Title: Invisible
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Smallville related...if I did I probably wouldn't be writing fanfic...imagine if someone involved with the show did write fanfic...imagine Tom Welling did! Imagine if he wrote a Chloe/Clark story!! Wow...that was a tangent if I ever saw one. Sorry about that.
Feedback: I'd love it...this is my first Smallville fanfic and I'd love to know what you guys think. This will eventually be a Chloe/Clark shipper, don't you worry your pretty little heads.
Email: flight_of_fantasy7@hotmail.com
Part One
"Aren't we a little old for the carnival?" Chloe Sullivan asked, shooting her two best friends an annoyed glance.
"Nice try Chloe," Pete Ross said with a grin, "I saw your face light up when you walked in here. Just admit it, you love the carnival as much as the rest of us."
Chloe grinned in spite of herself. Of course she enjoyed the carnival. You'd have to be dead not to enjoy the delicious smells, flashing lights, and children's laughter. And you would have to be blind or insane not to get more than a little thrill at the prospect of grabbing onto Clark Kent's strong frame when hitting a bump on a roller coaster. Chloe was just complaining because it was expected of her, and she didn't expect for a second that her friends would buy her complaints about the carnival.
"I guess it could make an interesting story," Chloe remarked with a shrug, not about to give Pete the satisfaction of admitting he was right, "Beyond the Cotton Candy: The Dirty Underbelly of the American Fairground."
Pete laughed and pointed at a particularly threatening wooden roller coaster. "What do you say Chloe?" he challenged. "Do you want to start your in-depth exposé on the seedy world of carnivals by riding the Wild Beast?"
"I'm game," Chloe said, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. Glancing at Clark, she felt her spirits pick up. "Hey Clark, you've been pretty quiet. What do you say? Are you man enough to tame the Wild Beast?"
Clark didn't answer. He was apparently preoccupied with something far off in the distance that Chloe couldn't see.
"Earth to Clark! Come in Clark!" Chloe exclaimed, waving her hands in front of Clark's face, which was burrowed in deep concentration.
When Clark seemed to look straight through her, Chloe shot Pete a hurt and confused look.
Pete shrugged sympathetically and shouted, "Yo Clark, you there?"
This time Clark immediately looked at Pete and grinned. "Yeah Pete, I'm here," he replied as if he hadn't been completely out of it a moment before. "What is it?"
"Chloe just asked if you wanted to go with us on the roller coaster over there, the Wild Beast," Pete told him.
"Really?" Clark replied with surprise.
"Yeah," Chloe replied, a little hurt by the fact that Clark hadn't so much as looked in her direction since they had arrived at the carnival. "So do you want to go on it or not?"
Clark shook his head, still not looking at Chloe. In fact, he had returned his penetrating gaze to the sight in front of him. "Nah," he said, "you two go on with out me. I'm not really in the mood to go on a roller coaster right now."
Chloe sighed loudly. She was annoyed that although it was Clark that had suggested that the three of them go to the carnival, he was obviously too distracted to be any fun.
"What is so damn interesting anyway?" Chloe exclaimed, following Clark's gaze.
And there she was. Lana Lang, looking as perfect and angelic as ever.
"How the heck did Clark see her coming from that far away?" Chloe thought to herself incredulously.
Echoing her thoughts, Pete whispered to her, "Damn, Clark's got some kind of weird radar when it comes to that girl!"
Chloe chuckled and nodded.
"Hi Clark. Pete," Lana said in her characteristically breathy voice.
"Hello!" Chloe exclaimed, waving her hand at Lana in a dramatic fashion.
"Chloe," Lana breathed, "Sorry, I didn't even see you."
"There seems to be a lot of that going around," Chloe muttered under her breath.
"So where's Whitney?" Pete asked Lana, shooting a pointed look at Clark, who of course, completely infatuated with Lana, was oblivious.
"He went with a couple of his buddies to Metropolis to catch the game," Lana replied, "so I'm flying solo tonight."
Chloe groaned. "Of all the luck," she thought disappointedly.
"Speaking of which," Lana said, flashing her sweet smile, "would anybody like to join me on the roller coaster?"
"I would!" Clark immediately exclaimed, a slight blush creeping over his face when he realized that he sounded way too enthusiastic. "I mean, I would like to join you," he said calmly.
