Dis Pater part 12
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roxy*panting* Boy, this stuff is hard...*pout*
So, I lurch along with Dis Pater...the story that's breaking my brain. I hate my logic land mines! Why can't I see these things *before* I'm ten thousand words into a damn story. It's actually making me sit bolt upright deep in the night, sweating and asking myself, "Why did Lionel send the two of them off to a strange place in the hinterlands with no supervision? Why? WHY??!!"
*sigh...takes out tap shoes, polishes them* It's going to be one hell of a dance.
Previous Parts are here,reading your tea leaves. They said forget those long range vacation plans--you better just plan a weekender.
Dis Pater
Whitney had a pitchfork in his hand and a worried look on his face when Clark got to the loft where Lana said something troubling was happening. Clark hoped it was just some kids screwing around, but no such luck. “Something weird is going on Clark," Whitney said as he came close. Lucas was breathing down his neck while he checked the loft area. Suddenly Whitney yelled, “Got him!” and yanked a tarp up, revealing a man huddled under it.
Clark had recognized Earl immediately. He’d called Whitney off and asked the man what he was doing hiding in the loft for heavens sake. Earl claimed he had to see his dad, because he was the only one he trusted, and then he’d gone into some kind of seizure and even worse, when Clark tried to touch him, he reacted to Earl like he was meteor rock—between the night in the emergency, and the cops and then mom and dad coming home just in time to watch him speed clean the house—he felt a little guilty to be glad that Earl took their minds off his stupidity. Well, almost…he was grounded into the next centaury.
Gabe Sullivan came out to meet the students and of course embarrassed Chloe because that was the law, parents *had* to embarrass their kids…
Clark thought about Earl and his claims he got sick from Level Three of the plant—could it be possible? What the heck, he might as well ask. He raised his hand and when Gabe acknowledged him asked, “Is there a level three in the plant?”
“Yes, yes there is,” Gabe answered, and Clark felt a wash of surprise—Earl was telling the truth—
“It’s where we do our alien autopsies.”
Clark blushed and shivered a little and Chloe rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage him.”
Gabe pointed in the direction away from the doors. “This way everybody and let’s stay together.” They began herding them down a hallway and Clark followed along until he saw a door marked ‘Authorized Personal Only’. Seemed as good a place as any to start. He slipped through before anyone could see him and was gone.
******
Lucas looked around for Clark but couldn’t see him. He wondered how the kid could have slipped off so quickly and without *him* noticing…pretty damn good. On a par with him for sure…Clark really was an interesting kid. Maybe he should look for him, maybe he was hiding out in some dark private place… Gabe’s voice broke in on his musing.
“…Trust me the results can be pretty explosive. So if any of you had beans for lunch, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Chloe glanced at Lucas. “Among his peers he’s considered witty.” Lucas smiled, trying to cover the fact he had *no* idea what she was talking about.
Where was Clark?
There was a commotion at the end of the hall and suddenly the guy they’d found in Clark’s barn last night was standing there waving a gun at Chloe’s dad. What the hell! He began yelling at Mr. Sullivan, yelling about a Level Three. Lucas stopped and frowned, wait, hadn’t Clark asked about the same thing? —he glanced around quickly, everyone pretty much was scared shitless but not panicking—yet.
“Everybody sit down,” the man yelled, he was sweating, shaking, his eyes were darting around, and he was obviously at the end of his rope.
“Get against the wall,” he gestured with the gun and everyone shuffled quickly backward until they were huddled against the wall, muffled crying coming from some of the students, the teachers and the aides looking frightened but trying for calm, trying to maintain control.
Lucas edged closer to Whitney and Lana, pulling Chloe with him. Pete, another friend of Clark’s , reached out and took Chloe’s other hand as Lucas brought her near.
“What the fuck is going on?” Pete asked, “That—that’s Earl Jenkins, he used to work for Clark’s dad. He looks like he’s gone crazy!”
Lucas looked back at the adults just as Earl jammed the gun harder against Mr. Sullivan’s neck. “What happened to it?” he was yelling.
“I don’t know anything about a Level Three,” Gabe gasped. Lucas had to admire the way he tried to keep it together, even though he obviously wanted to pee himself. He edged a little closer to the pair. Whitney glanced his way and narrowed his eyes, looking back at Earl and Gabe. Whit eased his way next to him and he turned to speak to Whit and suddenly Clark was standing there. “Earl! He’s not lying! I found these blueprints--there is no level Three!”
