Chloe
Clark/Chloe, Lana/??
Authors Note: This story is going much better than I ever anticipated. However, the problem I have now is the ending I wanted originally, is now just a crossing into either another chapter, or a sequel. You'll see what I mean at the end of this Chapter. Oh, and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. If I did, I'd have to be a Luthor!
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*Denotes thoughts*
*Pain. Intense pain. The world is spinning around and around my head.* Painfully, she opened her eyes. Tunnel vision restricted her view to a small area of the field where the robot had attacked. No one was there. She could feel her dress get more and more drenched, in her warm sticky blood.
She could hear the stomping clanking as the robot walked towards Clark, with what seemed a deliberate slowness.
Clark struggled to move, opening his eyes to see the robot approach him. He didn't know why, but he was as weak as he was when exposed to meteor rock. *That green glow* The robot must have meteor rock on it.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position, scooting back on his hands to try to get away. He couldn't quite get himself to his feet. The robot came closer slowly, tauntingly.
It raised its arm again, the left one with the machine gun in it. Clark didn't want to be shot again, or let it hit Chloe. He concentrated as hard as he could and his eyes focused, heat shooting at the robot's left arm. The gun, which he had been about to fire, started to glow red. There was a small explosion as the ammo that was encased inside went off, and when the smoke cleared, the robot's left arm was nowhere to be seen.
**********
It was about to shoot its midrange weapon when it mysteriously malfunctioned. The robot was now having problems operating its left arm. Running self-diagnostics took 3 seconds and revealed that the arm was now gone.
If the robot was programmed to nod, it would have done so. It approached to melee range.
**********
Clark struggled to his feet, having finally gotten that much control over himself. Looking around, he saw Chloe on the ground, lying in a puddle of blood. "NO!" he shouted, running towards her. He gently rolled her over and saw the damage. She was bleeding from 4 bullet wounds. A quick x-ray showed that both lungs were punctured, as well as her intestines and liver. Bubbles were coming from the holes in her chest as she breathed.
He wished that there was something he could do, anything he could do to save Chloe's life. He didn't know how to save someone this damaged other than running them to the emergency room, and with Chloe's wounds, he wasn't sure that would help.
He heard the clanking behind him. His rage calmed to a coolness of pure murderous hate. He turned towards the robot, ignoring the weakening pain from the meteors.
**********
Chloe couldn't move a muscle. Perhaps her spine was damaged as well. When Clark rolled her over, she could see his concerned face, as well as the robot coming up behind him. Clark's face took on a look of pure hatred as he turned towards the robot. *Clark, look out for the rocks!* she thought. Her breathing was becoming labored as her lungs filled with blood.
**********
Clark swung at the robot, knocking it back, and then hit it with a right cross, knocking it back further. The meteor rock was taking affect, however, and each strike had less force than the one before. The robot took a swing, knocking Clark a few feet, and then another. It reached forward, grabbing the boy around the neck. It observed the black veins going across its target's face as it proceeded to squeeze the life out of him.
**********
In front of Chloe was her worse nightmare. Clark, fighting for his life and hers, and she not able to help at all. She could feel her heart slowing as the last of her blood drained from her and everything started going dark.
The last thing she saw was Clark being hit by the robot. She could feel with her telekinesis still, and could feel the robot starting to choke Clark to death.
Chloe forced her eyes open, pure willpower making her see her best friend and boyfriend dying fighting this monster. Her vision began to clear, and the blood seeping from her body stopped.
**********
The robot was squeezing the boy and didn't notice the girl dying a few feet away. If it weren't so busy not paying attention, it may have noticed her blood flowing back into her body, as if its draining were being played in reverse. Healthier skin tone appeared as the puddle of blood diminished. A strong wind began to blow, the trees nearby rattling as their limbs swung in the gale.
Four bullets popped from her wounds to fall on the ground as they sealed themselves, leaving unblemished pale skin.
Her near unconscious body lifted from the ground to float 3 feet off the ground. Her eyes opened lazily, lit from within by an eerie blue light. She was looking at the robot as it proceeded to kill Clark Kent.
Her Clark Kent! It would not be.
A disembodied voice echoed around the clearing. Deep and commanding, it was the voice of a god.
"Release him."
**********
The robot looked up from its target. The female was somehow alive, and floating. Its programming didn't understand, so it resumed its activity, ignoring the distraction.
