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Post by Clark Kent on Oct 27, 2005 23:24:40 GMT -5
Clark looked back over to Linda from across the cab. There was almost a familiar feel about her. He couldn’t place it. Like home. A home he didn’t really remember, that was a world long since past. More than something he was just coming to know as he matured. Kal-El. That was his given name. His true name. The last son of Krypton from what he understood, the only child of Lara and Jor-El. Hands gripped the steering wheel tighter for a moment. Being blunt wasn’t the way he usually was. So trying to find answers had to be cautious.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t worry too much.” He listened carefully to her words, the way she talked then something more. When she paused. Her heart rate quickened. She was hiding something. Something about where she was originally from. Clark didn’t say anything. How could he have. “I grew up in Smallville. On the farm.” He smiled again. Of course he was hiding his own secret. Martha and Johnathan Kent weren’t his birth parents. He may have grown up there, but that was after he was found in a crater with a strage ship during Smallville’s first Meteor Shower.They were getting closer to the Talon as the headlights of the truck shone around the corned as he turned. But the flash of police lights of blue and red caught his attentions. And the glow coming from the inside of the small shop. With the car he watched speed off parked out front.
The tire pulled close to the curb as he stopped, leaving the truck running as he saw Lois being escorted out. He nearly jumped out of the truck. “Lois!” “Clark… This isn’t what it looks like you mom said I was allowed to-” “Lois…” Clark half jogged up to where the police were putting her into the back of the police cruiser. Eyes looked over to the door as they were now escorting out her date. A man he hadn’t met before. Wally had said something about him. Clark’s attentions turned back to the offices. “You know my mom owns the Talon, it’s fine.” “I’m sorry, Clark it’s not that simple. I can’t tell you anything else.” The officer shut the door as Clark leaned looking through the window to Lois on the other side. His hand placed against the glass. “Don’t worry Lois. I’ll get my folks, we’ll work this out.”
Eyes looked over towards his truck where Linda was. He must have looked like such a jerk. Jumping out of the truck ignoring her at the first site of Lois in trouble. For a moment he looked apologetic until he half turned to where the sound of a tow-truck was pulling up a dented car. Then he saw the blood. Fingers slid down the glass as he stepped away from the cop car. With them now putting in Richard White, and backing up to head to the station. Eyes squinted just slightly as he focused in on the car. Activating his x-ray vision he scanned the Mustang. There crumpled in the trunk was what looked like a human body. Suddenly the warm Kansas night felt really cold.
But the night was just getting started it seemed. There were voices not far off so he listened in. "It seems young Mr. White isn't taking this easily and is going with a good fight. Cops just brought the multimillionaire son, of his own doing, down with force. It seems Smallville wasn't small enough for this killer to hide in." No, the media. This was something that they didn’t need right now. He moved pass his truck. “Sorry about this Linda. I’ll be right back.” Moving around the tow truck he saw where the media was. A woman standing there reporting and a man with a camera on his shoulder filming her. There didn’t seem to be a live feed. Taking a look around him he looked back towards the camera. Brows narrowed as he used his heat-vision to burn the footage inside. “Ok. Great Leslie, let me run it back see how we look. …What the hell? The film is burnt. Damn camera.” Clark sighed as he quickly crept back away from any eyes that might have turned to look around. Making his way back to the blue truck. At least for now, it was still hush-hush. Only the Smallville police knew what was going on. The public would be in the dark tonight. But unfortunately news like this, spread through a small town like wildfire. At least it would protect Lois for now.
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Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Oct 27, 2005 23:48:19 GMT -5
“Clark this isn’t what it looks like I swear we we’re just – Hey watch it buddy!” Lois shouted angrily. Oh how it killed her to allow this asshole to drag her toward the squad car… to let him manhandle her, despite it being his job. Lois shouldered the rookie, perhaps a bit too hard, knocking his head into the open door, and breaking the skin on the bridge of his nose. Blood gushed, shouts were sounded out and before she knew it she was being restrained by the additional officers who had just come onto the scene.
