Martha and Jonathon had quite a normal day at the market, they hadn't done
as well as they'd hoped but 4 crates of vegetables wasn't too bad. They
pulled up outside the house and whilst Jonathon unloaded the empty crates
Martha went to the house, as she put her key into the lock the door opened.
'Jonathon, did you remember to lock the door this morning'. Jonathon
appeared from around the truck and came over to his wife 'Yeah, why?' he
asked, 'because it's unlocked now' she answered him.
Opening the door they look inside the edge of the doorframe is slightly damaged (it appears the woman had trouble moving the ship), looking at the floor a few drag marks can be seen. Martha and Jonathon both have puzzled expressions. Jonathon follows the marks, they lead to the cellar, he goes down the stairs and Martha goes to ring the police. She had just dialled when Jonathon came rushing back up 'Put the phone down!' he looked very worried. 'Jonathon, what is it?' she asked, putting the phone down, she now looked as worried as he did.
'It's the ship… it's gone'
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The Hunter had arrived back at her barn, she couldn't wait to study the ship. She now knew Clark's secret, all along she'd been thinking he was just another one of Smallville's 'special' residents but now she knew the truth.
She opened the boot of her car, then turned to the barn door. There was no greeting from her cat this time, which was strange, frowning she walked inside.
'Neesha?' she went to the bottom of the stairs 'Neesha! Where are you?' As she made her way up the stairs she was looking all round but there was no sign of her cat. She spotted a bloody paw print on the top step and was beginning to worry, 'Neesh… she had noticed a trail of blood leading to her desk. She peered under the desk, she could just make out a faint silhouette of the cat. As she put her hand under to feel round, two bright glowing eyes loomed out of the darkness. She screamed at the pain, something had caught hold of her hand. It felt like she was being eaten, as she tried to pull her hand out whatever had her hand pulled back. Kicking and screaming with all her might she was slowly pulled into the darkness.
Opening the door they look inside the edge of the doorframe is slightly damaged (it appears the woman had trouble moving the ship), looking at the floor a few drag marks can be seen. Martha and Jonathon both have puzzled expressions. Jonathon follows the marks, they lead to the cellar, he goes down the stairs and Martha goes to ring the police. She had just dialled when Jonathon came rushing back up 'Put the phone down!' he looked very worried. 'Jonathon, what is it?' she asked, putting the phone down, she now looked as worried as he did.
'It's the ship… it's gone'
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The Hunter had arrived back at her barn, she couldn't wait to study the ship. She now knew Clark's secret, all along she'd been thinking he was just another one of Smallville's 'special' residents but now she knew the truth.
She opened the boot of her car, then turned to the barn door. There was no greeting from her cat this time, which was strange, frowning she walked inside.
'Neesha?' she went to the bottom of the stairs 'Neesha! Where are you?' As she made her way up the stairs she was looking all round but there was no sign of her cat. She spotted a bloody paw print on the top step and was beginning to worry, 'Neesh… she had noticed a trail of blood leading to her desk. She peered under the desk, she could just make out a faint silhouette of the cat. As she put her hand under to feel round, two bright glowing eyes loomed out of the darkness. She screamed at the pain, something had caught hold of her hand. It felt like she was being eaten, as she tried to pull her hand out whatever had her hand pulled back. Kicking and screaming with all her might she was slowly pulled into the darkness.