"Oh yeah, nice save," Chloe thought as she rolled her eyes.
"I thought you said you didn't feel like going on a roller coaster right now?" Chloe urged unable to hide her jealously.
Clark didn't respond, in fact, he didn't even acknowledge Chloe at all. He simply nodded at Pete and took Lana by the hand, leading her to the roller coaster.
"Is he mad at me or something?" Chloe asked Pete, watching sadly as Clark and Lana boarded the roller coaster and Lana took the seat next to Clark that should have been Chloe's.
Pete smiled weakly at Chloe. "You know how he gets when Lana's around," he said comfortingly, "he's oblivious to everything and everyone else around him."
Chloe nodded and gestured to the creaky, old roller coaster. "Shall we?" she said to Pete, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice.
"We shall," Pete agreed linking arms with Chloe and heading over to the roller coaster.
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"Wow, for someone who didn't even wanted to go on the ride in the first place, you sure went on enough times!" Pete remarked as Lana and Clark headed towards the bench he and Chloe were sitting on after riding the Wild Beast four times in a row.
Clark grinned sheepishly and replied, "Lana loves roller coasters."
Chloe was unable to suppress a groan. Luckily, no one seemed to hear her.
"So what's next?" Lana asked with a cheerful smile.
Chloe immediately felt bad for being in such a bad mood when Lana was being nothing but sweet. It wasn't Lana's fault that Clark became such a dolt whenever she was around, and it wasn't Lana's fault that Clark had suddenly become oblivious to the fact that Chloe was even there.
"Ooh, the Twirl-A-Whirl!" Chloe exclaimed pointing to hers and Clark's favorite ride.
Unfortunately, it seemed to be a favorite of Lana's as well as she too exclaimed upon seeing the ride.
This time, Clark shot Chloe a quick glance, and then looked back at Lana. "Do you want to go on it?" he asked Lana, much to Chloe's dismay.
Lana looked at Chloe and said, "how about you go on this one with Chloe? I'll catch the next one."
Clark looked at Chloe who, much to her own surprise, shook her head and smiled. "Don't worry about me," she said with feigned indifference, "I'll go with Pete."
"Uh, Pete took off," Clark replied pointing at Pete who was getting on the Ferris wheel with a girl from one of his classes.
"Oh," Chloe said dejectedly, "um, I'll just go to that fortune teller's tent then."
"There," Chloe thought, "Clark knows that I hate fortune tellers. Maybe now he'll realize that I'm not having the best time and pay some attention to me!"
No such luck. Clark nodded and grinned brightly at Lana. "Okay Chloe," he said, "have fun. We'll meet you in front of the fortune teller's tent in fifteen minutes."
Chloe stared after Clark and Lana, stunned that he would so easily brush her off. "Why should I be so stunned?" she thought, "he's with the girl he has a huge crush on, as if I wouldn't be just as quick to brush people off to have Clark all to myself!"
Making her way through the crowd, Chloe spotted the fortune teller's tent. She hadn't really planned to go in, but since she was stuck waiting there for fifteen minutes, she decided she might as well check it out for a laugh.
Chloe handed a ticket to the woman in front of the fortune teller's tent and entered the tent. She was greeted with an eerie green glow as she entered the tent, and upon a closer examination of the tent lining, she discovered that it was embroidered with pieces of the meteorite.
"That can't be good," Chloe said aloud.
"Those rocks have power," a male voice with a heavy accent said from behind Chloe.
"You don't have to tell me twice," Chloe muttered, turning around to face the owner of the voice.
A strange skinny man, with dark hair and startling eyes, that seemed to be as green as the meteorite, grinned brightly at Chloe.
"Uh, hey, um you're not exactly Madam Zelda now are you? What happened, did she quit?" Chloe said nervously. When the man said nothing, Chloe continued. "Um, maybe we should just get to you telling me my future."
The man laughed at this and gestured for Chloe to sit down at a table with a crystal ball on it.
The fortune teller sat quietly for a moment, staring at Chloe intently. After a few minutes of his staring and silence, Chloe began to shift uneasily under the man's penetrating gaze.
Finally, the strange man, looked away from Chloe for a second, gazed into his crystal ball and laughed.
Forgetting how uneasy this man made her, Chloe was offended. "Hey!" she said, glaring at the fortune teller. "People generally don't like having someone laugh at their future, no matter how humorous it may be!"
