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Soo…without any further ado…here is the next chapter.
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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 8 -
"Play?" Clark asked incredulously, "These are peoples lives you're talking about, Cade…"
Cade just grinned in response.
As much as Clark wanted to see the man hurting and in jail, he tried to reason with the man and he figured that there must have been some sense left in him.
Just then, the sound of a voice speaking through a mega phone could be heard.
"This is the Smallville Police. We know that there are people being held hostage in the Savings and Loans. The place is surrounded, surrender now, release the hostages and come out with your hands above your head."
None of the room's occupants moved from their positions.
Clark was the first one to speak, "Look, the police are outside, why don't you give it up and just put the gun down, Cade. It's over."
Cade shook his head, "I don't think so, hero. I haven't finished playing yet, so no one leaves until I say so." At that last statement Cade's voice rose to a yell.
In that moment, Clark realized that he was wrong, there was no sense left in the man, nor any sanity either.
Chloe watched Cade warily, one hand rested on Clark's upper right arm, when a thought struck her and she realized that she couldn't see the other guy, Hale.
Suddenly, a large hand clasped itself over her mouth and another wrapped itself around her waist, roughly pulling her backwards.
Chloe screamed against the hand as Clark turned to grab her.
"Chloe!!"
Clark moved towards her, but Hale pulled his gun free and aimed it at Chloe's head.
It was Cade who spoke, "I'd be careful there, hero. Hale's been known for having an itchy trigger finger…wouldn't want to provoke him…would you?"
Clark stood ramrod straight, his gaze locked on Chloe's. His jaw clenched in anger, but her remained where he was; he wasn't about to do anything that might get Chloe hurt.
After seeing her lying in that hospital bed less than a month ago, Clark never wanted to see her like that again.
Chloe struggled against the hold of her capture, but it only served to make Hale push the tip of the gun harder against her temple.
Chloe was afraid, but not so much for herself as she was for Clark. Cade wanted to play his sick game with her, so he needed her alive to do that; at least for the time being, but he didn't need Clark. Cade had threatened his life earlier and she knew that he would have no qualms shooting Clark any time.
Her gaze pleaded with Clark not to do anything rash.
Cade motioned for Hale to come to him and soon both he and Chloe were at Cade's side.
Clark was itching to do something. He knew that he could get to them in no time, but he was terrified one of the guns might go off before he did.
A sickening smile crossed Cade's face as he made his way over to Chloe, "Now, it's time to play."
Cade stopped in front of Chloe, his gun pointed at her forehead.
He placed his free hand behind her head and mashed his lips against hers.
Chloe felt her stomach turn as Cade's lips forced themselves onto hers.
Clarks mind screamed at him and he yelled out, "Cade!"
Cade pulled back from Chloe and winked at her.
Chloe glared daggers at the man and spit in his face.
Cade's smile widened as wiped his face, he would pay his fox back later for that insolence, but for now, he wasn't finished playing.
Cade looked at Clark to make sure he was watching and then he began to slide the nozzle slowly down Chloe's left cheek, over her chin and along the curve of her neck. His eyes watched Clark the whole time.
Clark didn't disappoint. His eyes flared dangerously and his hands balled into tight fists as Cade moved the gun along Chloe's skin.
He was going to hurt Cade. He wanted to hurt Cade; and as much as that knowledge worried him, he wasn't about to deny it or push it away.
Everything inside of him screamed at him to take vengeance upon the man for touching what was his.
Cade grinned as he saw the anger in Clarks gaze, but he wanted more…craved it.
Before Clark could react, Cade drew the gun back and then slammed it across Chloe's face.
Chloe's head snapped back with the force of the blow and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Clark saw red and he roared in anger as he saw blood seep from a cut on Chloe's forehead.
Something inside of Clark snapped and he leapt into action.
Moving faster than the human eye could see, Clark grabbed Cade and threw him across the room.
He then turned on Hale, who was still holding Chloe.
Clark's fist flew out and struck the man in the face.
The sound of a bone cracking could be heard as the man screamed in pain and fell backwards on to the ground, unconscious.
Clark pulled Chloe free as Hale fell and held her tightly against him.
"Chloe?"
"I'm fine, Clark…. how…"
Chloe was about to question Clark as she turned to where he had thrown Cade, something which her mind still had yet to process, and found the space empty.
She turned a concerned gaze to Clark as she asked him, "Clark…where's Cade?"
