Chloe continued typing on her computer, busy writing up the front page news for the Torch that she was supposed to have done the day before. But as anyone knew, life never went the way you expected it to. She yawned and leaned back in her chair, looking at the clock. One in the morning. She knew it was late and her writing was going to be crappy, but she would just revise in the morning. Besides, with everything going on in the school, Chloe doubted she could have a restful sleep.
Suddenly Chloe's computer screen went blank. So did the lights.
"Crap." muttered Chloe as she looked outside the window. Everything was dark. 'Power failure, I'll have to finish the aritlce in the morning.' she thought, hoping she remembered to save every few minutes. She stood up from the chair, looking around the near pitch black Torch office. Chloe instinticly pulled out the desk drawer, grabbing a flashlight. She turned it on, waving it around the office. Sullivan made a mental note to herself to clean up the office in the morning.
She picked up her bag and made her way to the door, guiding herself with the flashlight. she made it, twisting it open. She stepped outside and fumbled with her keys, trying to lock it again. The hallways were even darker than the Torch office. But that happens with no lights, and no stars from the clouds. A devil's night.
While trying to find the right key, Chloe's thoughts drifted to the Torch and how Clark still hadn't given her that interview with the principal. But Chloe didn't blame Clark, after all he had his hands full. With Alex.
Sullivan bit her bottom lip. Alex. Clark had never struck Chloe as a go-get-her, but this time he was different. Him and Alex seemed to get along so great, like they were one of a kind. Even from the day that met in the Talon. For just a second Chloe felt anger towards Clark, after all Chloe had always thought he and her were alike. So why couldn't he see her? Why couldn't he just try to make any sort of relationship beyond "friends" work? The dance of course didn't count. Clark left that dance to go save Lana. And despite what her conscious mind rationalized, Chloe was still resentful of that.
At least Clark wasn't on the fence anymore, afraid to go for Lana or her. Now he really had his mind set on someone. Chloe really did feel happy for him, Alex and Clark really did like each other. That was far too uncommon to just take granted. Chloe couldn't describe it exactly, but Clark seemed... looser around Alex. For the first time it wasn't as if Clark was constantly hiding something.
"Gotcha!" exclaimed Chloe as a key finally dug into the doorknob. She twisted it, hearing the familiar clicking noise when it was secured. Chloe put the keys back into her purse, and started her way down the hallway to the main lobey. She heard her shoes constantly clacking against the ground which seemed eerie to her. Whenever Chloe heard them she had the oddest feeling someone was following her, right behind her...
'Stop it Chloe, you're letting all of these stories getting to you.' she thought. It was October, a very warm one, and people's imaginations were getting the best of them. Though it did seem like paranoia was sweeping Smallville like an epidemic.
Chloe stopped. Did she hear breathing? No. That was her own breathing. Nobody else could be in the school, everything was locked down this time of year to protect the school from teens looking for a halloween prank. Sullivan continued down the hallways, noticing that she had gone in a complete circle.
'I must really be tired.' she thought, now consciously guiding her movements. And there it was again, the sound of very heavy breathing. Chloe looked down a long hallway. She was certain the noise was coming from there. 'What the hell.' she thought, started to walk down the hallway. It was only a minute, and she would prove to herself that it was just her mind imaging things.
Chloe turned a sharp corner at the end of the hallway, gasping. "Clark!" she screamed. She saw Clark on his knees staring out the window, breathing heavily with tears running down his cheek.
Slowly he turned to her, but still not taking his eyes off of the window. Chloe could see his entire face was damp from sweat and tears. "Help me!" he yelled, his voice quivering with fear.
Suddenly Chloe's computer screen went blank. So did the lights.
"Crap." muttered Chloe as she looked outside the window. Everything was dark. 'Power failure, I'll have to finish the aritlce in the morning.' she thought, hoping she remembered to save every few minutes. She stood up from the chair, looking around the near pitch black Torch office. Chloe instinticly pulled out the desk drawer, grabbing a flashlight. She turned it on, waving it around the office. Sullivan made a mental note to herself to clean up the office in the morning.
She picked up her bag and made her way to the door, guiding herself with the flashlight. she made it, twisting it open. She stepped outside and fumbled with her keys, trying to lock it again. The hallways were even darker than the Torch office. But that happens with no lights, and no stars from the clouds. A devil's night.
While trying to find the right key, Chloe's thoughts drifted to the Torch and how Clark still hadn't given her that interview with the principal. But Chloe didn't blame Clark, after all he had his hands full. With Alex.
Sullivan bit her bottom lip. Alex. Clark had never struck Chloe as a go-get-her, but this time he was different. Him and Alex seemed to get along so great, like they were one of a kind. Even from the day that met in the Talon. For just a second Chloe felt anger towards Clark, after all Chloe had always thought he and her were alike. So why couldn't he see her? Why couldn't he just try to make any sort of relationship beyond "friends" work? The dance of course didn't count. Clark left that dance to go save Lana. And despite what her conscious mind rationalized, Chloe was still resentful of that.
At least Clark wasn't on the fence anymore, afraid to go for Lana or her. Now he really had his mind set on someone. Chloe really did feel happy for him, Alex and Clark really did like each other. That was far too uncommon to just take granted. Chloe couldn't describe it exactly, but Clark seemed... looser around Alex. For the first time it wasn't as if Clark was constantly hiding something.
"Gotcha!" exclaimed Chloe as a key finally dug into the doorknob. She twisted it, hearing the familiar clicking noise when it was secured. Chloe put the keys back into her purse, and started her way down the hallway to the main lobey. She heard her shoes constantly clacking against the ground which seemed eerie to her. Whenever Chloe heard them she had the oddest feeling someone was following her, right behind her...
'Stop it Chloe, you're letting all of these stories getting to you.' she thought. It was October, a very warm one, and people's imaginations were getting the best of them. Though it did seem like paranoia was sweeping Smallville like an epidemic.
Chloe stopped. Did she hear breathing? No. That was her own breathing. Nobody else could be in the school, everything was locked down this time of year to protect the school from teens looking for a halloween prank. Sullivan continued down the hallways, noticing that she had gone in a complete circle.
'I must really be tired.' she thought, now consciously guiding her movements. And there it was again, the sound of very heavy breathing. Chloe looked down a long hallway. She was certain the noise was coming from there. 'What the hell.' she thought, started to walk down the hallway. It was only a minute, and she would prove to herself that it was just her mind imaging things.
Chloe turned a sharp corner at the end of the hallway, gasping. "Clark!" she screamed. She saw Clark on his knees staring out the window, breathing heavily with tears running down his cheek.
Slowly he turned to her, but still not taking his eyes off of the window. Chloe could see his entire face was damp from sweat and tears. "Help me!" he yelled, his voice quivering with fear.