The man smiled and Chloe was immediately reminded why this guy gave her the creeps.
"Where's Clark when you need him?" Chloe thought shooting a desperate look at the entrance to the tent.
"I'm not a fan of predicting what is going to happen in a person's future," the man said, regarding Chloe closely.
"Well then maybe you'd better think of a different line of work, cause I hate to tell you this buddy, but predicting people's futures is in the job description for a fortune teller!" Chloe retorted.
The man chuckled. "Yes, yes," he replied, "but I would rather shape this future than simply predict it."
"Um..." Chloe said, as she started to get up.
"Yes, I think I have just the right thing in mind for you Chloe," the man continued, reaching into a bag beside his chair and pulling something out of it.
"Um, that's quite alright, I think I've gotten my ticket's worth," Chloe said, growing increasingly terrified by the second. "Wait a minute," she said with a start, "how do you know my name?"
The man smiled. "Oh my dear, I know a lot more than just your name. For instance, I know that lately you've been feeling quite invisible to your friends, and parents, and particularly to your friend Clark," the man said pointing what looked like a wand with a piece of the glowing green meteorite on the tip of it.
Chloe tried to deny what the man was saying but the look on her face revealed that he was right.
Staring nervously at the wand in the man's hand, Chloe said, "um, yeah, so what's it to you?"
The man smiled again.
"Does that guy ever stop smiling?" Chloe thought with fright. "I just have to keep backing away from him and I'll soon back my way out of this tent. This is definitely going on the Wall of Weird!"
Whispering something in another language, the fortune teller waved the glowing wand at Chloe and again smiled his creepy grin and said, "Now you are what you feel."
Chloe just stared at him and afraid that this obviously unbalanced man was about to kill her, she took a running leap towards the entrance of the tent and found herself safely outside.
Chloe let out a huge sigh of relief at having escaped the madman and felt even more secure when she saw Clark, Lana and Pete standing a few feet away.
"I told her that we'd meet her in front of the fortune teller's tent in fifteen minutes!" Clark exclaimed frantically. "It's been over an hour and there's still no sign of her!"
"Over an hour?" Chloe thought with surprise. "I wasn't in there with that wacko that long, was I?"
"Um Clark, I'm right here," she assured her friend with a grin. "I had a frightening run-in with the nutcase fortune teller, but I'm fine now."
Clark didn't respond, but continued to shoot frantic glances around the fairground. "Are you sure she wasn't in the fortune teller's tent?" He asked Pete.
"Clark, I checked three times!" Pete exclaimed, "Madam Zelda said no one matching Chloe's description had been in there, which isn't surprising since Chloe HATES fortune tellers!"
"Well, I certainly do now!" Chloe remarked. "But Madam Zelda wasn't there this year, it was some weird smiley guy."
"I know," Clark said running his hands through his hair with frustration. "I should have known something was up as soon as she said that."
"Clark, it's okay, everything's fine!" Chloe exclaimed, shaking Clark's shoulders hard.
Chloe's mouth dropped when Clark didn't even flinch. "What the...?"
"Maybe she went home," Lana suggested breathily, "I mean, we searched the whole place three times and she was nowhere to be found, plus you said that she wasn't having fun anyway, so..."
"Um, not home guys," Chloe shouted frantically, "NOT HOME!!"
Pete nodded. "I think Lana's right Clark," he said, "let's just head over to her house and see if she's there. If I know Chloe, she'll probably be on her third cup of coffee and working on the next story for the Torch."
"Pete, that's not funny! I'm right here! HELLO!!" Chloe yelled, waving her hands in her friends' faces and shoving each of them hard with no response.
"Yeah," Clark agreed with a grin, "she'll probably make fun of us for making such a big deal about this. We might as well go over and let her get started."
"Oh for the love of..." Chloe began, then she noticed the fortune teller's tent out of the corner of her eye. The sign, which previously had simply read 'Your Future', now read 'Madam Zelda Will Tell Your Fortune For One Ticket'. "What the...?"
Then she heard a deep, full laugh coming from in front of the tent. Apparently, she was the only one who heard the laughter or saw the strange, skinny man with his glowing green eyes staring at Chloe, a satisfied grin on his creepy face.
"Now you are what you feel!" the man exclaimed before he vanished into thin air.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Chloe exclaimed.
