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Exiled? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?
I'm boooored and I can't sleeeeep, so I'm posting the next bit of Exiled, because everyone's asleep, and what the hell. Even the dog's abandoned me.
Anywhatsit--the previous parts are here,lurking in an alley and waitng for you to walk by.
Bruce sprinted towards the elevators, and punched in the code to open the doors of Lex’s private car, the one that went directly to his office. Clark crowded up against him, the seconds it took for the door to open seemed like an eternity, too slow, too-the door opened and they hurtled into the car.
Bruce was completely absorbed, not looking at Clark, not speaking—checking his gun, and breathing slow and steady to center himself.
Clark was fascinated; he’d never seen Bruce like this, totally committed to giving his life for Lex if necessary. It made him feel too young, too young and way out of his depth.
The elevator was taking forever and Clark needed to know that Lex was ok—he concentrated on finding Lex, he had to be in his office but where? He stared upwards, in the direction of Lex’s office and walls in his line of sight paled, internal structures, wires pipes, revealed themselves, thinned and disappeared, and there in what had to be Lex’s office, two skeletons wrestled, one hit the floor and the other crouched over it.
“Lex!” he shouted, and Bruce’s head snapped his way, “What? Did you hear something?” taking Clark’s intense expression as listening. Clark shook his head rapidly, he had no way of knowing if the skeleton on the floor was Lex’s but he was willing to bet it was. The car came to a stop on the floor, Bruce reached out to punch in the code to open the doors and Clark shoved him aside and kicked open the doors. They blew out into the receptionist area of the office in a shower of glass and he was gone in the blink of an eye.
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Bruce barely processed what happened, beyond a stunned look at the shower of glass fanned out on the floor of the reception area -- he took off after Clark ready for anything—almost.
He skidded into the office area, and ran up against Clark’s back, looked over his shoulder and froze—“What the fuck!” he barked, and found himself staring into the eyes of something only vaguely human.
“What do you want--” it started and Bruce leveled his gun over Clark’s shoulder and pulled off shot after shot.
Clark flinched at the noise of the gun and the shriek that filled the room. Lex lay on the floor, drenched in blood and not moving, eyes fixed up at the ceiling. Johns or the thing that called itself that was backing up, bending over, screaming—Bruce thought, got it got the fucker--and it raised up, was bigger, wider and it’s jaws unhinged like a snakes.Mouthful of teeth, mouthful of teeth Bruce thought.
And heard Clark say calmly, “I don’t think so.”
There was a pull of wind, his clothes flapped in the sudden breeze, and he heard a loud crack, and there was Clark, elbow deep in the thing. When he pulled his hand back out there was something glistening in it. The thing screamed louder than Bruce would have believed possible for anything breathing, and on the floor Lex went into seizures, Bruce glanced over at Clark, who was busy taking the thing apart bit by bit—and dropped down to take care of Lex. Clark could handle---anything it seemed.
When the noises stopped, all he could hear was heavy breathing and he finally took his eyes away from a now quiet and resting Lex, and locked eyes with Clark who was red from head to toe, green eyes glaring wildly out of a mask of gore. He looked steadily at Bruce and just nodded once decisively and Bruce thought he could see a ring of gold, no—red, around his irises. Clark whipped his head away from Bruce and Lex and stared at the remains of the thing. They burst into flame and burned intensely for a few minutes, so bright and intense a flame Bruce felt like he was still seeing it even through closed eyelids and then Clark---shimmered out of existence, a wind flew about the office, putting out fires, and then came to a stop in front of Bruce and Clark was staring at him again.
“Well,” he said. “Go ahead.”
“What do you want me to say? You want me to ask you how you did that? Yes, fine I want to know. But you’ll have to wait, it’s Lex I’m worried about right now.”
Clark blushed, then paled as he looked down at Lex, blood under his shoulders and smeared around his too white face.