She caught the impression that Clark was trying to talk some sense into them, but over the shouting she couldn’t make out what he was saying… Her eyes were wild with panic as she looked from the dented sports car to the raven-haired farmboy. For once the brassy Lois was left speechless. The look in Kent’s eyes was undeniable. He didn’t know what to believe. Her hand splayed out across the glass, matching up with his. She looked scared, and rightly so.
As the car pulled away she looked to Richard. “All this for a cup of coffee? And here I bet you thought the excitement was gone from our relationship.” It was a stupid joke, but hiding behind cynicism and humor was just how Lois dealt with this kind of stress. The cop rapped the partition between them. “Quiet back there!” Lois bit her tongue, wanting so much to mouth off to the gumshoe. Somehow she managed to keep her cool.
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You're on air with Leslie at night!
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Post by Livewire on Oct 27, 2005 23:48:50 GMT -5
"So how was it?"
"Ok. Great Leslie, let me run it back see how we look. …What the hell? The film is burnt. Damn camera.”
"You are shitting me, right Will?"
Growling to herself about her luck and that she would never get on a nation wide broadcast show, she grabbed the cable cords that connected the camera to the van in order to give it power. However, in the dampness of the early night, Leslie suddenly felt surges of energy flowing through her.
Just as she was about to disconnect the cables, her body stood shock still as millions of volts of electricity swam through her body, her hair standing on end and her eyes going white. Soon she went into seazures as her body dropped to the wet ground.
She looked as if she were stuck in a snowy television show. Her coloring was depleting as she twitched and her eyes quickly turned blue. She lost pigment in her hair as it turned starch white.
"Leslie!" Will screamed before throwing the camera down and running to the cops. Pointing out his friend to some cops who quickly ran over. Yet no one touched the dying reporter as she twitched on the ground, her body disappearing as a pre-storm lightning bolt hit the ground where she was laying.
"What the hell..." Will's eyes widened before he collapsed in faint. The cop stood up and looked around. Something odd was certainly going on here. He called for one of his partners to come over, and as he did, the man looked as if he had seen a ghost-his hair standing on end from static electricity.
Will, slowly woke from the smell tab under his nose as her blinked. "Did I just see... what I think I saw?" the cop nodded before Will looked around. "What the hell did I just see?" He stood and ran from the van, tripping and slipping as he went, before curling against the side of a police car. "Leslie!" he cried as he burried himself into his knees. Leslie was gone now.
However, now the cops had two things to worry about... Mr. White and Ms. Lane... as well as the odd disappearance of Ms. Willis.
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Sometimes I wonder about you Lois...
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Post by Richard White on Oct 28, 2005 0:42:11 GMT -5
Richard was still out cold as Lois said her little joke. However, after a few moments, his eyes fluttered and he pulled himself up. "Lois... what's going on?"
"Quiet back there!" He quickly shut up as he straightened, however his wrists were cut by the tight handcuffs and his brows knitted. How he hated this shit. Wait, he never had gotten arrested before, yeah a speeding ticket... but this was further than he ever had gone.
"Wait, what am I being charged with? I didn't get the maranda rights read to me..." Kicking the chair he growled and eyed Lois. "Lola.... whats going on?"
The cop hit the window that seperated them from Lois and Richard, but Richard hit the chair back. "I'll talk if I fucking want! I don't know what the hell is going on and until I do, I will talk as much as I damn well please! Got that?" The cop growled, yet couldn't do anything since they were driving to the station.
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Post by Chloe Sullivan on Oct 28, 2005 1:47:38 GMT -5
Teeth softly chewed her bottom lip as she watched Bruce. His hand rubbing the back of his neck, like he was embarrassed. Of course if they were swapped and it was her, she’d have the same feeling. Chloe put on a soft smile once again as she lay her own jacket down over the rooms plush chair. Chloe was different than her cousin Lois. Of course she loved her, Lois was always more of a go-getter. If she ever put that knack to good use, especially in journalism. The world would have to make way for Lois Lane. She preferred to dig, do her homework. Snoop as well.
For now she was trying to make sure he felt comfortable around her, she was sure most people acted differently around him. Because of his Name. Because of his Money. Because of his parents. Chloe was just trying to be herself. And the best way for her to do that, was to not think about it in terms most would. Treat it more like her relationship with Lex. She couldn’t help but smile once again as he pulled the chair out for her. For a while Chloe just listened. He was a very busy guy. For a moment however her heart skipped a beat. Blue eyes darted away as she took a breath. Thought that first crossed her mind was Clark. Once again she looked back to Bruce. “I wouldn’t call myself an authority.”