TBC
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Smallville related...if I did I probably wouldn't be writing fanfic...imagine if someone involved with the show did write fanfic...imagine Tom Welling did! Imagine if he wrote a Chloe/Clark story!! Wow...that was a tangent if I ever saw one. Sorry about that.
Feedback: I'd love it...this is my first Smallville fanfic and I'd love to know what you guys think. This will eventually be a Chloe/Clark shipper, don't you worry your pretty little heads.
Email: flight_of_fantasy7@hotmail.com
Part One
"Aren't we a little old for the carnival?" Chloe Sullivan asked, shooting her two best friends an annoyed glance.
"Nice try Chloe," Pete Ross said with a grin, "I saw your face light up when you walked in here. Just admit it, you love the carnival as much as the rest of us."
Chloe grinned in spite of herself. Of course she enjoyed the carnival. You'd have to be dead not to enjoy the delicious smells, flashing lights, and children's laughter. And you would have to be blind or insane not to get more than a little thrill at the prospect of grabbing onto Clark Kent's strong frame when hitting a bump on a roller coaster. Chloe was just complaining because it was expected of her, and she didn't expect for a second that her friends would buy her complaints about the carnival.
"I guess it could make an interesting story," Chloe remarked with a shrug, not about to give Pete the satisfaction of admitting he was right, "Beyond the Cotton Candy: The Dirty Underbelly of the American Fairground."
Pete laughed and pointed at a particularly threatening wooden roller coaster. "What do you say Chloe?" he challenged. "Do you want to start your in-depth exposé on the seedy world of carnivals by riding the Wild Beast?"
"I'm game," Chloe said, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. Glancing at Clark, she felt her spirits pick up. "Hey Clark, you've been pretty quiet. What do you say? Are you man enough to tame the Wild Beast?"
Clark didn't answer. He was apparently preoccupied with something far off in the distance that Chloe couldn't see.
"Earth to Clark! Come in Clark!" Chloe exclaimed, waving her hands in front of Clark's face, which was burrowed in deep concentration.
When Clark seemed to look straight through her, Chloe shot Pete a hurt and confused look.
Pete shrugged sympathetically and shouted, "Yo Clark, you there?"
This time Clark immediately looked at Pete and grinned. "Yeah Pete, I'm here," he replied as if he hadn't been completely out of it a moment before. "What is it?"
"Chloe just asked if you wanted to go with us on the roller coaster over there, the Wild Beast," Pete told him.
"Really?" Clark replied with surprise.
"Yeah," Chloe replied, a little hurt by the fact that Clark hadn't so much as looked in her direction since they had arrived at the carnival. "So do you want to go on it or not?"
Clark shook his head, still not looking at Chloe. In fact, he had returned his penetrating gaze to the sight in front of him. "Nah," he said, "you two go on with out me. I'm not really in the mood to go on a roller coaster right now."
Chloe sighed loudly. She was annoyed that although it was Clark that had suggested that the three of them go to the carnival, he was obviously too distracted to be any fun.
"What is so damn interesting anyway?" Chloe exclaimed, following Clark's gaze.
And there she was. Lana Lang, looking as perfect and angelic as ever.
"How the heck did Clark see her coming from that far away?" Chloe thought to herself incredulously.
Echoing her thoughts, Pete whispered to her, "Damn, Clark's got some kind of weird radar when it comes to that girl!"
Chloe chuckled and nodded.
"Hi Clark. Pete," Lana said in her characteristically breathy voice.
"Hello!" Chloe exclaimed, waving her hand at Lana in a dramatic fashion.
"Chloe," Lana breathed, "Sorry, I didn't even see you."
"There seems to be a lot of that going around," Chloe muttered under her breath.
"So where's Whitney?" Pete asked Lana, shooting a pointed look at Clark, who of course, completely infatuated with Lana, was oblivious.
"He went with a couple of his buddies to Metropolis to catch the game," Lana replied, "so I'm flying solo tonight."
Chloe groaned. "Of all the luck," she thought disappointedly.
"Speaking of which," Lana said, flashing her sweet smile, "would anybody like to join me on the roller coaster?"
"I would!" Clark immediately exclaimed, a slight blush creeping over his face when he realized that he sounded way too enthusiastic. "I mean, I would like to join you," he said calmly.
"Oh yeah, nice save," Chloe thought as she rolled her eyes.
