Here is the next part to the story, part seven is almost done and I should
have it up within the hour.
Sorry for taking so long.
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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 etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
- Part 6 -
The minute Clark lost eye contact with Chloe; he turned to the wall beside him.
To Bruse, and anyone else who might have been watching, Clark was just blindly staring at the wall, but in reality…he had been staring through it.
Clark used his powers of sight to look through the wall and into the main room of the bank. * Damnit, Chloe why do you have to try and be all brave all of the time. *
Clark was terrified that he wouldn't be able to help her in time if anything happened, not even with his super speed. * Why did you have to leave the room, Chloe? Why did you go with him…I could have taken Cade out…I should have taken the bastard out…damnit why didn't I? Because you were frightened that Cade might hurt her…but he still might…. and it would be my fault…my fault for not protecting her like I was supposed to. *
Clark shook himself from his thoughts as he watched Cade lead Chloe over to the chair and then undid his belt.
Cold, hard fear ran through him at that moment and he scrambled to his feet, he wasn't about to let Cade do anything to Chloe. As Cade finished removing his belt, Clark felt another sensation fill him, rage; * You bastard…don't you touch her…don't you touch her…*
Clark couldn't just sit there and let Cade do God knew what to Chloe; that wasn't going to happen.
Bruse had been watching Clark and the minute he had risen to his feet, Bruse had raised his gun, only he didn't level it at Clark.
He'd seen how the boy had reacted when Cade had threatened the life of the little girl.
Bruse quickly walked over to the girl, grabbed her by the scruff of her top and pulled her against him, pointing the gun at her temple.
When Clark turned to move, he saw Bruse and his hostage.
Clark's jaw clenched as a war waged savagely within him.
He couldn't just sit back down and watch as Cade…Clark shook himself from his thoughts as he ground his teeth together.
Clark's eyes blazed with tightly wound emotions as he very reluctantly sat back down.
Clark's mind was whirled with possibilities. He knew that he could take out Bruse and the other guy, Raff, who was in the vault; it would be like swatting flies. That wasn't a problem. The problem was that there were seven other people in the room who could be hurt if Clark made the wrong move at the wrong time.
But he couldn't give up; he needed to get to Chloe…to protect her.
Clark wasn't sure why he suddenly felt such a strong need to protect her, but he did. He needed to know that she was all right. If anything happened to her, anything…it would be his fault.
He needed to get to Chloe…now.
* Okay Clark, focus…use those investigative skills Chloe taught you…Chloe…Stop it! You have to focus…you can't help Chloe if you don't focus… * Clark took a deep breath and turned to see if Bruse was still watching him.
He wasn't.
Clark used that opportunity to scan the area around him, trying to find a way to protect the hostages while making sure that they couldn't see him using his abilities.
Kylie was in serious danger as Bruse held her close to him, but Clark could use his body s a shield for her once he disabled Bruse.
But, the others would still be in the line of fire.
Clark continued to scan the room and his gaze landed on the storage closet; * Perfect! Jump the gunmen, and while they're busy with me, the others can get themselves to safety. Now I just need to fill them in on the plan. *
Clark turned to his teacher Mrs. Evans for assistance, but she was too distraught over her daughter being held at gunpoint and as such couldn't be much help.
Next, he turned to the teller that had been tending to the security guard earlier. She had looked like someone who had a handle on their emotions, someone who had seemed to keep calm after everything that had happened; someone who could help Clark.
Clark shifted slightly on the ground, so that he was facing the teller, but so that Bruse wouldn't suspect him of anything.
When the teller lifted her head a moment later, Clark caught her gaze and thought, * I hope this works. *
Clark gazed intently at her for a moment, trying to convey to her that he was going to attempt something.
The teller's eyes widened in realization and shook her head vehemently at Clark, not wanting him to get hurt.
Clark wouldn't relent. He quickly checked to make sure that Bruse wasn't looking before he directed her eyes to the storage closet.
Clark would have used his super speed to write the teller a note or something, but he couldn't risk alerting the man guarding them that he might be up to something.