Would he see right through her. The underlying worry she had about the biggest secret she kept. The one that tied together Clark and the Meteor Showers. How the green rock affected the farm-boy, while seeming harmless to anyone else. Knife cut out a small bite. She hadn’t been expecting such a nice dinner, or dinner at all when she was waiting for him. She looked down to her plate then back up as Bruce looked away. The dimpled smile. Chloe could almost feel a slight heat against her cheeks. But a guy like him probably had some fancy girl waiting for him. Not like she had any luck with guys. The flush grew as she realized she was staring and his gaze came back to hers. “I’m sorry I’m rambling on and on and I’ve managed to overshadow something very important. Would you like something to drink?” Internally she felt a bit relieved and nodded her head, strands of blonde falling against her brow. “Of course. So, what has dear Alfred stored away for you?”
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Post by Linda Lee Danvers on Oct 29, 2005 1:04:18 GMT -5
Linda couldn't help but smile. Though something about the way he acted towards her gave her the impression he was as cautious of her as she was of him. What did he have to hide? She knew the answer, deep down she knew it but it was hard to find it, to bring it out to the surface. If only she knew what all this was, why he looked like who he did then none of this would matter, everything would make sense.
"It's harder than it sounds. Trust me." she laughed gently at that and couldn't help but wander her mind onto her adopted family. "Smallville seems like a great place to grow up. Alot like my...hometown in a sense." yeah Midvale wasn't much different from this but Argo, Argo City was grand. It was like a metropolis of magnificance and scientific advancements. It was so different from Smallville, from Midvale, from everywhere here really.
She was about to press on, maybe ask a bit more questions but her attention stopped and was drawn somewhere else. Red and blue flashed in the distance and the shock on Clark's face was the same as hers. Her blue orbs drew to stare at the scene as they came closer. Clark instinctively jumped from the truck and Linda followed slowly behind. Exiting the hub and keeping back as far as she could. She didn't want to get in the way. Her eyes were wide and wondering herself what the heck was going on. Did someone break into the Talon? and if so, why would anyone want to harm the nice family of Kent's. But the person who was being dragged off wasn't just anyone know Clark seemed to know her. He was protesting with the police and looking as confused as anyone.
The pair to her was vaguely familiar. And when she finally realized that they were the pair who tried to help her at the scene of her own accident, Linda lowered her head to hide her features a bit. She didn't want them recognizing her. They had alot of other things to worry about though rather than Linda and the fact she survived being plowed into by a car. Hopefully they had forgotten. Turning her head a bit she stared at the ground and her ears picked up what the commotion was about. It's not that she wanted to hear it, well she did a bit, but all in all she couldn't help but hear about the fact they were investigating a homicide and it had something to do with this guys car. How interesting.
Suddenly Clark returned only to excuse himself again and Linda only nodded to his words. She watched him move towards some media individuals before suddenly they were saying something about the film being burned and ruined. A brow slowly raised on her face as she slowly crept back into the truck. She noticed it alright, and somehow she wondered how Clark managed that. When he returned into the truck Linda turned to look him dead in the eye. He was a bit shocked perhaps by the serious look she gave. "How did you do that Clark? With the film...you destroyed it didn't you?" it was time to be blunt, to get things out. Time to get together and maybe figure out how to get his friends out of trouble, but the more she trusted him and got this feeling aside the more she would be of help herself.
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Post by Clark Kent on Oct 29, 2005 11:10:57 GMT -5
In a way, Clark felt powerless, and that was crazy. He’d had his power since he could remember. But he also knew the best thing to do was to obey the law. There was confusion in his eyes as he looked to Lois, and then they were gone. The media wasn’t something he was expecting, just another snag. Then there was Linda. A girl stuck in the middle of this all. A girl he had so many questions for. As well as his own reserves. She seemed nice enough, but what if it was an act to get closer to him to find out his secret. Then to have some weird government agency after him or something if she was undercover. Clark wasn’t sure he was ready to take that chance.