“Yes, you’re right, I’ll call an ambulance.” Clark made a move towards the phone, until he realized he’d toasted it.
Bruce was already calling him back, “No Clark, we don’t want to do that. Lex can’t be in a hospital—we’ve got to get him out of here,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell, flipped it open and entered a number before tossing it to Clark. “Here, tell the person who answers Alexander needs help.”
Bruce looked around the office, at the large black, carbonized area on the floor, blackened spots on the walls, everything on the desk top had been reduced to ash, the couch in the office also reduced to ash—he cut his eyes to Clark, and he blushed deep red, and frowned back at him.
Bruce smiled inside. Um-hmm. Dangerous couch. He sobered again and waved Clark over to him. “Ok— I came to check on some material I’d forgotten here,” Clark nodded, a little puzzled, and Bruce went on, “I got to the building, found the guards, heard an explosion, ran up the stairs and found Lex’s office like this—you understand?”
Clark nodded again and looked sceptically around at the room, the elevator doors half resting in the empty frames of the office walls.
Bruce continued, “Someone set a bomb in the elevator, hoping to catch Lex, but he’d left before this happened, left to Metropolis unexpectedly.”
Clark asked. “But, there’s no sign of a bomb, Bruce, nothing here except the fire--”
Bruce smiled up at Clark, “Money, Clark. It makes you see anything. Besides it’s Smallville—who the hell is going to doubt me? It’s a perfectly feasible reason for this. Some people here are still less than charmed by the Luthor name, and god knows that there are nuts in this town who’d be capable of something like this. Take Lex and go, we’ll talk about all this later.”
Clark scooped up Lex like he was weightless, and turned to Bruce.
“Drive his car back to the house. Toby should be coming in shortly.”
“Toby?” Clark started to ask, and stopped at Bruce’s look.
Clark sighed, shifted Lex in his arms so he could hold him securely, tight against his chest like an infant, grimacing as he noticed dried flakes of blood drifting off of him and onto Lex. Bruce shrugged and made a shooing motion and used his phone again, this time to call the police. When he looked around Clark was gone.
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Anywhatsit--the previous parts are here,lurking in an alley and waitng for you to walk by.
Bruce sprinted towards the elevators, and punched in the code to open the doors of Lex’s private car, the one that went directly to his office. Clark crowded up against him, the seconds it took for the door to open seemed like an eternity, too slow, too-the door opened and they hurtled into the car.
Bruce was completely absorbed, not looking at Clark, not speaking—checking his gun, and breathing slow and steady to center himself.
Clark was fascinated; he’d never seen Bruce like this, totally committed to giving his life for Lex if necessary. It made him feel too young, too young and way out of his depth.
The elevator was taking forever and Clark needed to know that Lex was ok—he concentrated on finding Lex, he had to be in his office but where? He stared upwards, in the direction of Lex’s office and walls in his line of sight paled, internal structures, wires pipes, revealed themselves, thinned and disappeared, and there in what had to be Lex’s office, two skeletons wrestled, one hit the floor and the other crouched over it.
“Lex!” he shouted, and Bruce’s head snapped his way, “What? Did you hear something?” taking Clark’s intense expression as listening. Clark shook his head rapidly, he had no way of knowing if the skeleton on the floor was Lex’s but he was willing to bet it was. The car came to a stop on the floor, Bruce reached out to punch in the code to open the doors and Clark shoved him aside and kicked open the doors. They blew out into the receptionist area of the office in a shower of glass and he was gone in the blink of an eye.
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Bruce barely processed what happened, beyond a stunned look at the shower of glass fanned out on the floor of the reception area -- he took off after Clark ready for anything—almost.
He skidded into the office area, and ran up against Clark’s back, looked over his shoulder and froze—“What the fuck!” he barked, and found himself staring into the eyes of something only vaguely human.
“What do you want--” it started and Bruce leveled his gun over Clark’s shoulder and pulled off shot after shot.
