Summer Story part 6
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Summer Story
It was quiet for a moment, nothing but ringing in his ears and suddenly sound came rushing back. “Stop, stop it” he heard Lex scream, and then the world blew apart; noise, noise coming from everywhere, bullets were flying and Donny coughed blood on him and dropped to the ground. The hole in his back was huge and Frank yelled out and pulled his own firearm and one of the three black clad figures falling into the room from the shattered window dropped, head an unrecognizable mess.
Whit was screaming at Lex get down, get down, his mouth coppery with blood and fear, his heart was pounding and when Wade was suddenly in his view again he flinched and nearly screamed-- Wade swung him around and pushed him flat to the ground.
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Clark parked away from the busy part of town and sat in the truck. He leaned his head back against the seat, closed his eyes and relaxed, calmed himself as best he could and concentrated on the one sound he’d never mistake for anything else, the sound of Lex’s heart beat.
Nothing at first, and he had to control his anxiety.Lex, Lex, where are you—he stopped. Took a breath and tried again. Lex. There. Faint, but –Lex. He jumped out of the truck and willed himself to walk normally as he pinpointed the direction. Okay, there he is He glanced about quickly to make sure no one was about and then he ran flat out- no enjoyment this time—he didn’t care about observing life slowing outside his bubble of time—it wasn’t filled with silence now, it was filled with the sound of his breath rushing in and out of his lungs, the sound of his own heart pounding in his veins, and the sound of Lex’s, beating fast and faster and louder the closer Clark got. He came to a dead halt outside of a recently renovated factory, and he heard screaming now, Lex and—and Whit… and Wade.
Clark ran forward and skidded across a sea of broken glass, he looked up and saw figures climbing into a smashed open window.
He inhaled deeply, flexed his legs and leaped straight up three floors and grabbed the edge of the window. Horribly, weirdly, he began to laugh, breathy and creaky but he laughed--he felt like Tom Cruise or somebody, some action hero flying in to the rescue-- oh god, I’m freaking, Lex needs me, pull yourself together he yelled silently at himself. Dad wouldn’t crack like this and he was in, rolling on the floor and saw Lex, open mouthed and staring at him in fear, shock and dawning hope.
Lex cried out in wonder, Clark! Clark was here – but what about the police, where were they? He watched in terror as Big Blonde dropped, shot by another man dressed in what looked like a military uniform and he saw Wade leap forward with a hard grin on his face and –and push his arm into the mans chest…is it really happening?
Lex shook his head and backed away moving his hands as if to sweep away the vision of Wade pulling his arm back out and holding a lumpy dripping wet thing in his hand. The man dropped, and Wade whipped around and grabbed him, breathed in his ear. “I always hated you, you little fuck. I’d have killed you a long time ago, but Whit--" he laughed harshly. “It doesn’t matter now.”
He felt something icy cold and so fucking painful push against his chest, he felt the ice slide in and drag the pain with it, and he looked down to see Wades fingers sinking into his chest. In some corner of his mind he knew Whit and Clark were yelling for him and then it was too dark and cold to move anymore..
Whit screamed, "No, please no, Wade-- don’t-- don’t!” and jumped in front of Wade. "Take me, kill me instead please, don’t kill Lex!”
“How about this,” Wade asked with manic cheerfulness, his face split in a huge smile and his eyes wetly glistening,“How about I kill you first and then Lex?”
He dropped Lex and reached for Whit just as Clark caught Lex, he pushed his hand into Whit’s chest and Whit screamed loud, high, a sound that scraped down Clark’s spine and brought Lex back out of his faint.
Whit’s eyes were wide and he grabbed Wade’s shoulders, his mouth open on a scream that got higher and higher and higher. Wade’s first flush of euphoria died—he looked at his hand in Whit’s frantically working chest and choked in fear and yanked it out. Whit’s eyes rolled up and he convulsed and dropped when Wade faltered and let him slip out of his grip.
Wade started moaning, he dropped to the ground next to Whit and begged him not to die.
