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Really Evol Lana Story
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We’re moving along now. Sorry I didn’t post this last night but there was much unpleasantness in the Land of MizzRose—I’m working around it and I think I’ll be able to resolve this issue without resorting to murder…I’m glad too, because I’d miss that man…eventually. *glares daggers at husband*
This rating for this bit is 3
Lex and Martha sat together in the loft. Jonathan was asleep finally and she asked Lex to sit with her she explained what had happened at the Talon that afternoon.
Lex looked furious.
“I believe you’re right Martha, she definitely knows something. Her behavior is…very familiar to me. I’ve dealt with that sort of thing my whole life. She’s playing with you, yes.”
“Then lets take the bitch out.”
Lex sat back on the couch, he had to say, he was more than a little surprised. His father played at being cold and ruthless but he had nothing on Martha. There was steel in her look as she outlined what she’d like to do to the girl.
Lex gently guided Martha away from homicide and back to practicality. “We’ll plan our next move tomorrow—tonight I’m going to see what I can do to find out where she could be holding Clark. Martha, I’m pretty sure he’s still in Smallville.”
“I agree. She hasn’t left town—he’s here.”
“May I--may I ask…how can she be holding him? Ever since Jonathan told me about Clark’s…abilities, I’ve been convinced Clark left on his own… now I have to ask---how could anyone hold him against his will?”
Martha looked at him in surprise. “Jonathan didn’t tell you about the meteor rock, the effect it has on Clark?”
Lex shook his head, not really surprised that Jonathan didn’t confide all in him, even though it did sting a bit…
“That’s partially what made me suspect her—she has a ring made from the stone. The stone causes Clark to lose all his super-human strengths---and in fact, it’s poisonous to Clark. We’re nearly certain that enough of it and prolonged exposure could…could kill him.”
Lex felt his heart sink. Something could hurt Clark. It made him cold—he wasn’t invincible, he could be hurt, maybe killed—Lex shivered. They had to find him right away. Whatever it was that Lana was doing, it definitely not a good sign that she had the one substance that could seriously harm Clark on her person.
Lex spent the rest of the evening searching the newspaper archives, searching for instances where Clark had anything to do in the rescue of people in trouble—instances involving Lana.
There were surprisingly few mentions of Clark in the paper. In such a small community it hardly seemed possible. The few articles he did find were mostly fluff pieces—community interest stories that centered around the high school. Of course, there were no mention of the times he’d helped Lex, except the very first one—and a spin doctored account of the hostage incident at the plant. He snorted. It had all the hallmarks of an article prepared by his dad’s people.
He continued scrolling through the archives, looking for something, anything—and there it was…local high school students rescued from fire… Yes. This had to be it.
Fire at Wandering Hills…house completely destroyed in the fire…Kent, son of Jonathan Kent….Lana Lang. He saved Lana Lang….
“not far from the fire Clark saved me from, remember? It’s amazing how he’s always right there when I need him.”
Bitch…he was going to kill her….
All of his advice to Martha vanished in a red haze. Lex raced out to his car and leaped in, spraying gravel as he tore down the drive. Wandering Hills, he knew where the house had been.
He drove like a maniac down the unlit country road, speeding into the dark. His mind raced—what could he do to stop her, what if he was too late—no. He wasn’t, he refused to believe it was too late--would Lana have played with
Martha like that if Clark were…dead?
Why, why would she kidnap Clark? Was she that much in love? Could the mutation have made her think she had to do that?
He tore onto the shoulder of the road and left his car, he raced through the over growth blocking what had been the driveway of the house. Branches whipped at him, slapping him painfully, he snagged his clothes on sharp spurs and tripped over vines –it seemed as if the woods wanted to keep him away. It was dark as a dungeon and like an idiot he’d forgotten to take a flashlight…and left his gun under the front seat, goddamn it. He stopped and briefly considered turning back, calling for help, but he ran on. He didn’t need a gun to deal with Lana for god’s sake and if there were more people than her involved—well, Ray taught him pretty good. He was sure that he could handle a few teens with a grudge or whatever this was.
The shrubs finally gave way and in the light of the moon, he could make out the burnt out hulk of the house. His stomach dropped. There was nothing left—it was burnt to the ground, nothing but a few blackened beams reaching up to the sky—nothing, damn it. He’d been wrong…unless there were outbuildings still left. He ran to the rear of the property, plunged into the scrub brush again, his heart pounding as he searched. Finally he had to admit, there was nothing. No buildings, no house. Nothing.
He staggered back to the burnt shell, his chest squeezing as he drew in panicked breaths. He dropped to the ground heedless of the filth, scared, frustrated, hurting—he felt like screaming, tearing at the ground—he threw his head back and let it go—he let the scream rip out of his throat, a wordless howl of rage and frustration, and pain…
Tbc
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
We’re moving along now. Sorry I didn’t post this last night but there was much unpleasantness in the Land of MizzRose—I’m working around it and I think I’ll be able to resolve this issue without resorting to murder…I’m glad too, because I’d miss that man…eventually. *glares daggers at husband*
This rating for this bit is 3
Lex and Martha sat together in the loft. Jonathan was asleep finally and she asked Lex to sit with her she explained what had happened at the Talon that afternoon.
Lex looked furious.
“I believe you’re right Martha, she definitely knows something. Her behavior is…very familiar to me. I’ve dealt with that sort of thing my whole life. She’s playing with you, yes.”
“Then lets take the bitch out.”