"I thought you said you didn't feel like going on a roller coaster right now?" Chloe urged unable to hide her jealously.
Clark didn't respond, in fact, he didn't even acknowledge Chloe at all. He simply nodded at Pete and took Lana by the hand, leading her to the roller coaster.
"Is he mad at me or something?" Chloe asked Pete, watching sadly as Clark and Lana boarded the roller coaster and Lana took the seat next to Clark that should have been Chloe's.
Pete smiled weakly at Chloe. "You know how he gets when Lana's around," he said comfortingly, "he's oblivious to everything and everyone else around him."
Chloe nodded and gestured to the creaky, old roller coaster. "Shall we?" she said to Pete, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice.
"We shall," Pete agreed linking arms with Chloe and heading over to the roller coaster.
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"Wow, for someone who didn't even wanted to go on the ride in the first place, you sure went on enough times!" Pete remarked as Lana and Clark headed towards the bench he and Chloe were sitting on after riding the Wild Beast four times in a row.
Clark grinned sheepishly and replied, "Lana loves roller coasters."
Chloe was unable to suppress a groan. Luckily, no one seemed to hear her.
"So what's next?" Lana asked with a cheerful smile.
Chloe immediately felt bad for being in such a bad mood when Lana was being nothing but sweet. It wasn't Lana's fault that Clark became such a dolt whenever she was around, and it wasn't Lana's fault that Clark had suddenly become oblivious to the fact that Chloe was even there.
"Ooh, the Twirl-A-Whirl!" Chloe exclaimed pointing to hers and Clark's favorite ride.
Unfortunately, it seemed to be a favorite of Lana's as well as she too exclaimed upon seeing the ride.
This time, Clark shot Chloe a quick glance, and then looked back at Lana. "Do you want to go on it?" he asked Lana, much to Chloe's dismay.
Lana looked at Chloe and said, "how about you go on this one with Chloe? I'll catch the next one."
Clark looked at Chloe who, much to her own surprise, shook her head and smiled. "Don't worry about me," she said with feigned indifference, "I'll go with Pete."
"Uh, Pete took off," Clark replied pointing at Pete who was getting on the Ferris wheel with a girl from one of his classes.
"Oh," Chloe said dejectedly, "um, I'll just go to that fortune teller's tent then."
"There," Chloe thought, "Clark knows that I hate fortune tellers. Maybe now he'll realize that I'm not having the best time and pay some attention to me!"
No such luck. Clark nodded and grinned brightly at Lana. "Okay Chloe," he said, "have fun. We'll meet you in front of the fortune teller's tent in fifteen minutes."
Chloe stared after Clark and Lana, stunned that he would so easily brush her off. "Why should I be so stunned?" she thought, "he's with the girl he has a huge crush on, as if I wouldn't be just as quick to brush people off to have Clark all to myself!"
Making her way through the crowd, Chloe spotted the fortune teller's tent. She hadn't really planned to go in, but since she was stuck waiting there for fifteen minutes, she decided she might as well check it out for a laugh.
Chloe handed a ticket to the woman in front of the fortune teller's tent and entered the tent. She was greeted with an eerie green glow as she entered the tent, and upon a closer examination of the tent lining, she discovered that it was embroidered with pieces of the meteorite.
"That can't be good," Chloe said aloud.
"Those rocks have power," a male voice with a heavy accent said from behind Chloe.
"You don't have to tell me twice," Chloe muttered, turning around to face the owner of the voice.
A strange skinny man, with dark hair and startling eyes, that seemed to be as green as the meteorite, grinned brightly at Chloe.
"Uh, hey, um you're not exactly Madam Zelda now are you? What happened, did she quit?" Chloe said nervously. When the man said nothing, Chloe continued. "Um, maybe we should just get to you telling me my future."
The man laughed at this and gestured for Chloe to sit down at a table with a crystal ball on it.
The fortune teller sat quietly for a moment, staring at Chloe intently. After a few minutes of his staring and silence, Chloe began to shift uneasily under the man's penetrating gaze.
Finally, the strange man, looked away from Chloe for a second, gazed into his crystal ball and laughed.
Forgetting how uneasy this man made her, Chloe was offended. "Hey!" she said, glaring at the fortune teller. "People generally don't like having someone laugh at their future, no matter how humorous it may be!"
