming against the sides of his skull. He gasped aloud at the pain and Lex shot to his feet.
“Clark, Clark, holy shit, you look—sit down, come on.” Lex grabbed his arm and it hurt, hurt so bad that Clark staggered away from him, and fell back against a fallen tree. Suddenly, he felt better. His vision cleared and the pounding pain in his head eased, enough for him to be able to draw a shaky breath. Lex’s worry eased a bit when he saw color returning to Clark’ face.
“Fuck Clark. You scared the hell out of me.” Lex was kneeling in front of him, a hand on his thigh.
Whit was hanging over his shoulder, looking a little scared. “Are you sure you’re ok, Kent? You really looked like shit. You do look better now … we can go if you want, though.”
“No, no. I’m ok-- I’m ok now, but if you don’t mind, I’m just gonna sit here for a bit. Go ahead. I’m ok. Really.”
The two reluctantly left Clark where he was, after he swore that he was fine. He watched them leave and gave in to the worry that crowded against the edge of his mind. What the hell was that? He was never sick, never. His mom had told him about childhood illness, fever or upset stomach, or cuts and bruises and it was always like hearing stories about a stranger, nothing to do with him, but this pain, this horrible feeling—he sat still with his hands cradling his belly and watched the place where his friends had vanished to.
Lex and Whitney walked through the narrow entranceway and stepped out into a space lit by the absence of most of the roofing. Lex saw that it had been a factory once. There were rusted out carcasses of machinery and piles of rotting material in the corners. Someone had broken open barrels of some awful smelling viscous stuff, it was everywhere, and pieces of what looked like furniture were scattered about. Away from the mess, in the opposite corner, there was a pile of cushions and what looked like a blanket—and condom wrappers, empty bottles. Lex looked at Whit and snorted.
“Well. I guess I know how it is you know about this place, hanh Whit.”
Whitney flipped him off casually as he kicked the cushions and blanket apart. “I think I lost my house key in here yesterday. I can’t ask Asshole for a new key. I’ll be back, I’m going to look up in the loft.”
Lex eyed the metal staircase and loft area suspiciously. “ Damn, you think that’s safe? It doesn’t’ look safe to me, Whit,” he said. A feeling of dark foreboding squeezed his gut and he did not want to be there. It wasn’t cool, it was damn scary and he wanted out. He told Whit as much, but Whitney was in one of his stubborn moods and insisted he needed to find his key. “Fine you look for the damn key, I’m going out to check on Clark,” Lex said, feeling apprehensive.
Whit nodded and sprinted for the stairs. “I won’t be long, ok? Tell him it won’t be a minute!”
Lex headed back for the opening, more and more anxious to get out of the gloomy ruin, and stopped—he’d heard voices—and an angry group of boys were in front of him
“Hey! What the fuck are you doing in here,” one of the boys yelled. Lex backed up looking for a way out that didn’t require going through the kids glaring at him.
“Nothing,” he said. “I’m leaving.”
And one of the boys came flying at him, knocking him into a little heap of green stones that seemed to almost glow in the dim light. Another boy flung his cigarette into the corner after Lex and was getting ready to hit him or kick him when a soft rushing sound made him stop and look slightly past Lex. His eyes widened. “Oh shit!” he cursed, backing away.
The mattress and the rags had caught fire, and that quickly were in flames. One of the boys yelled something about ‘the gas’ and bolted, the others pelting after him. Lex thought what gasoline—and his world exploded.
Whitney heard shouting and growled, “Oh shit. Those jerks are back.” The guys who planned to burn down the school seemed to spend most of the time huffing all their flammable substances. Jerks. Some one’s going to end up dead in here, he thought to himself. He debated going back downstairs, Red could handle himself, but still. And the shouting escalated. Mind made up, he turned towards the stairs. Hearing yells and screaming, he ran and could see flames on the floor below as he skidded towards the steps. He could see Lex on the ground, surrounded by flame. The screams had been Lex’s. Whitney bounded down the steps, shouting for Clark.
Clark opened his eyes and saw a couple of kids running like crazy away from the building, and heard shouts. Lex and Whitney—he leaped to his feet and ran towards the building, every step driving glass into his bones and into his head, but he kept going. He dragged himself into the doorway, unable to go any further. It was as if there were an invisible fence, a horribly painful barrier keeping him back.
Whitney looked up and yelled, “Thank god, Clark! Help me!” He was trying to roll Lex up in the rags of a blanket, trying to drag Lex out and avoid the fire. He looked panicked and terrified, ready to cry. And Red was clutching his face, he was on fire...
Clark stood shocked, frozen in horror. Whitney screamed and screamed at him, yanking Lex towards the door, closer, closer. He could hear Lex moaning now, and see that he was covered in something. It was soot and dirt and some green powdery stuff and he was going to vomit.
“Help me! Help me, you fucking coward!” Whit was screaming, but he was close now and Clark reached out to grab Lex and—
“ I can’t! I can’t!”
He couldn’t touch him, and the fire was moving closer and he could see Whit’s eyes cutting into him. They were full of contempt.
“Clark, help me,” Lex moaned. Clark’s mouth dropped open in horror, he watched as Lex’s skin seemed to lift up, his arms, his hands-oh god, he looked like he’d been boiled and his hair—the smell….
Whit’s screaming grabbed his attention, “ Get in here and help, you asshole!”
And Then Whit was through the door and Lex was so hurt and—Clark staggered away from him and threw up violently, retched and retched until his head spun and he gasped for breath while Whit pulled Lex farther away from the building.
Whit looked at him from across the small clearing and growled, “Get help. Do something useful. I’ll stay here with Red.”
Clark spun around and ran, ran faster than he ever had before.
to be continued
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