AN: All appropriate disclaimers appear here. Don't own any of characters. All purely for entertainment. I found my story for Smallville and I thought I shared it. This was written years back with another friend of mine who prefers to be nameless. She also gave me the green light to post it. What else? This story was written in script though. First time, so go easy on me. I probably have broken still a lot more rules. Oh, well that's how we grow.
Background of the story. A couple of months after Clark's dad had passed away. Episode mentioned in the story, "Rush."
Some terms:
O.S. - off screen
"PIECES"
TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. SOUTH EDGE – ROSS FARM - DAY
STEVEN, 26, with medium built frame, drops the wooden post he carries when the earth swallows his employer...
STEVEN
Mr. Ross! Can you hear me?
He crawls inch by inch and peers into a long...
INT. SHAFT - DAY
where BILL ROSS, broad-shouldered with a slight paunch,swipes the cobwebs off his face. Steven is a silhouette against the blue backdrop.
BILL
I'm fine, just winded!
He inspects the cramped area as the craggy walls pull grotesque faces under the meager light.
BILL
Throw down a flashlight, will you? I want to see where this channel goes.
SHAFT – FIVE MINUTES LATER
As another farmhand slackens the rope, Steven rappels.
BILL
You just don't like the idea of answering to Pete.
Steven drops beside Bill.
STEVEN
I made a promise.
He hands the spare flashlight to Bill who explores the
CAVE CHANNEL
as beams from their flashlights crisscross the red veined walls.
BILL
pockets one mysterious red stone from the ground. They flounder along the narrow channel that connects to a
CAVE VESTIBULE
where walking lab coats with Lexcorp emblem on the sleeve are everywhere, recording data with their specialized gadgets.
STEVEN
Someone's been very busy.
A pale scientist faces a bristling Bill Ross.
BILL
Where's your employer?
INT. RED CHAMBER – CAVE - DAY
LEX, a picture of contrast in a sharp black business suit amidst white lab coats, waits behind the worktable. A red-haired scientist approaches Lex, carrying a short
CANISTER
full of dull red meteor pieces.
LEX
I want a full battery of tests done and a progress report by the end of the week.
His hand unclasps the lid. A silver
VACUTAINER
nestles in the center. Forefinger and thumb unscrews the cap, freeing tendrils of sublimation within. The end tips over and a
VIAL
of bubbling blood slides out. The walls with numerous lengthy red
VEINS
snake into life, springing scientists in feverish movements. The unexplainable effulgence draws Lex's gaze to one clear
RED COLUMN
free from dirt and packed mud. The chatoyant inexplicable glow seizes his attention and forgets the
VIAL
shattering in his hand.
BILL (O.S)
What's going on here?
Lex tempers his annoyance that a casual observer wouldn't even know he was interrupted by this angry voice echoing in the chamber.
BILL (O.S)
Is he still looking for ways to pollute this town?
As Lex lingers, the column's glow subsides. Profound curiosity worms its way on his pale countenance.
BILL (O.S)
Well, I'm not moving until I hear an explanation.
Lex schools his features to face the disgruntled Smallvillian.
LEX
Mr. Ross.
BILL
Mr. Luthor, is Aberline another pet project?
FADE OUT:
END OF TEASER