The man smiled and Chloe was immediately reminded why this guy gave her the creeps.
"Where's Clark when you need him?" Chloe thought shooting a desperate look at the entrance to the tent.
"I'm not a fan of predicting what is going to happen in a person's future," the man said, regarding Chloe closely.
"Well then maybe you'd better think of a different line of work, cause I hate to tell you this buddy, but predicting people's futures is in the job description for a fortune teller!" Chloe retorted.
The man chuckled. "Yes, yes," he replied, "but I would rather shape this future than simply predict it."
"Um..." Chloe said, as she started to get up.
"Yes, I think I have just the right thing in mind for you Chloe," the man continued, reaching into a bag beside his chair and pulling something out of it.
"Um, that's quite alright, I think I've gotten my ticket's worth," Chloe said, growing increasingly terrified by the second. "Wait a minute," she said with a start, "how do you know my name?"
The man smiled. "Oh my dear, I know a lot more than just your name. For instance, I know that lately you've been feeling quite invisible to your friends, and parents, and particularly to your friend Clark," the man said pointing what looked like a wand with a piece of the glowing green meteorite on the tip of it.
Chloe tried to deny what the man was saying but the look on her face revealed that he was right.
Staring nervously at the wand in the man's hand, Chloe said, "um, yeah, so what's it to you?"
The man smiled again.
"Does that guy ever stop smiling?" Chloe thought with fright. "I just have to keep backing away from him and I'll soon back my way out of this tent. This is definitely going on the Wall of Weird!"
Whispering something in another language, the fortune teller waved the glowing wand at Chloe and again smiled his creepy grin and said, "Now you are what you feel."
Chloe just stared at him and afraid that this obviously unbalanced man was about to kill her, she took a running leap towards the entrance of the tent and found herself safely outside.
Chloe let out a huge sigh of relief at having escaped the madman and felt even more secure when she saw Clark, Lana and Pete standing a few feet away.
"I told her that we'd meet her in front of the fortune teller's tent in fifteen minutes!" Clark exclaimed frantically. "It's been over an hour and there's still no sign of her!"
"Over an hour?" Chloe thought with surprise. "I wasn't in there with that wacko that long, was I?"
"Um Clark, I'm right here," she assured her friend with a grin. "I had a frightening run-in with the nutcase fortune teller, but I'm fine now."
Clark didn't respond, but continued to shoot frantic glances around the fairground. "Are you sure she wasn't in the fortune teller's tent?" He asked Pete.
"Clark, I checked three times!" Pete exclaimed, "Madam Zelda said no one matching Chloe's description had been in there, which isn't surprising since Chloe HATES fortune tellers!"
"Well, I certainly do now!" Chloe remarked. "But Madam Zelda wasn't there this year, it was some weird smiley guy."
"I know," Clark said running his hands through his hair with frustration. "I should have known something was up as soon as she said that."
"Clark, it's okay, everything's fine!" Chloe exclaimed, shaking Clark's shoulders hard.
Chloe's mouth dropped when Clark didn't even flinch. "What the...?"
"Maybe she went home," Lana suggested breathily, "I mean, we searched the whole place three times and she was nowhere to be found, plus you said that she wasn't having fun anyway, so..."
"Um, not home guys," Chloe shouted frantically, "NOT HOME!!"
Pete nodded. "I think Lana's right Clark," he said, "let's just head over to her house and see if she's there. If I know Chloe, she'll probably be on her third cup of coffee and working on the next story for the Torch."
"Pete, that's not funny! I'm right here! HELLO!!" Chloe yelled, waving her hands in her friends' faces and shoving each of them hard with no response.
"Yeah," Clark agreed with a grin, "she'll probably make fun of us for making such a big deal about this. We might as well go over and let her get started."
"Oh for the love of..." Chloe began, then she noticed the fortune teller's tent out of the corner of her eye. The sign, which previously had simply read 'Your Future', now read 'Madam Zelda Will Tell Your Fortune For One Ticket'. "What the...?"
Then she heard a deep, full laugh coming from in front of the tent. Apparently, she was the only one who heard the laughter or saw the strange, skinny man with his glowing green eyes staring at Chloe, a satisfied grin on his creepy face.
"Now you are what you feel!" the man exclaimed before he vanished into thin air.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Chloe exclaimed.
TBC