A flash of lightning crackled, followed by deep thunder. The voice returned.
"Release him now!" An unseen force pulled the boy from its grasp. Then it was struck. Very very hard. It flew 3 feet to the left, only to be knocked six feet to the right. It flew back towards the trees, crashing into and toppling 2 of them. It was raised to a height of about 10 feet, then propelled to crash into the ground at a high speed.
Chloe saw as the robot struggled in her grasp the green light flash from behind it. She flipped the robot over, noticing the exposed battery without its lead cover.
Using a portion of her telekinetic strength, she ripped the kryptonite battery out and threw it hard. It disappeared somewhere over the horizon.
As the robot fell to the ground, so did Chloe slump, her power used up, unconsciousness claiming her.
*********
Clark was sure that he was dead. Everything had gone dark from being strangled, his head thumping with his heart. Then it was gone and he could breath. As he struggled to open his eyes, he saw the robot fighting an invisible foe and loosing badly. It was tossed all about the clearing, before its battery was removed and tossed out of range.
Clark's strength began to rapidly return, but not before the robot regained its feet.
*********
*** Warning: Auxillary power activated***
*** 3 minutes to automatic shutdown.
*** Return for immediate repairs.
The robot ignored its programmed directives. It would finish this mission. Both its primary target and the female appeared to be near unconscious. It would finish them both before activating a self-destruct protocol.
It slowly maneuvered to be in front of the girl. She was the most dangerous, it had decided. It lifted its clawed right arm and prepared to slash her throat open.
~Stop.~
It hesitated. Then it again prepared to make the cut.
~Stop I forbid it.~
The machine was confused by this voice in its programming.
~You shall not kill this young man or woman.~ The robots arm lowered against its will.
It again attempted to move, but it came under assault by a force it had never encountered before, an electronic entity much stronger than itself. It was soon buried in computations and conflicting directives that would take it hours to resolve.
**********
Clark moved to the robot's side, where it looked like it was going to attack Chloe. Inexplicably, it lowered its arm, and seemed to be hesitating. The green light on is "head" turned red, then to a cool blue color.
The round part of the robot, in front of where the battery used to be began displaying symbols on a built-in black screen.
"What the heck?" Clark said to himself in wonder. One symbol caught his eye. It was the symbol he remembered seeing on his ship. It looked like a diamond with a figure 8 inside it.
The symbols began to slow until only a line of text remained, in English.
~Do not be afraid. I have subdued the machine.~
Clark read the text and was understandably confused. "What?"
~I have subdued the machine. It shall not move anytime soon.~
"Who are you?" he asked.
~That is difficult to explain. Before we begin I ask that you detach me from this murderous device.~
Clark watched as the screen showed a small video clip on how to do just that. A few minutes later he was holding a silver cylinder about the size of a small vacuum cleaner. Text again reappeared.
~There were three distinct entities inside that machine. The original programming scientists installed when creating it. The corrupted code that was formed by the kryptonite battery. And me.~
"But who are you?" he asked, as Chloe began to wake up from her slumber. She came over to see Clark talking to a part of the robot.
~I am the processing core of a survey probe launched 60 years ago from a planet in the gamma epsilon sector of space. The probe was surveying Earth when a bizarre electromagnetic pulse disabled all of its systems. We orbited the planet for who knows how long. The next thing I remember, I am installed in a killing machine designed by a company in the city 250 miles to the north.~
Chloe read the scrolling text. "You don't talk like a computer program."
The text reappeared. ~You don't talk like a random collection of nucleic acids assembled in a meaningless fashion to create sentient life, yet you are."
Chloe recognized when she had been snarked, but she took it gracefully.
~My power is running low. Please use this diagram to fashion a battery to power me.. I have more information about your species.~
It hesitated, the screen blinking.
~Claarrrrkkkk.~
The display showed a diagram. No text was forthcoming.
Chloe looked up at Clark. She helped him drag the robot into the barn.
Tbc...
Authors note: I hope people like it. It was very difficult to write and I'm not sure where I'm going since the robot is out of commission. Review and submit story ideas as to where to go. The probe is a cool idea, obviously sent from Krypton. Now Clark can learn more about himself!
Oh, and I'd like to thank all my reviewers, especially my most loyal fan- atics: Autumngold, ChloeKent, Big Albowski
Review please!
