*Abandon* by Electric Spyro
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"Mr. Kent?! Lex?!" Byron screamed at the top of his lungs.
Chloe, Pete, Sarah, and Martha were all out in the storm now. There was no other choice. Either they were all lost, or they were all saved.
"Come on, come on, come on," Pete whispered his breath.
The wind grew fiercer. They could barely hear Byron's pleaing shouts. The snow was covering their faces.
This whole day was turning into the worst nightmare any of them had ever experienced.
Just then, they heard a soft, distance noise. Like a muffled yell.
"Lex?!" Byron uttered as he ran towards the noise.
The others tried their best to follow his footprints which only stayed visable for a few moments.
Byron finally reached a dark spot in the blank white snow. His face and hands strung and reddened as he plowed through it hastily. He saw Lex's face which was a pearly white with an eerie shade of blue.
"Mr. Kent is - uh - somewhere near me..." Lex said sickly.
Pete and Byron helped Lex up while Sarah, Chloe, and Martha began to search for Jonathan.
Finally Martha's hand hit something leathery - her husband's coat.
"Jonathan," she stated with a smile as she uncovered him slowly.
" He looks really bad. Somebody has to take them back to the Kent farm. That's the closest form of shelter we know of," Byron suggested.
Martha agreed to go and make sure her husband was alright and Sarah offered to help her. So Byron and the two others continued to look for their friends who had now been missing for three and a half hours.
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"It's gonna be okay, Clark," Lana said again sqeezing hand emotionally. " Clark? Clark, say something."
"I - I - don't - know what - to say," he answered hoarsely.
Lana knew she had to keep him talking. She wasn't sure if something had happened to his head and if it did, falling alseep might mean death.
"Talk about anything. What was it you were going to tell me before?" she asked conversationally.
"I wanna wait till - till we get out of here. You would think - I was crazy - if I told you now," he said smiling. His head hurt worse then it ever had. He knew there was a blizzard outside, but why was he so hot? What was wrong with him?
"Okay," Lana agreed. She put the scarf back on his forehead.
Clark sighed. The scarf felt wonderful to the touch. He licked his dry lips. He noticed how loud and hard his breathing was becoming.
"Lana?"
"Yeah, Clark?"
"I don't feel like I'm gonna be - okay."
"Don't think like that, Clark," Lana urged as she moved the cloth down to his chest. Her hand was starting to sweat in his. She knew his tempature was definitely rising.
"Are you hot?" he wondered.
"No, not really."
"I feel like it's summer. Like I'm sitting out in the sun on the hottest day of the year." He was smiling.
Lana stood up letting go of his hand.
"Wha - Lana, what're you doing?" The smiled faded from his face as soon as her hand left his.
"I'm gonna help you up. You need to get closer to the entrance. It's cooler there," Lana exlpained as she dropped a few stones onto the fire to etinquish it. The cave started to get cooler by the second. She tried to ignore the discomfort. She had to think about Clark.
"But Lana, you'll freeze..." Clark started.
Lana grabbed Clark's coat and wrapped it around her tightly. She smiled convincingly.
"Don't worry, Clark. I'll be fine."
"No, I'll go by the entrance by myself. You stay here and keep warm," Clark stated trying to get up on his own.
Everything whizzed by him and before he knew it, he was back on the ground.
"Clark, you're really sick. You have to get to the entrance now."
Clark was too weak now to object. He stood up awkardly and slipped one arm on Lana's shoulders. She held him up as best she could. He tried not to lean on her to much. He knew how much more heavy he was.
'Even when he's as sick as this, he's still putting me before himself,' Lana told herself.
He still cared about her.
They finally saw the hole that Clark had made earlier and just before they reached it, Clark collasped again.
Lana kneeled down and put a hand on his forehead. He was getting worse - much worse. She rubbed the scarf on his chest once again. Trying to cool him down even just a little.
"Clark, please talk to me," she said. It surprised her that she was almost crying.
"Don't get - to close - to the - entrance," Clark warned. His voice cracked and each words seemed to use a lot of effort. "I think - that's how - I got - so - sick."
She ran her other hand threw his dark hair. She smiled fakely to keep from letting a tear slip down her cheek.
"Okay," she whispered. "Just promise me you'll try not to sleep. You're too sick to fall asleep."
"I - promise."
His breathing was also weakening. His chest struggled with every inhale and exhale. He sounded as if he had asthma. That made her worry even more.
That's when Lana became scared. Scared that they would never be found. Scared that Clark would never get any better. Scared that she might freeze to death. Scared that the blizzard would force them to stay in the cave for days - maybe months. They had no food or anything else they would need to survive.
She let the tear slide down her cheek.