Clark grabbed Lex and said, “I’ve got to get you out,” and just as he tried to move towards the door, bullets sprayed the room.
Lex knew he and Clark were about to die. He felt horribly sad, sadder than ever in his short life, sad that he made Clark come here to die. Clark didn’t deserve it. He locked eyes with him.
“I love you--” Lex began, Clark staggered and threw his arms around him, curled over him and bullets rocked them back and back and then silence so complete Lex’s first thought was that he’d gone deaf.
Lex gasped, "I'm—we’re not dead,” and Clark looked down at the ring of flattened bits of metal all around them. “No,” he said wryly—and Lex saw his chest was patterned with lots and lots of round bruises, and his shirt was charred and shredded and they really weren’t dead? Clark—Clark stopped the bullets….
Wade jumped up and ran at the man who’d been shooting and was trying to reload, Lex gaped as he shimmered and Lex swore he could see the wall through him momentarily and Wade was diving into the guy, ripping right through him and then-- stopped. The boys could hear wet cracking noises and the shooter shrieked once, and Wade--
Wade was trapped halfway inside the man. His face was a mask of agony and he fountained blood. Lex covered his eyes and tried not to vomit it’snotrealit’snotrealit’snotreal…prayed the image wouldn’t stay in his mind and then the momentum of Wade’s rush sent both of them out the window. to drop three stories to the ground.
Clark ran and leaped out of the window and Lex nearly passed out, Clark! He ran to the window looked over and saw—Clark was standing, he was fine—Clark was fine. Lex’s knees gave way and he dropped to the ground.
Clark landed next to the horrible melded form; horror that compounded when he saw Wade was still alive.
“Please, “he gasped, “pull”—and he raised the one hand that was free. Clark grimaced and grabbed the blood slick hand and pulled. He felt resistance at first and then Wade kind of …slithered loose and lay on the concrete. He groaned, looked up at Clark and his eyes rolled toward the window. He stared at the window, and tears rolled out of his eyes, he seemed to be unaware of them, his breath hissed in and out through his tightly clenched teeth. He whispered, "I wanted…”
He shivered and was gone.
Clark was paralyzed. He’d never seen a dead person; he’d never seen anyone die—god.
He backed up from Wade, shaking his head, just—shaking... the boy’s body was twisted and torn; he looked like the fall might have killed him—if he’d fallen from a hell of a lot higher than this building. He saw Lex’s paper white face at the window and snapped back to reality.
He dashed up the stairs, not willing to take any more chances at getting caught.
Lex was on the floor with Whit’s head in his lap by the time Clark was back in the loft, he was relieved to see tears running steadily from Whit’s eyes. Lex shook his head at him.
“He’s going to be alright, I think, we just need to get out of here.”
Clark nodded and looked around at the death and destruction. “What are we going to do about all this? How can we hide the fact we were here? I don’t want, I *can’t* answer to a lot of questions and stuff….”
“Don’t worry my dad will take care of it,” Lex said grimly and at Clark’s look he laughed bitterly, “Oh not for me, for his own sake.” He snorted and kept on stroking the hair back from Whit’s forehead. Whit turned eyes to Clark. “He’s dead right?”
Clark nodded and Whit shook and tried not to sob aloud. “He tried to kill Lex,” and Clark thought with anger and a touch of sorrow and you, but said nothing.
Whit rose up from Lex’s lap and threw his hand off.
“Did, did he say anything?”
Clark bit his lip and said, “ He said he loved you.” Whit nodded and walked to the door. “Let’s get the fuck out of here “. He looked at the splash of milkshake against the wall, “God, lets get the fuck out!”
ETA:had to fix some boo-boos.
Summer Story
It was quiet for a moment, nothing but ringing in his ears and suddenly sound came rushing back. “Stop, stop it” he heard Lex scream, and then the world blew apart; noise, noise coming from everywhere, bullets were flying and Donny coughed blood on him and dropped to the ground. The hole in his back was huge and Frank yelled out and pulled his own firearm and one of the three black clad figures falling into the room from the shattered window dropped, head an unrecognizable mess.