Lex sat back on the couch, he had to say, he was more than a little surprised. His father played at being cold and ruthless but he had nothing on Martha. There was steel in her look as she outlined what she’d like to do to the girl.
Lex gently guided Martha away from homicide and back to practicality. “We’ll plan our next move tomorrow—tonight I’m going to see what I can do to find out where she could be holding Clark. Martha, I’m pretty sure he’s still in Smallville.”
“I agree. She hasn’t left town—he’s here.”
“May I--may I ask…how can she be holding him? Ever since Jonathan told me about Clark’s…abilities, I’ve been convinced Clark left on his own… now I have to ask---how could anyone hold him against his will?”
Martha looked at him in surprise. “Jonathan didn’t tell you about the meteor rock, the effect it has on Clark?”
Lex shook his head, not really surprised that Jonathan didn’t confide all in him, even though it did sting a bit…
“That’s partially what made me suspect her—she has a ring made from the stone. The stone causes Clark to lose all his super-human strengths---and in fact, it’s poisonous to Clark. We’re nearly certain that enough of it and prolonged exposure could…could kill him.”
Lex felt his heart sink. Something could hurt Clark. It made him cold—he wasn’t invincible, he could be hurt, maybe killed—Lex shivered. They had to find him right away. Whatever it was that Lana was doing, it definitely not a good sign that she had the one substance that could seriously harm Clark on her person.
Lex spent the rest of the evening searching the newspaper archives, searching for instances where Clark had anything to do in the rescue of people in trouble—instances involving Lana.
There were surprisingly few mentions of Clark in the paper. In such a small community it hardly seemed possible. The few articles he did find were mostly fluff pieces—community interest stories that centered around the high school. Of course, there were no mention of the times he’d helped Lex, except the very first one—and a spin doctored account of the hostage incident at the plant. He snorted. It had all the hallmarks of an article prepared by his dad’s people.
He continued scrolling through the archives, looking for something, anything—and there it was…local high school students rescued from fire… Yes. This had to be it.
Fire at Wandering Hills…house completely destroyed in the fire…Kent, son of Jonathan Kent….Lana Lang. He saved Lana Lang….
“not far from the fire Clark saved me from, remember? It’s amazing how he’s always right there when I need him.”
Bitch…he was going to kill her….
All of his advice to Martha vanished in a red haze. Lex raced out to his car and leaped in, spraying gravel as he tore down the drive. Wandering Hills, he knew where the house had been.
He drove like a maniac down the unlit country road, speeding into the dark. His mind raced—what could he do to stop her, what if he was too late—no. He wasn’t, he refused to believe it was too late--would Lana have played with
Martha like that if Clark were…dead?
Why, why would she kidnap Clark? Was she that much in love? Could the mutation have made her think she had to do that?
He tore onto the shoulder of the road and left his car, he raced through the over growth blocking what had been the driveway of the house. Branches whipped at him, slapping him painfully, he snagged his clothes on sharp spurs and tripped over vines –it seemed as if the woods wanted to keep him away. It was dark as a dungeon and like an idiot he’d forgotten to take a flashlight…and left his gun under the front seat, goddamn it. He stopped and briefly considered turning back, calling for help, but he ran on. He didn’t need a gun to deal with Lana for god’s sake and if there were more people than her involved—well, Ray taught him pretty good. He was sure that he could handle a few teens with a grudge or whatever this was.
The shrubs finally gave way and in the light of the moon, he could make out the burnt out hulk of the house. His stomach dropped. There was nothing left—it was burnt to the ground, nothing but a few blackened beams reaching up to the sky—nothing, damn it. He’d been wrong…unless there were outbuildings still left. He ran to the rear of the property, plunged into the scrub brush again, his heart pounding as he searched. Finally he had to admit, there was nothing. No buildings, no house. Nothing.
He staggered back to the burnt shell, his chest squeezing as he drew in panicked breaths. He dropped to the ground heedless of the filth, scared, frustrated, hurting—he felt like screaming, tearing at the ground—he threw his head back and let it go—he let the scream rip out of his throat, a wordless howl of rage and frustration, and pain…
Tbc
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*WANTS MORE*
And on the killing of the husband front, I almost killed mine last night as well. So maybe it's that time of the month for both of our boys...
*hugs you*
xoxo,
Monica ^_^
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Is Lex going to hear Clark's whisper of need like he did in the first episode??
I love how Lex was all cool with Martha, but nuts when he was by himself.
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So great.I am addicted!
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I'm all stressed out now!!!
:D
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Purple, PURPLE!!
What's wron with you???? *glares*
;D
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And ---duh! EVOL!!
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totally in character of lex to run off w/o really thinking it thru - well, on a clark related issue anyway ;-P
but please please please let him find clark?
i want the bitch to PAY!!!
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*glares at you*
Evol thing!!
*gives in*
*snuggles you*
I'm sorry Morgan is being an ass to you.
*pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet*
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*whappity*
*clings back*
*pet pet pet*
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;D
heh heh heh I slay me.
The basement, Lex, the basement!
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I have nothing more to add. ;-)
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I hope this story is still ruling you and you can provide another fabulous update soon. Great job!!
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My heart raced alongside Lex as he ran willy nilly through the woods
that comment made me so happy!
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Look for the storm shelter!
Love it Miss Rose
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Thank you *so* much! *G*
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This story is killing me - in such a good way ;)
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Yes--that's it! That's exactly it! *G*