Whit: I don't own Smallville kays, sorry this took so long...
I stare down at the espresso cupped in my hands. First Lionel, now Sullivan. I peer at her through my bangs and shake my head. "What is there a report going around? Do I have a stamp on my forehead? Is this a have you seen this alien in a 1-800-where are you zine? How is everyone finding out?" Chloe looked around nervously. Not that she needed to. We sat together in a little crowed café. It was packed to my surprise, who wakes up at four in the morning to go to a café? "No ones listening, even if they were, how could they over hear?" She calms down a bit then looks down guilt stricken.
"Well lately me and Jimmy," Oh I heard about him from Oliver. He's a nerd who takes pictures for some um magazine or newspaper, aw who cares. "Have been looking for meteor freaks and I remember the article I did on you." I held up a hand to stop her. What the hell is a meteor, actual I don't want to know.
"So you checked me out? And you found out I was an alien how?" She explained how she put it all together. How she'd realize the things I've done just weren't human. It was simple really. All the news paper articles put together, if one was smart enough they could figure out.
"Like a puzzle." She said.
"And you just knew? Have you always known about us? The Kryptonians, I mean." I didn't even know I was special. Until my parents showed me my ship. Even then, I wasn't sure. Then the dreams started. Once a month I was visited by my sister Eve. She had saved my life, she made a ship stuck me on it and sent me to earth When I was an infant. She didn't want me corrupted by the war. Between Jor-El and Zor-El, I wasn't only saved but my family destroyed. Eve was only able to contact me because I had her ring and my powers were just developing. I smile sadly at our last meeting. She told me goodbye and to waste my gifts would be a crime.
"Uh something like that." My eyes narrow. Who knows if I could trust her or Lionel? Why are they finding no how are they finding out?
"Listen Sullivan. I've no reason to trust you. You're a i b u reporter. I'm going out on a whim but you better not tell a soul." Chloe laughed. But reached out and grabbed my hand.
"Whitney, I won't tell a soul. I'm really sorry about that article by the way." Maybe she isn't a bad person.
"Promise you won't even tell Clark." She laced her pinky around my own and swore not to.
"Hows your life been going." her smile fades and she runs her fingers through her hair.
"Not good, not good at all." Realization hits Chloe's best friends: Clark and Lana. Clark in Lana in a huge fight.
"Oh I heard about the wedding I'm sorry about that. Well I'm not but well I am. Okay you know what I mean right? I'm sorry for Clark he's in love with her. Happy for Lana she's getting married. Oh never mind." She laughs and pats my hand.
"Thats how I feel. It's hard to choose whose side I should be on."
"They're both stubborn, but not stupid. They should understand it's stressful being in the middle." She takes a sip of her de caf. Her expression a bit bitter. My heart went out to her. Who would enjoy being in the middle? "Don't worry they would never make you chose."
"How do you know Clark if you don't mind me asking." My expression becomes vague almost empty, just for show. I let a mini smile form on my face.
"He saved my life." She smiles waiting, almost as if she knew. I take in the look her eyes give and feel almost betrayed but not quite. "And we had some classes together. I guess you can say I have a thing for Mr. Clark Kent." Her smile almost bitter but not quite there, all in all it confirm my suspicions. "But I know he's pining for Lana. He's been after her since what the ninth grade."
Chloe's sigh makes me feel even worse. I swirl the espresso in my cup around and look away. "And you like him too."
She blushes a bit and places her coffee on the table. "I..how did you..." My smile becomes more bold and fake but that was to be expected. It's as you said, like arranging the pieces of a puzzle.
Her phone goes of and she excuses herself, going to answer. I'm hit with a wave of déjà vu. I place my espresso back on the table and sit on my hands. Unlike Lex, I have class. I won't get up and leave.
A minute passes and she's back . We stare at each other the magic from before gone. I stand and open my arms, ready to embrace her. Confused she steps into my arms and I take from her the memories of my alienism. I step back and she blinks. "You told me to meet you here, whats up?"
Her nose scrunches up in confusion and I ask her what was wrong.She confesses that she had no idea of what was going on and apologizes for wasting my time. I give a curt nod and walk off.
Little Chloe, the reporter, I almost forgot what a mere slip up on her part could do to me, but somehow I feel as if she... no she couldn't... I really wanted to be your friend Chloe, but your to close to Lex. And his fixation is a danger to us all.
I take my Achilles Chain from the pocket of my jeans an fasten it round my neck.. One more day of being semi-human couldn't hurt.
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But it could. Not so long after Whitney had a bloody knee and a new bruise forming under her eye. The men surrounding her leered at her weakness, they savored it. And it was disgusting. She wanted to be noticed but not like this. The gang circled her and she clenched her fist in return.
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My eyes flutter but I keep up the strong bravado. The leader wasn't fooled but his lackey's were. He took a step closer, ran his fingers through my hair. And pulled on it exposing my long neck. Tears filled my eyes. I hate humans. I hate this chain. Not only does it give me what a want but at such a price. "Let me go you piece of trash." Instead he licks my neck just once. From the base to my ear. Disgusted I let out an angry cry. "Help! Someone Help!" My captor smiles down at me.