Clark/Chloe, Lana/??
Authors Note: This story is going much better than I ever anticipated. However, the problem I have now is the ending I wanted originally, is now just a crossing into either another chapter, or a sequel. You'll see what I mean at the end of this Chapter. Oh, and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. If I did, I'd have to be a Luthor!
**********
*Denotes thoughts*
*Pain. Intense pain. The world is spinning around and around my head.* Painfully, she opened her eyes. Tunnel vision restricted her view to a small area of the field where the robot had attacked. No one was there. She could feel her dress get more and more drenched, in her warm sticky blood.
She could hear the stomping clanking as the robot walked towards Clark, with what seemed a deliberate slowness.
Clark struggled to move, opening his eyes to see the robot approach him. He didn't know why, but he was as weak as he was when exposed to meteor rock. *That green glow* The robot must have meteor rock on it.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position, scooting back on his hands to try to get away. He couldn't quite get himself to his feet. The robot came closer slowly, tauntingly.
It raised its arm again, the left one with the machine gun in it. Clark didn't want to be shot again, or let it hit Chloe. He concentrated as hard as he could and his eyes focused, heat shooting at the robot's left arm. The gun, which he had been about to fire, started to glow red. There was a small explosion as the ammo that was encased inside went off, and when the smoke cleared, the robot's left arm was nowhere to be seen.
**********
It was about to shoot its midrange weapon when it mysteriously malfunctioned. The robot was now having problems operating its left arm. Running self-diagnostics took 3 seconds and revealed that the arm was now gone.
If the robot was programmed to nod, it would have done so. It approached to melee range.
**********
Clark struggled to his feet, having finally gotten that much control over himself. Looking around, he saw Chloe on the ground, lying in a puddle of blood. "NO!" he shouted, running towards her. He gently rolled her over and saw the damage. She was bleeding from 4 bullet wounds. A quick x-ray showed that both lungs were punctured, as well as her intestines and liver. Bubbles were coming from the holes in her chest as she breathed.
He wished that there was something he could do, anything he could do to save Chloe's life. He didn't know how to save someone this damaged other than running them to the emergency room, and with Chloe's wounds, he wasn't sure that would help.
He heard the clanking behind him. His rage calmed to a coolness of pure murderous hate. He turned towards the robot, ignoring the weakening pain from the meteors.
**********
Chloe couldn't move a muscle. Perhaps her spine was damaged as well. When Clark rolled her over, she could see his concerned face, as well as the robot coming up behind him. Clark's face took on a look of pure hatred as he turned towards the robot. *Clark, look out for the rocks!* she thought. Her breathing was becoming labored as her lungs filled with blood.
**********
Clark swung at the robot, knocking it back, and then hit it with a right cross, knocking it back further. The meteor rock was taking affect, however, and each strike had less force than the one before. The robot took a swing, knocking Clark a few feet, and then another. It reached forward, grabbing the boy around the neck. It observed the black veins going across its target's face as it proceeded to squeeze the life out of him.
**********
In front of Chloe was her worse nightmare. Clark, fighting for his life and hers, and she not able to help at all. She could feel her heart slowing as the last of her blood drained from her and everything started going dark.
The last thing she saw was Clark being hit by the robot. She could feel with her telekinesis still, and could feel the robot starting to choke Clark to death.
Chloe forced her eyes open, pure willpower making her see her best friend and boyfriend dying fighting this monster. Her vision began to clear, and the blood seeping from her body stopped.
**********
The robot was squeezing the boy and didn't notice the girl dying a few feet away. If it weren't so busy not paying attention, it may have noticed her blood flowing back into her body, as if its draining were being played in reverse. Healthier skin tone appeared as the puddle of blood diminished. A strong wind began to blow, the trees nearby rattling as their limbs swung in the gale.
Four bullets popped from her wounds to fall on the ground as they sealed themselves, leaving unblemished pale skin.
Her near unconscious body lifted from the ground to float 3 feet off the ground. Her eyes opened lazily, lit from within by an eerie blue light. She was looking at the robot as it proceeded to kill Clark Kent.
Her Clark Kent! It would not be.
A disembodied voice echoed around the clearing. Deep and commanding, it was the voice of a god.
"Release him."
**********
The robot looked up from its target. The female was somehow alive, and floating. Its programming didn't understand, so it resumed its activity, ignoring the distraction.