He would play that trump card when the time was right.
Clark indicated with his head what he wanted the teller to do.
The teller seemed to understand and sighed before nodding her head in assent; she would help him.
Clark took a deep breath. * Thank God *
An overwhelming need to see Chloe over took him then and he slowly turned his gaze back to Chloe in the main room.
Clark's felt as if his heart were in his throat as he focused on his best friend.
* She's ok *
Relief flooded Clark and he ran a hand through his dishevelled locks.
He could only see her from behind, he wrists were bound by something plastic and they were red.
Knowing that she had been hurt at all angered Clark, but he calmed himself down.
He would give the men what was coming to them very shortly.
Clark turned back to Bruse then and was about to warn the teller that he was going to make his move, when all hell broke loose.
Suddenly, screams erupted from the other room, from Chloe.
"NO….NOOOO!"
Clark was on his feet faster than the human eye could process and turned to the main room in time to see Cade coming towards Chloe with a large piece of wood in his hand.
"CHLOE!!!"
There was no doubt in Clark's mind as to what the man intended to do with it either.
Clark made his move.
He ran in super speed at Bruse, wrenched Kylie from his grasp and backhanded him, throwing the man across the room with the force of the blow.
Clark turned to tell the teller to get everyone out of there when more screaming and then the sound of a gun shot ran out.
Clark's heart stopped. * CHLOE!!!!! *
All rational thought came to a screaming halt in that moment and Clark's only thought was of getting to Chloe.
The teller needed no encouragement and quickly gathered the other hostages in the storage closet and slammed the door shut behind her.
Clark briefly registered the fact that the teller had gotten everyone out of harms way as he dealt with Bruse. He was beyond all thought; all he knew was that Chloe needed him.
Clark stalked over to the Bruse, grabbed his arm in a painful grip, pulled him towards the vault and tossed him in.
Bruse slammed into Raff, who had been about to exit the vault and they fell to the ground in a heap.
Clark slammed the door to the vault shut and twisted the metal knob, sealing them in.
Then he was gone. His only thought was of getting to Chloe.
- End Part 6 -
Sorry for taking so long.
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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 etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
- Part 6 -
The minute Clark lost eye contact with Chloe; he turned to the wall beside him.
To Bruse, and anyone else who might have been watching, Clark was just blindly staring at the wall, but in reality…he had been staring through it.
Clark used his powers of sight to look through the wall and into the main room of the bank. * Damnit, Chloe why do you have to try and be all brave all of the time. *
Clark was terrified that he wouldn't be able to help her in time if anything happened, not even with his super speed. * Why did you have to leave the room, Chloe? Why did you go with him…I could have taken Cade out…I should have taken the bastard out…damnit why didn't I? Because you were frightened that Cade might hurt her…but he still might…. and it would be my fault…my fault for not protecting her like I was supposed to. *
Clark shook himself from his thoughts as he watched Cade lead Chloe over to the chair and then undid his belt.
Cold, hard fear ran through him at that moment and he scrambled to his feet, he wasn't about to let Cade do anything to Chloe. As Cade finished removing his belt, Clark felt another sensation fill him, rage; * You bastard…don't you touch her…don't you touch her…*
Clark couldn't just sit there and let Cade do God knew what to Chloe; that wasn't going to happen.
Bruse had been watching Clark and the minute he had risen to his feet, Bruse had raised his gun, only he didn't level it at Clark.
He'd seen how the boy had reacted when Cade had threatened the life of the little girl.
Bruse quickly walked over to the girl, grabbed her by the scruff of her top and pulled her against him, pointing the gun at her temple.
When Clark turned to move, he saw Bruse and his hostage.
Clark's jaw clenched as a war waged savagely within him.
He couldn't just sit back down and watch as Cade…Clark shook himself from his thoughts as he ground his teeth together.
Clark's eyes blazed with tightly wound emotions as he very reluctantly sat back down.
Clark's mind was whirled with possibilities. He knew that he could take out Bruse and the other guy, Raff, who was in the vault; it would be like swatting flies. That wasn't a problem. The problem was that there were seven other people in the room who could be hurt if Clark made the wrong move at the wrong time.