"I love your voice! And the anger brought on my knowing you are as good as mine." His words hurt more than they should but I try to block them out. And Yell as loud as possible. Damnnitt! Smallville,when have I ever let you down?
A sob escapes my throat as He draws me in tighter. I wouldn't mind getting killed but rape? How would I face myself? How could I, how would I face Clark. I wouldn't. I will not let this man soil my body. I elbow him in the stomach and end up with a hurting elbow. He was toned in my human form I was weak. A mere child could defeat me. Why stop there anyone could defeat me. I can't even save myself!
Tears trail down my cheeks and my captor licks them up. I was as good as gone unless. My fist connects with his jaw and his head snaps back. Maybe Lana your tactics aren't as bad as I assumed. He grunts and my forehead collides with his neck bottom. I smirk sadistically until his head rams into my own. Leaving me stunned. "Fire in there. See that boys I knew I picked a good one." I snarl at him but he smiles, its full of malice and wanting. My foot goes out and slams into his knee, he grunts but ends up kissing me hard. I Punch him in the face and he draws back. Instead of cussin' me out he smiles at me. "Don't worry Babe, we're going to have a lot of fun. I can just tell." I spit it his face before telling him I wouldn't have fun with him even if he were the last guy on earth. "What are you a dyke then." I know people who prefer girls to guys. How dare he. I slam my hand into his other cheek.
"No I just have good taste now leave me alone." He snickers until a voice calls out into the ally. Not just any voice, the one voice that keeps me in Smallville. The voice that haunts me in my sleep.
"I think you should leave the lady alone." My captor shook me. Like a dog shakes a rag doll. He's got my strength! Is he one of the people from my planet?
"Be careful, or you'll snap my chain." He looks at me and does just that. Stupid, stupid, stupid boy. I smirk as I drive my knee into his gut, softly he goes up a little and drops back down. Wiping blood from his mouth he glares at me coldly. Before I can blink Clark is at my side. I screw up my eyes, I bet he saw me.
Instead he goes after the guy. They fight it out for a while and Clark goes flying. I stare in horror and clench my jaws. He's not getting up, I can't hear him breathing, and whats his face has the look has the look of a victor about him. I lost control and lunged. He laughed, even without his cronies he was boastful, thats a shocker. My fist connected with his jaw and sent him reeling in to the ally wall. His eyes shifted from me to Clark and he laughed.
"Another one eh? This has got to be by lucky day." What is he going to rape Clark? The a round house kick sends him in the air, I meet him there with a dirty look and send him crashing into the ground. There I hold him by the neck and place and address him in pure fury.
"See that boy, if he dies well there are things worst than death." his hair catches on fire from the heat my eyes gives off and he nods, for the first time fearful. I knock him out then go to Clark.
Beside him I notice a green meteor rock and roll my eyes. Those ugly things are everywhere in this town. I pick them up and set off towards the hospital. I leave him and his ugly stone with the Cateroths and give them strict instructions take care of him and by all means don't tell him I brought him in.
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She pushes the door to his hospital room open. A sense of déjà vu washes over her. It's only been two days but she had come for the third time to sit by him faithfully. There no signs of recovery and the faint almost nonexistent heart beat, barely healing wounds and the occasional fickler of the eyes...
She kicked the bedside table all his belongings were resting on. The meteor rock fell to the ground and Whitney glared at Clark. "Please, please wake up." Her eyes widened as his own slowly open. Her breath caught in her throat and she lunged at him and took him in her arms.
"Yes! Thank You! Thank you God." She laughed.
From outside the room Lana watched. And iron fist gripped her heart. How dare Whitney, she shook her head. No, she knew Clark still loved her. No matter that she didn't love him. No she would get Whitney to see that... After all she was Lana Lang, if any one deserved the most powerful men in Smallville it was her.
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"Whitney?" Clark asks I pull back and shuffle a little awkwardly.
"Yes?" He laughs but I see the distress in his eyes. "What happened to um.." I barely suppress my smirk. Oh that man will no escape the isolation zone. Not anytime soon.
"He's in his own type of prison." I laugh at his confusion.
"Why are you, why am I..." The happy moment gone I smile, sadly. But he doesn't notice. He never does...
"You got hurt. I came to make sure you were going to get through..." Because I love you "What else could a friend do?" Clark smiled and the door opened to reveal Lois Lane and Chloe Sullivan both looking equally worried .
"Finally up Smallville?" Lois asks Clark rolls his eyes and Chloe looks into mine. A wave of panic washes over me. Understanding shone brightly in hers. Maybe should could. "So superwoman, saved Smallville. Nice job." My eyes widen as Lois says this infront of everyone how did she?
"How did you?" She and Chloe smile quite brightly I might add.
"I didn't, you just told me." Oh shit. She really would make a great reporter.