Title: The Truth About Normal
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...
Disclaimer: We all know the show Smallville and it's characters aren't mine...although I wish Clark and Lex were....and, so please don't sue me....I'm just borrowing them for a little while...
Note: Words encased with * are inner thoughts of the character.
- Part 2 –
As Clark and Chloe entered the building they noticed that something was off right away. Chloe couldn't see any tellers behind their desks and as she stepped further into the main room she realized that it was eerily quiet.
She turned a questioning gaze to Clark and was about to say something when they were jumped.
Clark was thrown to the ground, as two men dressed in dark clothes tackled him.
Chloe was pulled away from her friend as a large arm wrapped itself around her neck and yanked her backwards. She reacted on instinct and lashed out at her attacker, she slammed her healed boot onto his left foot and then jammed her elbow back into his abdomen.
The man screamed in rage and went to strike her, but Chloe decided to put her kick boxing lessons to good use and she deftly dodged the blow as she delivered a kick to his temple, knocking him to the ground.
Meanwhile, Clark wrestled with his two attackers on the ground, one he easily threw off of him and landed on a table a few feet away, the other managed to slam his fist into his solar plexus, briefly knocking the wind out of him. Clark recovered quickly and threw the other man clear across the room as he stood up.
He hadn't counted on the other man getting back into the game so quickly and fell to his knees as he was struck in the back of the head with the butt of his attackers gun.
Chloe saw Clark go down and yelled out to him in fear. The momentary distraction was enough for her attacker to recover and he tackled her. They rolled around on the ground for a moment, each trying to get the upper hand.
Chloe managed and get on top of the guy and was about to punch his lights out when a gunshot was fired into the air. Chloe immediately looked up and saw one of the men with a gun to Clark's temple.
She quickly raised her hands into the air in surrender, not wanting her best friend to be injured, or worse.
The man beneath her lashed out at her and struck her across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground.
"Chloe!!!!!" Clark screamed, terrified and enraged at the same time. The feeling of wanting to kill someone returned and Clark's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Chloe groaned as her attacker grabbed a fistful of her hair and mercilessly dragged her to her feet. Chloe's vision swam before her and she was about to verbally lash out at the man when she felt cold steel press against the underside of her jaw.
One of the other men, she vaguely made out that there were four of them, had walked over to her and was starring intently at her with a cruel smirk on his face. "That was quite the dramatic entrance you made there, baby…Welcome to out party."
The man was dressed in a black fatigues, and what looked like bright red hair was hidden beneath a dark knitted hat. The rest of the men were dressed similarly.
The man starting moving his gun along Chloe's jaw slowly, he inched the nozzle over her skin, up to her cheek and seemed to almost caress her face with the gun.
Chloe felt bile rise in her throat as the man's eyes seemed slither along with the gun as he trailed a path down her neck to her chest. "Yeah, well, your men made a hell of a welcoming committee." Chloe bit out harshly as the man continued on with his 'task'.
The man grinned and she felt a shiver run down her spine as his eyes reached hers, "You're quite the fiery creature aren't you? I'm not sure if I should kill you are kiss you."
Clark's eyes flashed and his jaw clenched as he watched the exchange between the man, who seemed to be the leader, and his friend. Clark jerked in the grasp of his capture as he called out, "You stay the hell away from her!"
The man turned to Clark as if he was just noticing him, walked directly over to him and struck him across the face with his gun.
The man spoke quietly but menacingly as Clark lifted his head, not at all fazed by the blow; "Don't talk, boy…unless you would like me to fashion you a new mouth…say…in your chest…"
"NO!" Chloe screamed and fought against her captor, ignoring the sharp pain as he gripped her wrists harder.
Clark just glared at the leader. He wasn't afraid of him; the man's bullets wouldn't kill him.
The man seemed to see the lack of fear and his brow furrowed for a moment as he spoke quietly, "You're not afraid of me are you?" Suddenly, the leader seemed to come to a realization and he leaned in closer to the young man.
Clark remained silent as he did so, until the mans mouth was next to Clark's right ear, "But…I bet that you are afraid of me…just not for yourself…for that little fox over there…Am I right?" At that the man pulled back and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Terror filled Clark as he realized the man knew his weakness; Chloe. Clark could tell by the look in his eyes that the man would have absolutely no problem with using this bit of information to his utmost advantage.
Suddenly the man holding Chloe spoke up, "Cade, let's just stick these two with the rest of them and get on with our business. @#%$ playing with them, we need to get out of here before the cops find out we're here."
The leader turned back to his comrade and remained silent for a moment, contemplating his next move before replying.
"You're so eager to end this shindig, Bruse?"
The man seemed to relent somewhat "Well, it's just that we don't want to get caught or nothin', right Cade?"
Cade cocked his head to the side as he spoke, "If you followed my orders without questions then we won't." he warned before he continued, " Bruse, you and Hale take these two back and put them with the others..."
Cade then turned to the only man not currently occupied, "Raff, get back to the vault and work on cracking it."
The three men nodded, seemingly content with the orders and Cade approached Chloe again.
He slid the gun over cheek as he whispered, "We will have to continue out 'talk' later, foxy."
"Can't wait, only by then I hope to be the one wielding the gun."
Cade's laugh reverberated through the room as Clark watched the two warily.
Cade waved his gun in the direction of the back of the building, and Bruse and Hale dragged their respective captives out of the room.
Cade watched them go; *this is going to be more fun than I thought*.