Whit was screaming at Lex get down, get down, his mouth coppery with blood and fear, his heart was pounding and when Wade was suddenly in his view again he flinched and nearly screamed-- Wade swung him around and pushed him flat to the ground.
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Clark parked away from the busy part of town and sat in the truck. He leaned his head back against the seat, closed his eyes and relaxed, calmed himself as best he could and concentrated on the one sound he’d never mistake for anything else, the sound of Lex’s heart beat.
Nothing at first, and he had to control his anxiety.Lex, Lex, where are you—he stopped. Took a breath and tried again. Lex. There. Faint, but –Lex. He jumped out of the truck and willed himself to walk normally as he pinpointed the direction. Okay, there he is He glanced about quickly to make sure no one was about and then he ran flat out- no enjoyment this time—he didn’t care about observing life slowing outside his bubble of time—it wasn’t filled with silence now, it was filled with the sound of his breath rushing in and out of his lungs, the sound of his own heart pounding in his veins, and the sound of Lex’s, beating fast and faster and louder the closer Clark got. He came to a dead halt outside of a recently renovated factory, and he heard screaming now, Lex and—and Whit… and Wade.
Clark ran forward and skidded across a sea of broken glass, he looked up and saw figures climbing into a smashed open window.
He inhaled deeply, flexed his legs and leaped straight up three floors and grabbed the edge of the window. Horribly, weirdly, he began to laugh, breathy and creaky but he laughed--he felt like Tom Cruise or somebody, some action hero flying in to the rescue-- oh god, I’m freaking, Lex needs me, pull yourself together he yelled silently at himself. Dad wouldn’t crack like this and he was in, rolling on the floor and saw Lex, open mouthed and staring at him in fear, shock and dawning hope.
Lex cried out in wonder, Clark! Clark was here – but what about the police, where were they? He watched in terror as Big Blonde dropped, shot by another man dressed in what looked like a military uniform and he saw Wade leap forward with a hard grin on his face and –and push his arm into the mans chest…is it really happening?
Lex shook his head and backed away moving his hands as if to sweep away the vision of Wade pulling his arm back out and holding a lumpy dripping wet thing in his hand. The man dropped, and Wade whipped around and grabbed him, breathed in his ear. “I always hated you, you little fuck. I’d have killed you a long time ago, but Whit--" he laughed harshly. “It doesn’t matter now.”
He felt something icy cold and so fucking painful push against his chest, he felt the ice slide in and drag the pain with it, and he looked down to see Wades fingers sinking into his chest. In some corner of his mind he knew Whit and Clark were yelling for him and then it was too dark and cold to move anymore..
Whit screamed, "No, please no, Wade-- don’t-- don’t!” and jumped in front of Wade. "Take me, kill me instead please, don’t kill Lex!”
“How about this,” Wade asked with manic cheerfulness, his face split in a huge smile and his eyes wetly glistening,“How about I kill you first and then Lex?”
He dropped Lex and reached for Whit just as Clark caught Lex, he pushed his hand into Whit’s chest and Whit screamed loud, high, a sound that scraped down Clark’s spine and brought Lex back out of his faint.
Whit’s eyes were wide and he grabbed Wade’s shoulders, his mouth open on a scream that got higher and higher and higher. Wade’s first flush of euphoria died—he looked at his hand in Whit’s frantically working chest and choked in fear and yanked it out. Whit’s eyes rolled up and he convulsed and dropped when Wade faltered and let him slip out of his grip.
Wade started moaning, he dropped to the ground next to Whit and begged him not to die.
Clark grabbed Lex and said, “I’ve got to get you out,” and just as he tried to move towards the door, bullets sprayed the room.
Lex knew he and Clark were about to die. He felt horribly sad, sadder than ever in his short life, sad that he made Clark come here to die. Clark didn’t deserve it. He locked eyes with him.
“I love you--” Lex began, Clark staggered and threw his arms around him, curled over him and bullets rocked them back and back and then silence so complete Lex’s first thought was that he’d gone deaf.