The lights were dying away from the police car Lois was in, along with that Richard White fellow. Before he could do anything though, he had to get Linda home. Walking back to the truck he pulled himself into the cab and caught her serious look. “Linda. I’m sorry…It’s just Lois is staying with us and…” His words caught in his throat when Linda’s voice interjected. “How did you do that Clark?” “Do what?” “With the film…you destroyed it didn’t you?” “I, was trying to see if there was a live feed…” With a sigh Clark ran his hands into raven hair then with fingers interlaced pulled against the nape of his neck. She saw. Clark knew it. For a moment he felt like he’d been caught, and rightly so. He had been. Blue eyes looked back up towards Linda, maybe it was time to be blunt but here wasn’t the place. “Maybe you should call you grandma, tell her you won’t be home for a while. Come on. There’s a phone inside.”
Once again the tall farm-boy exited the truck, closing the door behind him. Walking towards the Talon an officer still remaining stopped him. “You can’t go in there…” “Yes I can. It’s not the crime scene. I need to lock it up and I need to call my parents to tell them Lois is in some kind of trouble.” Suddenly there was a buzz of electricity that made the hair on the nape of his neck stand up. Looking over his shoulder to Linda he whispered, lower than a whisper. “Did you feel that?” His eyes scanned around as the officer was called off by the voice of another man. The man who’d been with the camera. Clark was getting an uneasy feeling about this place, and he wasn’t about to divulge any secrets here. The caves. It would be the only place he felt protected, that would make any sense. But his parents had to know about Lois.
Hand grabbed Linda’s as he ducked under the police tape and entered the Talon. There were some chairs knocked over from the police pulling out who they thought were prime murder suspects. The food still out from whatever Lois and Richard were planning to have as dinner. Along his way to the phone Clark cleaned up, righted the things out of place. “The phone is just there behind the counter.” Walking behind the counter he threw away the sandwiches and dumped the coffee waiting until Linda was done. Face wore his own serious look too it. “Before we leave I want to know something. Did anyone send you to find me? I mean, are you working for anyone…anyone that might know something?” It was something he had to know. He had to set some kind of temporary piece of mind to himself. He could have tried to lie to her about the tape, but he didn’t think she’d believe it. If she knew about Jor-El she might just know more than she was leading on. There was something about her, something he wanted to trust.
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Bruce Wayne
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My anger outweighs my guilt.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 30, 2005 21:04:27 GMT -5
She was a kindred soul. That part was apparent. While she was in it for the journalistic aspect, Bruce was simply determined to hone himself to a level of perfection. He wanted desperately to know every conceivable method for making himself into the man he needed to be. Children, marriage these things were not unfathomable for Bruce, but he understood the rarity of it. He was uncompromising when it came to his vow verses his own happiness. But there were times; times like this moment with Chloe Sullivan that he didn’t feel the weight of that vow. “Truth?” he looked almost bashful, “I’m not much of a drinker… So I hope you don’t mind Perrier?” He lifted the white napkin from about the bottle chilling in the ice bucket.
He grinned a bit, pouring the sparking water into the awaiting wine glasses. “I also hope that you don’t feel I’m being too intrusive. I can respect the intimacy.” Bruce at once noticed the look of confusion and embarrassment at his choice of words and he quickly clarified. “…of asking to see your research work. The effort that you put into your investigate on Kryptonite… I can sympathize why you might be reluctant with whom you’d share your notes.” He didn’t want to get personal. This was just another piece of the puzzle, just another part of the whole that he was to become - Just another rung on the ladder of ascension, for when he could return to Gotham and fulfill his promise.