Clark turned to where the leader had been and slowly made his way over to it.
Chloe made to follow him, but was stilled by his raised hand. "No…Chloe stay there…it's not safe…I"
Suddenly a movement to her left alerted Chloe to danger and she turned to see Cade rise from behind a teller's station.
Everything happened in slow motion as Chloe cried out to Clark, to warn him.
Clark turned around to Chloe just as Cade aimed and fired repeatedly.
Chloe watched in absolute horror as Clark was struck in the chest five times. She watched as the material of his shirt was violently torn open and she watched as Clark's body fell back, a look of shock mixed with pain written across his features.
Chloe led out a blood-curdling scream as she watched her love hit the ground with a dull thud that reverberated throughout the room with a harsh finality.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Chloe continued to scream as Cade leapt over the station and made his way over to Clark's prone form.
As Chloe's screams died in her throat, tears streaming down her face, she turned to Cade.
Hatred shone from her eyes as she saw him bend over her beloved Clark.
Her gaze then turned to Hale and fixed upon his gun, which lay harmlessly beside him.
Slowly, in a haze of fury, Chloe approached Hale, knelt beside him and retrieved the gun.
Chloe then rose to her feet, her eyes starring at the instrument in her hands, seeing, yet not seeing.
In agonizing slowness, Chloe turned to her tormentor and levelled the gun at him.
As if sensing her movement, Cade lifted his head and smirked as he saw the gun in her hands.
"Found a new toy, foxy?"
Chloe only saw red. This bastard had killed Clark, had killed Mr. Watts…had tormented her….
Cade began to approach her then, "Wanna play, foxy? I've been waitin' to play with you all day…"
Chloe's gaze narrowed…in her mind she saw Clark being hit by the bullets and fall to the ground…dead…pain shining from his beautiful eyes before they closed forever.
Anguish and rage flood through her and Chloe squeezed the trigger.
Cade's eyes locked on hers as his mouth opened in an "o".
A harsh cough ripped from his throat as blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and poured from the two gaping wounds in his chest.
The disgusting smirk returned to his face for a moment just before his eyes rolled back into his skull. He his legs gave out and Cade crashed face forward onto the ground, dead.
Chloe stood, arms outstretched as her whole body began to shake violently. A moment later she fell heavily to her knees and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the tiled floor.
Pain roared through her, tearing her apart.
Chloe dry heaved for what seemed like hours before her stomach stopped convulsing.
Chloe raised a trembling hand to her mouth and wiped it as tears streamed down her face.
Wearily, Chloe dragged herself to her feat and stumbled over to Clark.
When she reached his side, she collapsed to her knees.
Chloe couldn't will herself to check for a pulse. She knew that no one could be shot that many times and survive.
Chloe gazed upon his beautiful face, the planes of cheeks and the line of his strong jaw, that, when clenched, had managed to make Chloe's heart jump. * But it won't be clenching any more… * Chloe thought.
Chloe lifted a shaking hand to Clark's face and lovingly caressed his face. Tears ran freely down her cheeks as sobs began to wrack her trembling frame.
Her hand moved slowly over to his mouth, and traced its softness. How she had longed to feel those lips pressed against her own. Chloe closed her eyes briefly and slowly bent her head to press her lips to his.
His lips were still warm and Chloe's heart broke into a million pieces.
Her hand continued its journey as she righted herself. It moved along his neck and across his chest until it came to rest above Clark's heart. * I felt it…I felt it thumping…so alive…so warm…it was so big…so innocent… *
Chloe's voice was scratchy as she managed to find her voice, "Clark…Clark, I…I never…" Chloe's voice hitched on a sob, "I…God…. I…I…I love you…"
Chloe lowered her head then.
Suddenly, it hit her…Clark was dead…he was gone…he would never be able to banter with her again, or tell her off for being too hard on herself and others. He would never save her from the meteor rocks creations…never whine about Lana…he would never be again…the man that she loved with all of her heart and soul was gone. Dead.
Chloe pushed away from him quickly and sat back. Her eyes glazed over as she drew her knees to her body, wrapped her arms around them as she began to rock back and forth.
Anguish overtook her; it was all she knew. It was a pain so deep that it cut her soul, shattered her heart and rendered her mind useless, numb.
There was no thought. There was nothing…only the numbness.
- End Part 8 -
More is coming soon, I promise!!!!!
Thank you so much for your wonderful comments and urges to continue.
