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A shot rang out.
Time went fast for Clark, to fast. And despite that fact he was fast, he wasn't fast enough to stop that unmistakably green glow as it made its way to the lower right corner of his chest.
Within mili seconds, though considering the gun mans fast reflects, there was a shrieking cry, and a young man dropped to the floor, holding his belly. Too much pain I guess.
"Clar-!' Both girls didn't get to finish their sentence. That damned shooter stopped themm
"You go near him, and he's dead, as well the three of ya" He had a smile as he said it. He must have been please with his shot, cause he turned around, and smiled full heartedly, seemingly whispering some along the lines of a good catch-or shot, whatever.
"Now, now, mister Kent, be quiet. Ya needn't waste your energy on petty little crys."
What was he thinking?!?! Didnt he realize it? He couldnt stop himself, the crys were the only thing keeping him from passing out. He needed to make sure the girls were safe, as well as Pete.
Another cry, followed by a moan, escaped Clark's lips. They could see he was dying, though they hated to admit it. They wouldnt allow such a thing.
"Listen up! Your little friend here, wont be harmed, just as long as you dont follow me, nor call the police. Go it?" The gunman hardly made it seem as though it was a question, just a statement. He hadnt expected to hear a reply come from the Blonde
"He's dying, you idiot! You need to help him!" Chloe cried
The gun amn hadnt seemed to notice this before. He turned around, seemingly in though, taking in what he'd hear from the girl.
'I see i found me a pack a geniuses" He thought, thuogh he wasnt afraid. That was there role, to be frightened and scared, though that didnt seem to be the case with this three. The blonde was definetly up to something. Clark could see it too.
"Chloe..." Clark choked out from the ground "please... just.. dont do.. anything... im... fine" He had trouble with that sentence, and you didnt have to be stupid to see he was in pain.
'Hmmm... the boys right. She's obviously gonna try something' The man raised his gun to the three
"Everytime you make a move, I'll take it out on the boy, whatever the beating be." Chloe's eyes dropped. Thought it may have been a been an act, guess the man would find out sooner or later.
Clark started suddenly crying out, moaning and such. The worst came when he began coughing, coughing so hard his dry throwt couldnt get any air. HE passed out.
The man smiled, and turned around, but not before looking back, and saying to the three.
"Remember our deal. Clean up this bloody mess. And if you tell anyone of this, its the boys life you'll be taking"
Pete and Lana seemed frozen, just not thinking. But Chloe was in though, and in good thought, you might suspect, considering the good reporter she was.
Chloe Sullivan had a plan.
He was slowing coming to, though he hadnt wanted to. His sleep was so blissful, warm and such. The feeling waking up brought with him wasnt pleasant, just sheer, undescribable pain below his ribs, as well as the killer headache that shortly followed suit.
Clark rolled over, instantly wishign he hadnt made such a move. The move resulted in a loud scream, as well as coughing and moaning.
"Dont feel to good does it? I removed the bullet, you oughta be happy I did you that much, considerin your intentions" The voice came from a dark corner.
Clark sat up, and though he couldnt see the man, he knew it was his shooter.
"What do you want with me?" Clark winced "What did I do?"
"I hardly believe you dont know what YOUR set out to do. I consider myself a saviour, protecting all these people from such a beast" He came out of the dark, wearing an ever so wicked smile. His tale of what Clark planned to do didnt sound believable, There was something alse there, and his eyes told it all. Revenge? Ya, it was revenge. Definetly.
"I dont plan to do anything" Clark stopped, he suddenly seemed to notice where he was. It looked like a dirt cage, there was nothing in it except for the thin cot Clark was sitting on "...Where am I?
The man didnt answer quickly, just overusing that ever growing annoying smile he had on his face.
"Antarctica" He replied, and turned around and left.
It hit him then, the chilling and shaking his body was presently doing. The nauseas feeling in his stomach, that was still growing, threatening to release his previous dinners. And lst, but not least, the sickly green color swallowing up the small room.