He pushed aside the angst, the sorrow, the hatred that bubbled just below the surface as he prodded her for some personal information. The best way for her to trust him was to try and open up… at least a little. Rain began to pelt against the window. Thunder rumbled in the distance as if foreshadowing the darker that things that were to come. The lights flickered, as a transistor relay in town was hit, and then finally the power went out completely. “No don’t panic. I manage pretty well in the dark…” he coaxed, reaching across the table to give her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Withdrawing Bruce fished out a packet of matches, striking one between his fingers. As he brought the warm glow to the small tea light candle at the table, the waxy yellow light served to both romanticize the moment and show a side of Bruce Wayne that revealed in a snapshot, the darkness that he carried with him from that alley. “If you can believe it, the power goes out all the time in the Manor. We’ve had dozens of electricians look into managing it, but I suspect it’s has a lot to do with the nest of bats that seasonally migrate into the south tower. The generator is attached to that section of the house.” At this point he laughed. “You can imagine how daunting that must have been when I was a kid. Alfred used to say that when there was a thunderstorm he’d have to pry me off the ceiling.”
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Post by Chloe Sullivan on Oct 30, 2005 22:07:38 GMT -5
It was easy to be around him, he had this natural charm. But there was something else. In away he was a lot like Clark. Almost as if he was hiding a secret from the world. But weren’t they all in their own ways? She’d always been the kind of person to try her hardest, be the best she could. And somehow she saw that in Bruce but to a much stronger degree. Like this undeniable aim to be perfect, or personal atonement. Didn’t she want similar things in her life. Maybe more than others. Soft brows arched slightly as he spoke again. “Fine with me…neither am I.”
Chloe studied him from across the table, the short glances, proper manners. His upbringing shown, sort of like Smallville hospitality. “I also hope you don’t feel I’m not being too intrusive. I can respect the intimacy.” She paused a moment with the sparkling water filled wine glass pressed to her lips. Perhaps she reveled a mix of confusion or embarrassment and he quickly corrected himself. The glass was placed back down as she lifted the linen napkin to her lips to keep from coughing, or showing him an even more shocked look. She took a moment to swallow as her eyes searched his. Had he just said what she though she had heard. “Wait…what did you just say?”
There were only few people who ever referred to the green meteors as Kryptonite. Most just called it meteor rock. Was there something she was missing. Something she didn’t catch. Chloe though her heart was starting to beat faster again. Of course she wanted to trust Bruce, that journalist instinct in her was starting to awake. She didn’t really know much save for what she read in the Daily Planet or cross referenced to the Gotham Globe. She looked past him as the thunder sounded in the distance. Suddenly the lights went out and she shifted her weight, expecting back up lights to kick on but they didn’t. “Now don’t panic. I manage pretty well in the dark…” “I’m fine, really. No power is sometimes a common occurrence out here in the country.That's why we have …. Candles.”
She hadn’t meant to pause like that. Nor had she been expecting him to reach over the table and take her hand. There was a gentle squeeze. Slender hand shifted slightly under his. There was a sense of strength to his touch, and a warmness, then it was gone. Hand moved from the table as fingers tucked strands of hair behind her ear. That moment she was thankful it was dark, he wouldn't see the blush. It also gave her time to collect her thoughts about what he’d said earlier. The sound of a match being lit, the soft glow as flame flickered on the now lit candle.
Maybe she caught a brief glimpse of who Bruce really was, as the dim glow illuminated them both. Thunder rolled again in the distance as the rain continued to fall. Softly she leaned forwards hands held in her lap as she listened. “Bats? How interesting. Every once in a while you see them out here, hid away in attics until its dark again. As children don’t we always have something like that. Me, it’s tornados. That or failing.” Teeth pulled against her lip as she shifted again, elbows being placed on the table as she rested her chin against the back side of her hands, eyes found his with the dance of candle light in them as she paused for a moment. “Bruce, do you always get what you want? Sorry. I guess it just seems you try to achive a lot, and from what I've heard you have.”
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Bruce Wayne
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My anger outweighs my guilt.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 31, 2005 0:36:08 GMT -5
At once Bruce realized he’d said something wrong. That he’d given the green meteorite rock a name… that he’d revealed his knowledge that he knew it was named Kryptonite. As if conversationally he was as slick of a pilot Bruce dodged the question he knew she was really asking with faked naïveté. “Intimacy..? I’m sorry I know it’s a poor choice or words….” For a few seconds Bruce struggled with an awkward expression. He was famous for putting his foot in his mouth. Something of a genetic flaw he shared with this father. They were both terribly bad at coming right to the point of something in such sharp focus that it was a bit of a shock. It was perhaps why Thomas Wayne has spent so many years battling poverty and crime with donations and projects about the city. “I just thought it was fitting. I’m no stranger to the obsession for the truth, or the personal attachment you can get from pouring so much of yourself into that quest.”