It means a lot. (
Soo…without any further ado…here is the next chapter.
****************
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 8 -
"Play?" Clark asked incredulously, "These are peoples lives you're talking about, Cade…"
Cade just grinned in response.
As much as Clark wanted to see the man hurting and in jail, he tried to reason with the man and he figured that there must have been some sense left in him.
Just then, the sound of a voice speaking through a mega phone could be heard.
"This is the Smallville Police. We know that there are people being held hostage in the Savings and Loans. The place is surrounded, surrender now, release the hostages and come out with your hands above your head."
None of the room's occupants moved from their positions.
Clark was the first one to speak, "Look, the police are outside, why don't you give it up and just put the gun down, Cade. It's over."
Cade shook his head, "I don't think so, hero. I haven't finished playing yet, so no one leaves until I say so." At that last statement Cade's voice rose to a yell.
In that moment, Clark realized that he was wrong, there was no sense left in the man, nor any sanity either.
Chloe watched Cade warily, one hand rested on Clark's upper right arm, when a thought struck her and she realized that she couldn't see the other guy, Hale.
Suddenly, a large hand clasped itself over her mouth and another wrapped itself around her waist, roughly pulling her backwards.
Chloe screamed against the hand as Clark turned to grab her.
"Chloe!!"
Clark moved towards her, but Hale pulled his gun free and aimed it at Chloe's head.
It was Cade who spoke, "I'd be careful there, hero. Hale's been known for having an itchy trigger finger…wouldn't want to provoke him…would you?"
Clark stood ramrod straight, his gaze locked on Chloe's. His jaw clenched in anger, but her remained where he was; he wasn't about to do anything that might get Chloe hurt.
After seeing her lying in that hospital bed less than a month ago, Clark never wanted to see her like that again.
Chloe struggled against the hold of her capture, but it only served to make Hale push the tip of the gun harder against her temple.
Chloe was afraid, but not so much for herself as she was for Clark. Cade wanted to play his sick game with her, so he needed her alive to do that; at least for the time being, but he didn't need Clark. Cade had threatened his life earlier and she knew that he would have no qualms shooting Clark any time.
Her gaze pleaded with Clark not to do anything rash.
Cade motioned for Hale to come to him and soon both he and Chloe were at Cade's side.
Clark was itching to do something. He knew that he could get to them in no time, but he was terrified one of the guns might go off before he did.
A sickening smile crossed Cade's face as he made his way over to Chloe, "Now, it's time to play."
Cade stopped in front of Chloe, his gun pointed at her forehead.
He placed his free hand behind her head and mashed his lips against hers.
Chloe felt her stomach turn as Cade's lips forced themselves onto hers.
Clarks mind screamed at him and he yelled out, "Cade!"
Cade pulled back from Chloe and winked at her.
Chloe glared daggers at the man and spit in his face.
Cade's smile widened as wiped his face, he would pay his fox back later for that insolence, but for now, he wasn't finished playing.
Cade looked at Clark to make sure he was watching and then he began to slide the nozzle slowly down Chloe's left cheek, over her chin and along the curve of her neck. His eyes watched Clark the whole time.
Clark didn't disappoint. His eyes flared dangerously and his hands balled into tight fists as Cade moved the gun along Chloe's skin.
He was going to hurt Cade. He wanted to hurt Cade; and as much as that knowledge worried him, he wasn't about to deny it or push it away.
Everything inside of him screamed at him to take vengeance upon the man for touching what was his.
Cade grinned as he saw the anger in Clarks gaze, but he wanted more…craved it.
Before Clark could react, Cade drew the gun back and then slammed it across Chloe's face.
Chloe's head snapped back with the force of the blow and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Clark saw red and he roared in anger as he saw blood seep from a cut on Chloe's forehead.
Something inside of Clark snapped and he leapt into action.
Moving faster than the human eye could see, Clark grabbed Cade and threw him across the room.
He then turned on Hale, who was still holding Chloe.
Clark's fist flew out and struck the man in the face.
The sound of a bone cracking could be heard as the man screamed in pain and fell backwards on to the ground, unconscious.
Clark pulled Chloe free as Hale fell and held her tightly against him.
"Chloe?"
"I'm fine, Clark…. how…"
Chloe was about to question Clark as she turned to where he had thrown Cade, something which her mind still had yet to process, and found the space empty.