Lex gasped, "I'm—we’re not dead,” and Clark looked down at the ring of flattened bits of metal all around them. “No,” he said wryly—and Lex saw his chest was patterned with lots and lots of round bruises, and his shirt was charred and shredded and they really weren’t dead? Clark—Clark stopped the bullets….
Wade jumped up and ran at the man who’d been shooting and was trying to reload, Lex gaped as he shimmered and Lex swore he could see the wall through him momentarily and Wade was diving into the guy, ripping right through him and then-- stopped. The boys could hear wet cracking noises and the shooter shrieked once, and Wade--
Wade was trapped halfway inside the man. His face was a mask of agony and he fountained blood. Lex covered his eyes and tried not to vomit it’snotrealit’snotrealit’snotreal…prayed the image wouldn’t stay in his mind and then the momentum of Wade’s rush sent both of them out the window. to drop three stories to the ground.
Clark ran and leaped out of the window and Lex nearly passed out, Clark! He ran to the window looked over and saw—Clark was standing, he was fine—Clark was fine. Lex’s knees gave way and he dropped to the ground.
Clark landed next to the horrible melded form; horror that compounded when he saw Wade was still alive.
“Please, “he gasped, “pull”—and he raised the one hand that was free. Clark grimaced and grabbed the blood slick hand and pulled. He felt resistance at first and then Wade kind of …slithered loose and lay on the concrete. He groaned, looked up at Clark and his eyes rolled toward the window. He stared at the window, and tears rolled out of his eyes, he seemed to be unaware of them, his breath hissed in and out through his tightly clenched teeth. He whispered, "I wanted…”
He shivered and was gone.
Clark was paralyzed. He’d never seen a dead person; he’d never seen anyone die—god.
He backed up from Wade, shaking his head, just—shaking... the boy’s body was twisted and torn; he looked like the fall might have killed him—if he’d fallen from a hell of a lot higher than this building. He saw Lex’s paper white face at the window and snapped back to reality.
He dashed up the stairs, not willing to take any more chances at getting caught.
Lex was on the floor with Whit’s head in his lap by the time Clark was back in the loft, he was relieved to see tears running steadily from Whit’s eyes. Lex shook his head at him.
“He’s going to be alright, I think, we just need to get out of here.”
Clark nodded and looked around at the death and destruction. “What are we going to do about all this? How can we hide the fact we were here? I don’t want, I *can’t* answer to a lot of questions and stuff….”
“Don’t worry my dad will take care of it,” Lex said grimly and at Clark’s look he laughed bitterly, “Oh not for me, for his own sake.” He snorted and kept on stroking the hair back from Whit’s forehead. Whit turned eyes to Clark. “He’s dead right?”
Clark nodded and Whit shook and tried not to sob aloud. “He tried to kill Lex,” and Clark thought with anger and a touch of sorrow and you, but said nothing.
Whit rose up from Lex’s lap and threw his hand off.
“Did, did he say anything?”
Clark bit his lip and said, “ He said he loved you.” Whit nodded and walked to the door. “Let’s get the fuck out of here “. He looked at the splash of milkshake against the wall, “God, lets get the fuck out!”
ETA:had to fix some boo-boos.
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(no subject)
12/13/04 11:07 pm (UTC)I'm so glad I was out Christmas shopping and didn't get back until you had made this second post. If I had only been able to read the one that ended with "late for work" I might have screamed!
Yay! Clark to the rescue! And Wade is dead! And Lex and Whitney are alive! And now they need to runrunrun!
Oh god, poor Whit! I hope his little epiphany has a lasting impact on his thinking. He needs therapy. Or maybe Sam. I'm not sure about Sam. I'm wondering if his closeted ass doesn't need some therapy too.
And if Clark doesn't tell Lex The Truth, I will break both my hands smacking him around. ;)
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12/14/04 04:40 am (UTC)*sigh* I'll kind of miss torturing Wade though...