Clark waved a roll of blueprints at the man. Earl took them and pulled the roll open.
He looked at the spread sheets and Clark could see fear and frustration twist his expression. “Every night,” he ground out between grit teeth, “I go down to Level Two, follow the red pipes, go through the door and I take the elevator to Level Three.” He stared a minute before whipping his head toward Clark. “You’re just like everyone else,” he shouted. “Now get over there with the rest and you—sit-down!”
******
Lex pulled up to and through the gate. He couldn’t believe what was happening. A hostage situation at the plant? What the fuck was going on in there?—shit! Lucas—
He stepped out of his car and looked behind him at the frantic parents standing out side the security gate. Mr. And Mrs. Kent were standing on the other side the fence, and he motioned then in, telling the guard to admit them. Mr. Kent asked him brusquely what was happening and Lex said, “Some lunatic’s inside, demanding to be taken to some place called Level Three. We’ve managed to evacuate the plant but he’s taken the students hostage.”
Martha looked worried and asked, “Is anyone…hurt?” and Jonathan asked, "Do we know who it is?” Lex answered them both as he ushered them into the area where the police and plant security had set up monitors and a staging point. “No one’s hurt at this point and the man’s name is Earl Jenkins.”
Jonathan stopped. “Earl? Earl Jenkins—he used to work for us--”
Lex asked, “Really? Well what’s he doing in my plant?” he slipped on an earpiece and looked at Jonathan.
Jonathan leaned his head back and stared at Lex. “Well, *last* night, he was in the hospital—I spoke to him there, he claims Luthorcorp is doing some crop experiments on a secret Level Three, and it’s made him sick. He’s convinced that the cure is in there, on that Level Three.”
Lex stopped, stared at him. “Then we have a serious problem, because there is no Level Three.”
Jonathan began to speak but whatever he said was lost in the sudden explosion of noise-- a helicopter was landing in the lot, people were shouting and running and for a moment it was a circus.
Martha looked surprised. “Who’s that?” she asked.
Lex looked over her shoulder.*Oh shit. I’m in it now.* “My father,” he answered. *He’s going to have a shit fit when he finds out Lucas is in there*.
TBC...I sincerely hope...
So, I lurch along with Dis Pater...the story that's breaking my brain. I hate my logic land mines! Why can't I see these things *before* I'm ten thousand words into a damn story. It's actually making me sit bolt upright deep in the night, sweating and asking myself, "Why did Lionel send the two of them off to a strange place in the hinterlands with no supervision? Why? WHY??!!"
*sigh...takes out tap shoes, polishes them* It's going to be one hell of a dance.
Previous Parts are here,reading your tea leaves. They said forget those long range vacation plans--you better just plan a weekender.
Dis Pater
Whitney had a pitchfork in his hand and a worried look on his face when Clark got to the loft where Lana said something troubling was happening. Clark hoped it was just some kids screwing around, but no such luck. “Something weird is going on Clark," Whitney said as he came close. Lucas was breathing down his neck while he checked the loft area. Suddenly Whitney yelled, “Got him!” and yanked a tarp up, revealing a man huddled under it.
Clark had recognized Earl immediately. He’d called Whitney off and asked the man what he was doing hiding in the loft for heavens sake. Earl claimed he had to see his dad, because he was the only one he trusted, and then he’d gone into some kind of seizure and even worse, when Clark tried to touch him, he reacted to Earl like he was meteor rock—between the night in the emergency, and the cops and then mom and dad coming home just in time to watch him speed clean the house—he felt a little guilty to be glad that Earl took their minds off his stupidity. Well, almost…he was grounded into the next centaury.
Gabe Sullivan came out to meet the students and of course embarrassed Chloe because that was the law, parents *had* to embarrass their kids…
Clark thought about Earl and his claims he got sick from Level Three of the plant—could it be possible? What the heck, he might as well ask. He raised his hand and when Gabe acknowledged him asked, “Is there a level three in the plant?”
“Yes, yes there is,” Gabe answered, and Clark felt a wash of surprise—Earl was telling the truth—
“It’s where we do our alien autopsies.”
Clark blushed and shivered a little and Chloe rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage him.”
Gabe pointed in the direction away from the doors. “This way everybody and let’s stay together.” They began herding them down a hallway and Clark followed along until he saw a door marked ‘Authorized Personal Only’. Seemed as good a place as any to start. He slipped through before anyone could see him and was gone.