She turned a concerned gaze to Clark as she asked him, "Clark…where's Cade?"
Clark turned to where the leader had been and slowly made his way over to it.
Chloe made to follow him, but was stilled by his raised hand. "No…Chloe stay there…it's not safe…I"
Suddenly a movement to her left alerted Chloe to danger and she turned to see Cade rise from behind a teller's station.
Everything happened in slow motion as Chloe cried out to Clark, to warn him.
Clark turned around to Chloe just as Cade aimed and fired repeatedly.
Chloe watched in absolute horror as Clark was struck in the chest five times. She watched as the material of his shirt was violently torn open and she watched as Clark's body fell back, a look of shock mixed with pain written across his features.
Chloe led out a blood-curdling scream as she watched her love hit the ground with a dull thud that reverberated throughout the room with a harsh finality.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Chloe continued to scream as Cade leapt over the station and made his way over to Clark's prone form.
As Chloe's screams died in her throat, tears streaming down her face, she turned to Cade.
Hatred shone from her eyes as she saw him bend over her beloved Clark.
Her gaze then turned to Hale and fixed upon his gun, which lay harmlessly beside him.
Slowly, in a haze of fury, Chloe approached Hale, knelt beside him and retrieved the gun.
Chloe then rose to her feet, her eyes starring at the instrument in her hands, seeing, yet not seeing.
In agonizing slowness, Chloe turned to her tormentor and levelled the gun at him.
As if sensing her movement, Cade lifted his head and smirked as he saw the gun in her hands.
"Found a new toy, foxy?"
Chloe only saw red. This bastard had killed Clark, had killed Mr. Watts…had tormented her….
Cade began to approach her then, "Wanna play, foxy? I've been waitin' to play with you all day…"
Chloe's gaze narrowed…in her mind she saw Clark being hit by the bullets and fall to the ground…dead…pain shining from his beautiful eyes before they closed forever.
Anguish and rage flood through her and Chloe squeezed the trigger.
Cade's eyes locked on hers as his mouth opened in an "o".
A harsh cough ripped from his throat as blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and poured from the two gaping wounds in his chest.
The disgusting smirk returned to his face for a moment just before his eyes rolled back into his skull. He his legs gave out and Cade crashed face forward onto the ground, dead.
Chloe stood, arms outstretched as her whole body began to shake violently. A moment later she fell heavily to her knees and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the tiled floor.
Pain roared through her, tearing her apart.
Chloe dry heaved for what seemed like hours before her stomach stopped convulsing.
Chloe raised a trembling hand to her mouth and wiped it as tears streamed down her face.
Wearily, Chloe dragged herself to her feat and stumbled over to Clark.
When she reached his side, she collapsed to her knees.
Chloe couldn't will herself to check for a pulse. She knew that no one could be shot that many times and survive.
Chloe gazed upon his beautiful face, the planes of cheeks and the line of his strong jaw, that, when clenched, had managed to make Chloe's heart jump. * But it won't be clenching any more… * Chloe thought.
Chloe lifted a shaking hand to Clark's face and lovingly caressed his face. Tears ran freely down her cheeks as sobs began to wrack her trembling frame.
Her hand moved slowly over to his mouth, and traced its softness. How she had longed to feel those lips pressed against her own. Chloe closed her eyes briefly and slowly bent her head to press her lips to his.
His lips were still warm and Chloe's heart broke into a million pieces.
Her hand continued its journey as she righted herself. It moved along his neck and across his chest until it came to rest above Clark's heart. * I felt it…I felt it thumping…so alive…so warm…it was so big…so innocent… *
Chloe's voice was scratchy as she managed to find her voice, "Clark…Clark, I…I never…" Chloe's voice hitched on a sob, "I…God…. I…I…I love you…"
Chloe lowered her head then.
Suddenly, it hit her…Clark was dead…he was gone…he would never be able to banter with her again, or tell her off for being too hard on herself and others. He would never save her from the meteor rocks creations…never whine about Lana…he would never be again…the man that she loved with all of her heart and soul was gone. Dead.
Chloe pushed away from him quickly and sat back. Her eyes glazed over as she drew her knees to her body, wrapped her arms around them as she began to rock back and forth.
Anguish overtook her; it was all she knew. It was a pain so deep that it cut her soul, shattered her heart and rendered her mind useless, numb.
There was no thought. There was nothing…only the numbness.
- End Part 8 -
More is coming soon, I promise!!!!!