(no subject)
12/14/04 04:49 am (UTC)Good! I expect that will be an emotionally fiery scene. I'm looking forward to more Lexian displays of temper. *g*
*sigh* I'll kind of miss torturing Wade though...
Wade was a great character. May he rest more peacefully than he lived.
And may Whit get the fuck over him really, really quickly. And, please god and roxy, find someone who doesn't beat the crap out of him for a change. *sigh* Poor boy. He needs someone to heal his wounded soul.
(no subject)
12/14/04 04:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/13/04 11:12 pm (UTC)*sobs*
Damnit.
All the lies...
*sigh*
Why are so many stories based on, centered around, and driven by lies?
*stab stab*
*hugs you*
Love you, deari-o.
(no subject)
12/14/04 04:41 am (UTC)Kind of--and truth will come out of it, it just takes a while,, not to worry1 Remember, Queen of Happy Endings here! *bigsmile*
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12/14/04 04:57 am (UTC)*sobs*
It's noooooooooooot!!!
*clicks refresh madly*
Hell of a way
12/14/04 01:54 am (UTC)Excellent as always.
*hugs*
Re: Hell of a way
12/14/04 04:42 am (UTC)And many, many thanks! *squeeze!*
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12/14/04 02:10 am (UTC)Not your story, sweetie. The gross bits, like what happened to Wade. :shudders:
Though I'm always up for ripping someone's still-beating heart out of hir chest. I'm weird that way.
Well, within reason. It depends on whom the someone is, I guess.
And borrowing a thought from
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12/14/04 04:45 am (UTC)Everyone is going to need thereapy, eh? *shrugs* It's a hard knock life, living in Smallville.
Trufflee to sooth your troubled heart, my love? *hugs*
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12/14/04 05:16 am (UTC)I hoped it would.
Trufflee to sooth your troubled heart, my love? *hugs*
Mmm. Don't mind if I do.
You know what would go great with these truffles?
CLex smoochies.
(no subject)
12/14/04 05:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/14/04 06:52 am (UTC)Awww! *hugs* Clark.
And Lex said it to Clark! And Lex knows about Clark! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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12/14/04 07:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/14/04 07:14 am (UTC)Loving it!
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12/14/04 07:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/14/04 08:48 am (UTC)I hated Wade, but he was fucked up, and did care about Whit in a strange way. I'm still relieved that he's dead though, it might be the only way to keep Whit safe.
Good work, honey!
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12/14/04 11:36 pm (UTC)(Pssst! i'll miss ole' wade....)
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12/15/04 03:43 am (UTC)and yet, Wah! D:
Poor, poor Whit. Poor, stoopid boy. And Clark's lying about Wade. And strawberry milkshakes. *sniffle*
You know what he needs? Mr Dourdan. :)
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12/15/04 04:35 am (UTC)You know what he needs? Mr Dourdan. :)
*hugsqueezes you again*
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12/21/04 12:56 am (UTC)Yay, Whitney, for trying to do the right thing. Lovely end for Wade, who was messed up, but wanted to do right by Whitney in the end. Love may not conquer all, but Wade did love Whitney enough to die for him. And that's something beautiful that I hope Whitney recalls later.
*giggles* Okay, you hit a kink of mine. Lex in a cage. Yummy. I wish the rescue scene could have been more drawn out, but all the blood and bodies were sort of in the way of romantic smoochies.
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12/21/04 03:59 am (UTC)Thanks, yeah, he did die for him, and Whit *will* think about it later. Wade was screwed up but Whit was important to him.
Ah. Lex in a cage. Girl, I had to cut that short or it would have been thousands of words about Lex-- in a cage...and stuff. *sigh* Believe me, I hear yah. *G*
thanks for the really uplifting and couldn't have come at a better moment feedback!*hug*
(no subject)
12/24/04 05:26 pm (UTC)I'm so relieved Wade is finally, permanently out of Whit's life! Now Lex and Clark just have to chill out!
Oh. And Whit has to figure shit out. But's hardly worth mentioning, right?
Excellent section!