******
Lucas looked around for Clark but couldn’t see him. He wondered how the kid could have slipped off so quickly and without *him* noticing…pretty damn good. On a par with him for sure…Clark really was an interesting kid. Maybe he should look for him, maybe he was hiding out in some dark private place… Gabe’s voice broke in on his musing.
“…Trust me the results can be pretty explosive. So if any of you had beans for lunch, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Chloe glanced at Lucas. “Among his peers he’s considered witty.” Lucas smiled, trying to cover the fact he had *no* idea what she was talking about.
Where was Clark?
There was a commotion at the end of the hall and suddenly the guy they’d found in Clark’s barn last night was standing there waving a gun at Chloe’s dad. What the hell! He began yelling at Mr. Sullivan, yelling about a Level Three. Lucas stopped and frowned, wait, hadn’t Clark asked about the same thing? —he glanced around quickly, everyone pretty much was scared shitless but not panicking—yet.
“Everybody sit down,” the man yelled, he was sweating, shaking, his eyes were darting around, and he was obviously at the end of his rope.
“Get against the wall,” he gestured with the gun and everyone shuffled quickly backward until they were huddled against the wall, muffled crying coming from some of the students, the teachers and the aides looking frightened but trying for calm, trying to maintain control.
Lucas edged closer to Whitney and Lana, pulling Chloe with him. Pete, another friend of Clark’s , reached out and took Chloe’s other hand as Lucas brought her near.
“What the fuck is going on?” Pete asked, “That—that’s Earl Jenkins, he used to work for Clark’s dad. He looks like he’s gone crazy!”
Lucas looked back at the adults just as Earl jammed the gun harder against Mr. Sullivan’s neck. “What happened to it?” he was yelling.
“I don’t know anything about a Level Three,” Gabe gasped. Lucas had to admire the way he tried to keep it together, even though he obviously wanted to pee himself. He edged a little closer to the pair. Whitney glanced his way and narrowed his eyes, looking back at Earl and Gabe. Whit eased his way next to him and he turned to speak to Whit and suddenly Clark was standing there. “Earl! He’s not lying! I found these blueprints--there is no level Three!”
Clark waved a roll of blueprints at the man. Earl took them and pulled the roll open.
He looked at the spread sheets and Clark could see fear and frustration twist his expression. “Every night,” he ground out between grit teeth, “I go down to Level Two, follow the red pipes, go through the door and I take the elevator to Level Three.” He stared a minute before whipping his head toward Clark. “You’re just like everyone else,” he shouted. “Now get over there with the rest and you—sit-down!”
******
Lex pulled up to and through the gate. He couldn’t believe what was happening. A hostage situation at the plant? What the fuck was going on in there?—shit! Lucas—
He stepped out of his car and looked behind him at the frantic parents standing out side the security gate. Mr. And Mrs. Kent were standing on the other side the fence, and he motioned then in, telling the guard to admit them. Mr. Kent asked him brusquely what was happening and Lex said, “Some lunatic’s inside, demanding to be taken to some place called Level Three. We’ve managed to evacuate the plant but he’s taken the students hostage.”
Martha looked worried and asked, “Is anyone…hurt?” and Jonathan asked, "Do we know who it is?” Lex answered them both as he ushered them into the area where the police and plant security had set up monitors and a staging point. “No one’s hurt at this point and the man’s name is Earl Jenkins.”
Jonathan stopped. “Earl? Earl Jenkins—he used to work for us--”
Lex asked, “Really? Well what’s he doing in my plant?” he slipped on an earpiece and looked at Jonathan.
Jonathan leaned his head back and stared at Lex. “Well, *last* night, he was in the hospital—I spoke to him there, he claims Luthorcorp is doing some crop experiments on a secret Level Three, and it’s made him sick. He’s convinced that the cure is in there, on that Level Three.”
Lex stopped, stared at him. “Then we have a serious problem, because there is no Level Three.”
Jonathan began to speak but whatever he said was lost in the sudden explosion of noise-- a helicopter was landing in the lot, people were shouting and running and for a moment it was a circus.
Martha looked surprised. “Who’s that?” she asked.
Lex looked over her shoulder.*Oh shit. I’m in it now.* “My father,” he answered. *He’s going to have a shit fit when he finds out Lucas is in there*.
TBC...I sincerely hope...
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