“Bruce, do you always get what you want? Sorry. I guess it just seems you try to achieve a lot, and from what I've heard you have.”
He wasn’t taken aback by her direct line of questioning. If anything he was slightly amused. - The look, accented by a clever grin and a nod. "No apologies… and usually, yes.” He leaned a little bit closer to Chloe, a hint of flirt on his voice as she spoke his next bit. “If anyone should be apologizing it’s me… keeping you out this late. Immediately going to the meat of things. Really I should have waited until a more appropriate timeframe. I'm sure your boyfriend would kill me if he knew I had you in my hotel room at this hour.”
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Post by Chloe Sullivan on Oct 31, 2005 2:07:09 GMT -5
He was dancing around the real answer. Chloe knew this. So many years of Clark never letting on, made her not quite as naïve as she used to be. But how he might have known the meteorite was called Kryptonite because of it’s origin was an answer she wasn’t going to get. Not yet at least. All right, she’d play along. Watching him she shifted her weight on the chair. “Oh…No. I mean, well yes. But…It’s all right.” She smiled slightly. Chloe was usually good with words, most of the time with expressing herself. But usually not around Clark it took a while for her to even admit her feelings for him. Now it was different between them. “I believe in truth, Bruce. But obsessions can be dangerous things.”
Head tipped to the side as she looked across to him, blonde tresses falling near her shoulders. She’d once been obsessed with her ‘Wall of Weird.’ Sometimes it hurt people close to her. People that she loved and cared for. Then other times it got her in trouble. Personal attachment. That was exactly what she had felt. Now she was looking into the face of a young man who might be consumed with the obsession of knowledge. Becoming the man he wanted to be. She reached across the table for his hand as the candle flickered. “Just don’t ever let obsessions take over your life. Trust me.”
She removed her hand and folded the napkin over her diner plate. The rain outside was getting harder. Bruce spoke again, after her direct questions. The best way she knew to get some answers. Try to put more depth to the man in front of her. “No apologies…and usually, yes.” “Well I’ll keep that in mind.” Fingers ran through her hair again in the candles flicker. Wax was starting to run down the side of the candle and he leaned closer. “ If anyone should be apologizing it’s me…keeping you out this late. Immediately going into the meat of things. Really I should have waited until a more appropriate timeframe. I’m sure your boyfriend would kill me if he knew I had you in my hotel room at this hour.”
A blush flushed across her cheeks as she glanced away, then back towards him. Moving softly she stood. “Like you said. No apologies. I don’t mind jumping into things, I like feeling informed. My Uncle likes to leave out details.” Turning her eyes squinted in the dim glow as she reached for her jacket, and belongings. Calling over her shoulder towards him as she pulled on the jacket. “And I guess you’ll live another day.” She turned catching his glance, like he wasn’t quite sure. Slowly Chloe moved forwards placing a hand on his shoulder. Head shook some blonde from it’s place and she smiled slightly embarrassed. “I don’t have a boyfriend. But your right about being alone in your hotel room. In a small town hot gossip like this would spread like wildfire. Like when they find out Gotham’s own Bruce Wayne is here in Smallville. Good thing now one knows, yet. ” Moving back she extended her hand. “Care to escort me out like the gentleman I’m sure Alfred raised you to be?” There had been a hint of return flirt to Bruce, with the candle burning down to it’s last bit, they would have had to call it a night anyway. The lobby was empty, thankfully. She didn’t much care for gossip herself. Taking out her car keys she shifted releasing Bruce’s hand to open the door. Hand moved raising the purse above her head to keep rain from falling on her. It had defiantly gotten harder. A southern shower was quickly becoming a downpour. Creeping along behind them was a shadowed figure, ski mask over his face. Chloe gasped dropping her keys as she was grabbed by someone other than Bruce.