- End Part 2 -
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...
Disclaimer: We all know the show Smallville and it's characters aren't mine...although I wish Clark and Lex were....and, so please don't sue me....I'm just borrowing them for a little while...
Note: Words encased with * are inner thoughts of the character.
- Part 2 –
As Clark and Chloe entered the building they noticed that something was off right away. Chloe couldn't see any tellers behind their desks and as she stepped further into the main room she realized that it was eerily quiet.
She turned a questioning gaze to Clark and was about to say something when they were jumped.
Clark was thrown to the ground, as two men dressed in dark clothes tackled him.
Chloe was pulled away from her friend as a large arm wrapped itself around her neck and yanked her backwards. She reacted on instinct and lashed out at her attacker, she slammed her healed boot onto his left foot and then jammed her elbow back into his abdomen.
The man screamed in rage and went to strike her, but Chloe decided to put her kick boxing lessons to good use and she deftly dodged the blow as she delivered a kick to his temple, knocking him to the ground.
Meanwhile, Clark wrestled with his two attackers on the ground, one he easily threw off of him and landed on a table a few feet away, the other managed to slam his fist into his solar plexus, briefly knocking the wind out of him. Clark recovered quickly and threw the other man clear across the room as he stood up.
He hadn't counted on the other man getting back into the game so quickly and fell to his knees as he was struck in the back of the head with the butt of his attackers gun.
Chloe saw Clark go down and yelled out to him in fear. The momentary distraction was enough for her attacker to recover and he tackled her. They rolled around on the ground for a moment, each trying to get the upper hand.
Chloe managed and get on top of the guy and was about to punch his lights out when a gunshot was fired into the air. Chloe immediately looked up and saw one of the men with a gun to Clark's temple.
She quickly raised her hands into the air in surrender, not wanting her best friend to be injured, or worse.
The man beneath her lashed out at her and struck her across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground.
"Chloe!!!!!" Clark screamed, terrified and enraged at the same time. The feeling of wanting to kill someone returned and Clark's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Chloe groaned as her attacker grabbed a fistful of her hair and mercilessly dragged her to her feet. Chloe's vision swam before her and she was about to verbally lash out at the man when she felt cold steel press against the underside of her jaw.
One of the other men, she vaguely made out that there were four of them, had walked over to her and was starring intently at her with a cruel smirk on his face. "That was quite the dramatic entrance you made there, baby…Welcome to out party."
The man was dressed in a black fatigues, and what looked like bright red hair was hidden beneath a dark knitted hat. The rest of the men were dressed similarly.
The man starting moving his gun along Chloe's jaw slowly, he inched the nozzle over her skin, up to her cheek and seemed to almost caress her face with the gun.
Chloe felt bile rise in her throat as the man's eyes seemed slither along with the gun as he trailed a path down her neck to her chest. "Yeah, well, your men made a hell of a welcoming committee." Chloe bit out harshly as the man continued on with his 'task'.
The man grinned and she felt a shiver run down her spine as his eyes reached hers, "You're quite the fiery creature aren't you? I'm not sure if I should kill you are kiss you."
Clark's eyes flashed and his jaw clenched as he watched the exchange between the man, who seemed to be the leader, and his friend. Clark jerked in the grasp of his capture as he called out, "You stay the hell away from her!"
The man turned to Clark as if he was just noticing him, walked directly over to him and struck him across the face with his gun.
The man spoke quietly but menacingly as Clark lifted his head, not at all fazed by the blow; "Don't talk, boy…unless you would like me to fashion you a new mouth…say…in your chest…"
"NO!" Chloe screamed and fought against her captor, ignoring the sharp pain as he gripped her wrists harder.
Clark just glared at the leader. He wasn't afraid of him; the man's bullets wouldn't kill him.
The man seemed to see the lack of fear and his brow furrowed for a moment as he spoke quietly, "You're not afraid of me are you?" Suddenly, the leader seemed to come to a realization and he leaned in closer to the young man.
Clark remained silent as he did so, until the mans mouth was next to Clark's right ear, "But…I bet that you are afraid of me…just not for yourself…for that little fox over there…Am I right?" At that the man pulled back and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Terror filled Clark as he realized the man knew his weakness; Chloe. Clark could tell by the look in his eyes that the man would have absolutely no problem with using this bit of information to his utmost advantage.
Suddenly the man holding Chloe spoke up, "Cade, let's just stick these two with the rest of them and get on with our business. @#%$ playing with them, we need to get out of here before the cops find out we're here."
The leader turned back to his comrade and remained silent for a moment, contemplating his next move before replying.
"You're so eager to end this shindig, Bruse?"
The man seemed to relent somewhat "Well, it's just that we don't want to get caught or nothin', right Cade?"
Cade cocked his head to the side as he spoke, "If you followed my orders without questions then we won't." he warned before he continued, " Bruse, you and Hale take these two back and put them with the others..."
Cade then turned to the only man not currently occupied, "Raff, get back to the vault and work on cracking it."
The three men nodded, seemingly content with the orders and Cade approached Chloe again.
He slid the gun over cheek as he whispered, "We will have to continue out 'talk' later, foxy."
"Can't wait, only by then I hope to be the one wielding the gun."
Cade's laugh reverberated through the room as Clark watched the two warily.
Cade waved his gun in the direction of the back of the building, and Bruse and Hale dragged their respective captives out of the room.
Cade watched them go; *this is going to be more fun than I thought*.
- End Part 2 -