A flash of lightning crackled, followed by deep thunder. The voice returned.
"Release him now!" An unseen force pulled the boy from its grasp. Then it was struck. Very very hard. It flew 3 feet to the left, only to be knocked six feet to the right. It flew back towards the trees, crashing into and toppling 2 of them. It was raised to a height of about 10 feet, then propelled to crash into the ground at a high speed.
Chloe saw as the robot struggled in her grasp the green light flash from behind it. She flipped the robot over, noticing the exposed battery without its lead cover.
Using a portion of her telekinetic strength, she ripped the kryptonite battery out and threw it hard. It disappeared somewhere over the horizon.
As the robot fell to the ground, so did Chloe slump, her power used up, unconsciousness claiming her.
*********
Clark was sure that he was dead. Everything had gone dark from being strangled, his head thumping with his heart. Then it was gone and he could breath. As he struggled to open his eyes, he saw the robot fighting an invisible foe and loosing badly. It was tossed all about the clearing, before its battery was removed and tossed out of range.
Clark's strength began to rapidly return, but not before the robot regained its feet.
*********
*** Warning: Auxillary power activated***
*** 3 minutes to automatic shutdown.
*** Return for immediate repairs.
The robot ignored its programmed directives. It would finish this mission. Both its primary target and the female appeared to be near unconscious. It would finish them both before activating a self-destruct protocol.
It slowly maneuvered to be in front of the girl. She was the most dangerous, it had decided. It lifted its clawed right arm and prepared to slash her throat open.
~Stop.~
It hesitated. Then it again prepared to make the cut.
~Stop I forbid it.~
The machine was confused by this voice in its programming.
~You shall not kill this young man or woman.~ The robots arm lowered against its will.
It again attempted to move, but it came under assault by a force it had never encountered before, an electronic entity much stronger than itself. It was soon buried in computations and conflicting directives that would take it hours to resolve.
**********
Clark moved to the robot's side, where it looked like it was going to attack Chloe. Inexplicably, it lowered its arm, and seemed to be hesitating. The green light on is "head" turned red, then to a cool blue color.
The round part of the robot, in front of where the battery used to be began displaying symbols on a built-in black screen.
"What the heck?" Clark said to himself in wonder. One symbol caught his eye. It was the symbol he remembered seeing on his ship. It looked like a diamond with a figure 8 inside it.
The symbols began to slow until only a line of text remained, in English.
~Do not be afraid. I have subdued the machine.~
Clark read the text and was understandably confused. "What?"
~I have subdued the machine. It shall not move anytime soon.~
"Who are you?" he asked.
~That is difficult to explain. Before we begin I ask that you detach me from this murderous device.~
Clark watched as the screen showed a small video clip on how to do just that. A few minutes later he was holding a silver cylinder about the size of a small vacuum cleaner. Text again reappeared.
~There were three distinct entities inside that machine. The original programming scientists installed when creating it. The corrupted code that was formed by the kryptonite battery. And me.~
"But who are you?" he asked, as Chloe began to wake up from her slumber. She came over to see Clark talking to a part of the robot.
~I am the processing core of a survey probe launched 60 years ago from a planet in the gamma epsilon sector of space. The probe was surveying Earth when a bizarre electromagnetic pulse disabled all of its systems. We orbited the planet for who knows how long. The next thing I remember, I am installed in a killing machine designed by a company in the city 250 miles to the north.~
Chloe read the scrolling text. "You don't talk like a computer program."
The text reappeared. ~You don't talk like a random collection of nucleic acids assembled in a meaningless fashion to create sentient life, yet you are."
Chloe recognized when she had been snarked, but she took it gracefully.
~My power is running low. Please use this diagram to fashion a battery to power me.. I have more information about your species.~
It hesitated, the screen blinking.
~Claarrrrkkkk.~
The display showed a diagram. No text was forthcoming.
Chloe looked up at Clark. She helped him drag the robot into the barn.
Tbc...
Authors note: I hope people like it. It was very difficult to write and I'm not sure where I'm going since the robot is out of commission. Review and submit story ideas as to where to go. The probe is a cool idea, obviously sent from Krypton. Now Clark can learn more about himself!
Oh, and I'd like to thank all my reviewers, especially my most loyal fan- atics: Autumngold, ChloeKent, Big Albowski
Review please!