“Gimme the purse. Nice an easy like.” Water splashed against her pant legs as they stepped off the curb into the rain. He was trying to get distance, taking her away from the man she’d spent the evening with. Heart was racing as she lowered the bag. Rain now starting to drench her, full hair was now laying flat, as water ran down her cheek. Eyes widened as her wrist was gripped even tighter and the mans other arm came around her collar. Little drops of moisture clung to her black lashes as she blinked, and stared out towards Bruce.
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Post by Linda Lee Danvers on Oct 31, 2005 15:21:27 GMT -5
There was only a few times in her life that Linda was ever serious, and this was one of those times. Somehow she knew she could trust Clark, so asking this was a big step, not only for her but for him as well. She was sure that if there was any funny business with him, or if her theory was correct, then they were both in for a major shock in a way. This was big.
A brow raised at his whole I was trying to see if they had live feed response. Something told her he was lieing, and he wasn't all that good at it either, no offense to him. Slowly with a shake of her head and the thought of making her grandmother less worried, they were out of the truck and trying to enter the Talon. Problem was the cop wasn't allowing it just yet. She was about to give up on this whole thing and just pull him back to the truck but Linda felt something very odd. It was like the air was filled with a odd electricity and every hair on her neck and arms began to stand on end. This caused Linda to glance about before she heard Clark's whisper. And she responded with her own. "Yeah.." Her voice was soft and hushed as she was trying to figure out where the heck it came from.
With her hand suddenly grabbed and a bit of a shock between the two exchanged, she was under the police tape and in the diner. It was a really nice place and no wonder that people would hang out there, even after closing hours. This night was becoming the oddest in history. She moved to where he gestured the phone was while he grabbed some things up. Calling her grandmother it was a short and sweet call.
"Grams I'll be home shortly." "Well thank heavens, where are you?" "At the Talon, with a new friend named Clark Kent." " Kent...Kents..OH they are a lovely family..and Clark from what I remember is a very good boy too. Just be safe ok?" " I will...I'll see you soon.."
With that she smiled and hung the phone up and was about to leave the place again but something stopped them. The fact that this Jor-El twin Clark gave her such a odd question to ask someone you're trying to hide things from. "Before we leave I want to know something. Did anyone send you to find me? I mean, are you working for anyone…anyone that might know something?" Linda's brow raised a bit in a odd expression at such an odd question. " No....I'm not working for anyone. And I wasn't sent for you. I'm just a uh...average teenage girl..but why would anyone look for you?" again with the questions.
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Post by Clark Kent on Oct 31, 2005 17:25:18 GMT -5
Clark nodded his head once and picked up the phone making his own call. “Hey mom, yeah, it’s me. There’s been some trouble. No it’s not that. Mom it’s Lois. They just took her way in a police car. I think it’s something bigger. All right, I’ll meet you over there. Linda? She’s fine, she’s still with me, we just called her grandmother. Uh-huh. See you soon.” Hanging up the receiver he looked back towards Linda. He caught the look she gave him that odd expression, then again he’d asked an odd question. And he countered back. But he didn’t think she was an average teen. Earlier she’d stopped him in his tracks and that was quite a feat. “It’s nothing. Just sometimes unexplained things happen in Smallville.”
Rain had started as he half jogged back to the truck, the engine turning over as the truck came to life. Taking a final look around, then one more at Linda he backed up. Driving the opposite way of the Police Station. There wasn’t anything said. He was still figuring out what to exactly say. Lying wasn’t a strong point of his. The truck jerked as it went off the road the ground now mud beneath the tires. There were only few people who knew about these caves, but none of them really knew it’s deeper meaning. He wasn’t even sure he knew fully. The symbols engraved on the walls. Clark rummaged for the flashlight in the glove compartment as he nodded to Linda.
Some wet paces and they were in the shelter of the caves, the flashlight flicked on, casting a glow around the caves. Shadows stretched as he moved in slightly deeper before stopping turning around to Linda. “Something keeps telling me I can trust you. But I’m not sure.” Clark took in a deep breath and shined the light against one wall where a deeply carved symbol was as he looked back to Linda. “Before we first met this is where I was. I can’t lie and tell you I didn’t do anything, you saw me. I’ve uh…got some interesting talents.” Weight shifted as he turned again, shining the light towards the blonde girl he stepped closer and lowered his voice some. “But I have a feeling your not exactly who you are either. When we ran into each other, you shouldn’t have been able to… I heard you whisper something. A name. What does it mean…how do you know it?”