Clark flinched at the noise of the gun and the shriek that filled the room. Lex lay on the floor, drenched in blood and not moving, eyes fixed up at the ceiling. Johns or the thing that called itself that was backing up, bending over, screaming—Bruce thought, got it got the fucker--and it raised up, was bigger, wider and it’s jaws unhinged like a snakes.Mouthful of teeth, mouthful of teeth Bruce thought.
And heard Clark say calmly, “I don’t think so.”
There was a pull of wind, his clothes flapped in the sudden breeze, and he heard a loud crack, and there was Clark, elbow deep in the thing. When he pulled his hand back out there was something glistening in it. The thing screamed louder than Bruce would have believed possible for anything breathing, and on the floor Lex went into seizures, Bruce glanced over at Clark, who was busy taking the thing apart bit by bit—and dropped down to take care of Lex. Clark could handle---anything it seemed.
When the noises stopped, all he could hear was heavy breathing and he finally took his eyes away from a now quiet and resting Lex, and locked eyes with Clark who was red from head to toe, green eyes glaring wildly out of a mask of gore. He looked steadily at Bruce and just nodded once decisively and Bruce thought he could see a ring of gold, no—red, around his irises. Clark whipped his head away from Bruce and Lex and stared at the remains of the thing. They burst into flame and burned intensely for a few minutes, so bright and intense a flame Bruce felt like he was still seeing it even through closed eyelids and then Clark---shimmered out of existence, a wind flew about the office, putting out fires, and then came to a stop in front of Bruce and Clark was staring at him again.
“Well,” he said. “Go ahead.”
“What do you want me to say? You want me to ask you how you did that? Yes, fine I want to know. But you’ll have to wait, it’s Lex I’m worried about right now.”
Clark blushed, then paled as he looked down at Lex, blood under his shoulders and smeared around his too white face.
“Yes, you’re right, I’ll call an ambulance.” Clark made a move towards the phone, until he realized he’d toasted it.
Bruce was already calling him back, “No Clark, we don’t want to do that. Lex can’t be in a hospital—we’ve got to get him out of here,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell, flipped it open and entered a number before tossing it to Clark. “Here, tell the person who answers Alexander needs help.”
Bruce looked around the office, at the large black, carbonized area on the floor, blackened spots on the walls, everything on the desk top had been reduced to ash, the couch in the office also reduced to ash—he cut his eyes to Clark, and he blushed deep red, and frowned back at him.
Bruce smiled inside. Um-hmm. Dangerous couch. He sobered again and waved Clark over to him. “Ok— I came to check on some material I’d forgotten here,” Clark nodded, a little puzzled, and Bruce went on, “I got to the building, found the guards, heard an explosion, ran up the stairs and found Lex’s office like this—you understand?”
Clark nodded again and looked sceptically around at the room, the elevator doors half resting in the empty frames of the office walls.
Bruce continued, “Someone set a bomb in the elevator, hoping to catch Lex, but he’d left before this happened, left to Metropolis unexpectedly.”
Clark asked. “But, there’s no sign of a bomb, Bruce, nothing here except the fire--”
Bruce smiled up at Clark, “Money, Clark. It makes you see anything. Besides it’s Smallville—who the hell is going to doubt me? It’s a perfectly feasible reason for this. Some people here are still less than charmed by the Luthor name, and god knows that there are nuts in this town who’d be capable of something like this. Take Lex and go, we’ll talk about all this later.”
Clark scooped up Lex like he was weightless, and turned to Bruce.
“Drive his car back to the house. Toby should be coming in shortly.”
“Toby?” Clark started to ask, and stopped at Bruce’s look.
Clark sighed, shifted Lex in his arms so he could hold him securely, tight against his chest like an infant, grimacing as he noticed dried flakes of blood drifting off of him and onto Lex. Bruce shrugged and made a shooing motion and used his phone again, this time to call the police. When he looked around Clark was gone.
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