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*~*~*
"Mr. Kent?! Lex?!" Byron screamed at the top of his lungs.
Chloe, Pete, Sarah, and Martha were all out in the storm now. There was no other choice. Either they were all lost, or they were all saved.
"Come on, come on, come on," Pete whispered his breath.
The wind grew fiercer. They could barely hear Byron's pleaing shouts. The snow was covering their faces.
This whole day was turning into the worst nightmare any of them had ever experienced.
Just then, they heard a soft, distance noise. Like a muffled yell.
"Lex?!" Byron uttered as he ran towards the noise.
The others tried their best to follow his footprints which only stayed visable for a few moments.
Byron finally reached a dark spot in the blank white snow. His face and hands strung and reddened as he plowed through it hastily. He saw Lex's face which was a pearly white with an eerie shade of blue.
"Mr. Kent is - uh - somewhere near me..." Lex said sickly.
Pete and Byron helped Lex up while Sarah, Chloe, and Martha began to search for Jonathan.
Finally Martha's hand hit something leathery - her husband's coat.
"Jonathan," she stated with a smile as she uncovered him slowly.
" He looks really bad. Somebody has to take them back to the Kent farm. That's the closest form of shelter we know of," Byron suggested.
Martha agreed to go and make sure her husband was alright and Sarah offered to help her. So Byron and the two others continued to look for their friends who had now been missing for three and a half hours.
*~*~*
"It's gonna be okay, Clark," Lana said again sqeezing hand emotionally. " Clark? Clark, say something."
"I - I - don't - know what - to say," he answered hoarsely.
Lana knew she had to keep him talking. She wasn't sure if something had happened to his head and if it did, falling alseep might mean death.
"Talk about anything. What was it you were going to tell me before?" she asked conversationally.
"I wanna wait till - till we get out of here. You would think - I was crazy - if I told you now," he said smiling. His head hurt worse then it ever had. He knew there was a blizzard outside, but why was he so hot? What was wrong with him?
"Okay," Lana agreed. She put the scarf back on his forehead.
Clark sighed. The scarf felt wonderful to the touch. He licked his dry lips. He noticed how loud and hard his breathing was becoming.
"Lana?"
"Yeah, Clark?"
"I don't feel like I'm gonna be - okay."
"Don't think like that, Clark," Lana urged as she moved the cloth down to his chest. Her hand was starting to sweat in his. She knew his tempature was definitely rising.
"Are you hot?" he wondered.
"No, not really."
"I feel like it's summer. Like I'm sitting out in the sun on the hottest day of the year." He was smiling.
Lana stood up letting go of his hand.
"Wha - Lana, what're you doing?" The smiled faded from his face as soon as her hand left his.
"I'm gonna help you up. You need to get closer to the entrance. It's cooler there," Lana exlpained as she dropped a few stones onto the fire to etinquish it. The cave started to get cooler by the second. She tried to ignore the discomfort. She had to think about Clark.
"But Lana, you'll freeze..." Clark started.
Lana grabbed Clark's coat and wrapped it around her tightly. She smiled convincingly.
"Don't worry, Clark. I'll be fine."
"No, I'll go by the entrance by myself. You stay here and keep warm," Clark stated trying to get up on his own.
Everything whizzed by him and before he knew it, he was back on the ground.
"Clark, you're really sick. You have to get to the entrance now."
Clark was too weak now to object. He stood up awkardly and slipped one arm on Lana's shoulders. She held him up as best she could. He tried not to lean on her to much. He knew how much more heavy he was.
'Even when he's as sick as this, he's still putting me before himself,' Lana told herself.
He still cared about her.
They finally saw the hole that Clark had made earlier and just before they reached it, Clark collasped again.
Lana kneeled down and put a hand on his forehead. He was getting worse - much worse. She rubbed the scarf on his chest once again. Trying to cool him down even just a little.
"Clark, please talk to me," she said. It surprised her that she was almost crying.
"Don't get - to close - to the - entrance," Clark warned. His voice cracked and each words seemed to use a lot of effort. "I think - that's how - I got - so - sick."
She ran her other hand threw his dark hair. She smiled fakely to keep from letting a tear slip down her cheek.
"Okay," she whispered. "Just promise me you'll try not to sleep. You're too sick to fall asleep."
"I - promise."
His breathing was also weakening. His chest struggled with every inhale and exhale. He sounded as if he had asthma. That made her worry even more.
That's when Lana became scared. Scared that they would never be found. Scared that Clark would never get any better. Scared that she might freeze to death. Scared that the blizzard would force them to stay in the cave for days - maybe months. They had no food or anything else they would need to survive.
She let the tear slide down her cheek.
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