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Bruce Wayne
Threat
My anger outweighs my guilt.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 31, 2005 17:32:15 GMT -5
Her hand was small and warm. A physical symbol of what he was fighting for. He held out her coat, assisting her. “What would Alfred say if I refused?” he smiled. It didn’t take long for them to reach the street. Bruce hadn’t bothered with a coat, the rain not bothering him as it pelted on his shoulders and into his hair. As they rounded the building, entering the parking lot the shadow attacked. In the darkness of the rain and the power outage, they seemed easy prey. The mugger chose wrong.
He reacted quickly. It was a hair’s breath from the time between when she was seized, and the moment when her innocent wide-eyed expression met with his. His feet pounded against the wet asphalt as he closed the gap between the mugger and Chloe. Bruce didn’t hesitate. He saw the weapon, and before the mugger had time to react Bruce had seized hold of the gun barrel, and jammed straight down, breaking his opposite wrist. He could have stopped there but he didn’t. Now Bruce had become the machine.
As the man screamed he used the broken wrist against him, pushing him away from Chloe as he continued the move; breaking the arm against the elbow joint, bringing it up and around behind his back. Bruce’s entire body had whipped into the move; the heaviness from the rain had soaked though his t-shirt leaving little to the imagination as to the hard muscle that he’d just put into action. As the mugger flipped to the side, his head thudding against the wall next to where Chloe had been. Bruce pivoted, pulled the gun slide apart, dropped the clip and thrust forward with the useless piece of metal, holding the cold steel against the man’s throat. - Staring him down with blazing eyes. Rain had plastered his hair to his head, dribbling from his eyebrow and into his unflinching eye. Bruce Wayne was inches away from killing him.
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Post by Chloe Sullivan on Oct 31, 2005 18:57:07 GMT -5
Heart pounded against her ribs, breath quickened. There were few times in her life when Chloe was really afraid. Like anyone with a bad memory, it haunts you. Lips opened in a gasp. Mind replaying bits, pieces, clips of that dark memory. Hand jerked trying to pull her wrist away. The grip tightened pulling her back. Calm eyes were filling with fear. The haunts of being kidnapped. Was it happening again. Was this all some set up. Eyes darted towards Bruce. Throat was dry she wanted to cry out. Call a name. Not the name of Bruce Wayne, but of Clark Kent.
Water soaked through the jacket now. Hair clung to flesh as she was jerked backwards. The man behind her shifted pulling a weapon. Chloe gasped. Suddenly she felt very claustrophobic, like she couldn’t breath. No sounds would escape her lips. Pupils dilated for an instant she thought she’d seen the figure of Lionel Luthor. Finally a scream pulled from her. Eyes closed tightly. “NO!”
When she opened them again, Bruce had gone on the move. Seizing the man who was trying to mug her. Other thoughts and theories were reeling through her mind. Maybe it was a test, but internally she felt the turmoil. That for an instant she associated the image of Bruce standing there as she was being pulled away, with that of the Senior Luthor. Perhaps it was the money, maybe it was something completely different. Form fell forwards as hands caught her fall against the wet ground. Coughing, soaked hair fell against her face. If Bruce was part of it, why was he fighting so hard. Shifting she sat back against her legs on the ground one hand still supporting her weight. Eyes closed again as she tried to get the images out of her head, still hearing the fighting going on.
Looking up, slicked hair didn’t move as the rain continued to fall. The fight was over. Eyes widened as she watched the young man move again. The mugger was trapped with no where to go and Bruce was moving upon him, in a way she hadn’t seen before. A new fear started to boil to the surface as she watched the metal come closer to the man’s throat. Hand extended out towards him, a hint of fear in her voice as she called his name. “…Bruce…” Water ran down her cheeks, dripping from her chin as she sat there. Still trying to calm herself. The carefree features she’d worn earlier were all but gone. Now they were of mixed emotions. Terror. Worry. Hurt. Confusion. He seemed like such a different person standing there rain drenched, his shoulders rising and falling with his breath. Chloe swallowed before breathing out once again, hanging her head down as bangs covered her eyes.
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