But he couldn't give up; he needed to get to Chloe…to protect her.
Clark wasn't sure why he suddenly felt such a strong need to protect her, but he did. He needed to know that she was all right. If anything happened to her, anything…it would be his fault.
He needed to get to Chloe…now.
* Okay Clark, focus…use those investigative skills Chloe taught you…Chloe…Stop it! You have to focus…you can't help Chloe if you don't focus… * Clark took a deep breath and turned to see if Bruse was still watching him.
He wasn't.
Clark used that opportunity to scan the area around him, trying to find a way to protect the hostages while making sure that they couldn't see him using his abilities.
Kylie was in serious danger as Bruse held her close to him, but Clark could use his body s a shield for her once he disabled Bruse.
But, the others would still be in the line of fire.
Clark continued to scan the room and his gaze landed on the storage closet; * Perfect! Jump the gunmen, and while they're busy with me, the others can get themselves to safety. Now I just need to fill them in on the plan. *
Clark turned to his teacher Mrs. Evans for assistance, but she was too distraught over her daughter being held at gunpoint and as such couldn't be much help.
Next, he turned to the teller that had been tending to the security guard earlier. She had looked like someone who had a handle on their emotions, someone who had seemed to keep calm after everything that had happened; someone who could help Clark.
Clark shifted slightly on the ground, so that he was facing the teller, but so that Bruse wouldn't suspect him of anything.
When the teller lifted her head a moment later, Clark caught her gaze and thought, * I hope this works. *
Clark gazed intently at her for a moment, trying to convey to her that he was going to attempt something.
The teller's eyes widened in realization and shook her head vehemently at Clark, not wanting him to get hurt.
Clark wouldn't relent. He quickly checked to make sure that Bruse wasn't looking before he directed her eyes to the storage closet.
Clark would have used his super speed to write the teller a note or something, but he couldn't risk alerting the man guarding them that he might be up to something.
He would play that trump card when the time was right.
Clark indicated with his head what he wanted the teller to do.
The teller seemed to understand and sighed before nodding her head in assent; she would help him.
Clark took a deep breath. * Thank God *
An overwhelming need to see Chloe over took him then and he slowly turned his gaze back to Chloe in the main room.
Clark's felt as if his heart were in his throat as he focused on his best friend.
* She's ok *
Relief flooded Clark and he ran a hand through his dishevelled locks.
He could only see her from behind, he wrists were bound by something plastic and they were red.
Knowing that she had been hurt at all angered Clark, but he calmed himself down.
He would give the men what was coming to them very shortly.
Clark turned back to Bruse then and was about to warn the teller that he was going to make his move, when all hell broke loose.
Suddenly, screams erupted from the other room, from Chloe.
"NO….NOOOO!"
Clark was on his feet faster than the human eye could process and turned to the main room in time to see Cade coming towards Chloe with a large piece of wood in his hand.
"CHLOE!!!"
There was no doubt in Clark's mind as to what the man intended to do with it either.
Clark made his move.
He ran in super speed at Bruse, wrenched Kylie from his grasp and backhanded him, throwing the man across the room with the force of the blow.
Clark turned to tell the teller to get everyone out of there when more screaming and then the sound of a gun shot ran out.
Clark's heart stopped. * CHLOE!!!!! *
All rational thought came to a screaming halt in that moment and Clark's only thought was of getting to Chloe.
The teller needed no encouragement and quickly gathered the other hostages in the storage closet and slammed the door shut behind her.
Clark briefly registered the fact that the teller had gotten everyone out of harms way as he dealt with Bruse. He was beyond all thought; all he knew was that Chloe needed him.
Clark stalked over to the Bruse, grabbed his arm in a painful grip, pulled him towards the vault and tossed him in.
Bruse slammed into Raff, who had been about to exit the vault and they fell to the ground in a heap.
Clark slammed the door to the vault shut and twisted the metal knob, sealing them in.
Then he was gone. His only thought was of getting to Chloe.
- End Part 6 -