When Clark pulled up to the Talon. He was shocked to see police cars everywhere. "Oh no Lana!" Clark parked his truck and ran for the diner. He threw open the door. "Lana," he yelled!
Everyone in the diner stopped what they were doing and stared at Clark. Clark chuckled nervously. "Guess I should use my inside voice, huh?" Clark joked weakly. Everyone shook their heads and went back to what they were previously doing
Clark sighed and ran over to the counter. "Hey Paula where's Lana," Clark asked. The woman just shook her head and pointed toward the room where the police were. Clark ran over to them. "Sorry son," said a police officer. "You can't go in there. It's a crime seen."
"A crime scene," Clark asked. "What happ.." "Clark," yelled Lana running over to him. "Shhh," shushed the patrons. "Right, said Lana lowering her voice." Then she threw herself into to Clark's arms. "Oh Clark I'm so glad you're here. I was so scared. Someone killed Laura.
What if whoever did it is still here. What if they get me next," she said a few tears dropping down her cheek. Clark brushed the tears away. "Don't worry Lana."Clark began in a heroic voice. "I'm here. I'll make sure nothing happens to you. I promise," finished gently rubbing her arms.
Gagging noises and barf sounds filled the room. "Oh Lana don't worry I''ll protect you," mocked a little boy. All the patrons bust out laughing. "Hey just drink your coffee," snapped Clark. The patrons sighed and went back to drinking their drinks. Lana smiled brightly at Clark.
"Thank you Clark. I don't know what I'd ever do without you," Lana cooed. Clark poked out his chest proudly. "Oh brother," someone muttered. Clark ignored the comment. "Lana," he began. "I...". He was cut off by a police officer calling to the sheriff. "Sheriff! Sheriff," the man yelled.
"Yes what is it," asked the Sheriff. "Jonathan Kent is robbing the First National Bank," the officer yelled. "What," shouted Clark forgetting about Lana temporally. "Jonathan Kent is robbing the First National Bank," the officer repeated. "What," asked Lana coming over.
"Jonathan Kent is robbing the First National Bank," yelled everyone. "I have to stop him," Clark said heroically. He turned and ran out of the door. "Clark what about me," Lana yelled. "He played you," snickered a female patron. Everyone including the officers started laughing.
"Stop laughing at me," she wined. This only increased the laughter. "Fine by a bunch of jerks," she snapped as she stormed out of the Talon. "Now look what you've done," said Paula. "You ran her off." The patrons bowed their heads in shame. "All right way to go," shouted Paula.
"Free drinks for everyone!" "Yay," shouted the group.
Clark ran to the First National Bank. Sure enough Jonathan was robbing it. "Dad," shout Clark. Jonathan swerved around pointing a tape recorded at Clark. "Oh son, great you here help me with this money," his Dad beckoned to him. "Dad stop! This is a very bad thing your doing," Clark explained.
"No. No. It's not. I'm doing the right thing Clark. God helps those who helps themselves you know. And that's what I doing. Helping myself," Jonathan exclaimed waving his arms wildly. Clark started to walk toward his Dad slowly. "Dad, come on now. Let's just go home," he said calmly. "No not without
the money," said Jonathan. "Dad come on you don't want to do this," Clark said taking a few steps forward. "Don't come any closer Clark or you'll be sorry," Jonathan threatened. Clark didn't listen. Instead he walked even closer. "That's it son. I'm real sorry I have to do this." Jonathan jammed some earplugs
in his ears and pushed the play button on his tape recorder. "Barney is a dinosaur of our imagination," sang the little voices coming from the tape recorder. Clark put his hands over his ears. "No! Turn it off," he yelled. Jonathan set the tape recorder down on a counter, grabbed the money, and ran out the bank.
Clark lifted his head. Seeing the tape recorder on the counter, he used his laser vision to blow it up. The music stopped. Clark sighed. Jonathan was long gone with the money. Well he'd better find him before the police did. This was not turning out to be such a good day.
Meanwhile, at the Lex Luther Mansion.
Lex sat reading a book while listening to his favorite Scottish song. He heard a noise behind him. He looked around. Nothing there. He shrugged his shoulders and began reading again. He heard another sound. "Hello? Is anyone hiding in here," Lex asked? No answer. Oh well he was just being... Smack!
Lex slumped over in his chair. The sinister Person stood over him, salami in hand. "Come on Mr. Luther. We are going for a little ride," said the sinister person smiling. Just then Lionel Luther came in the room. The sinister person stepped back knocking a book on the floor. Lionel turned toward the sound.
"Hello? Lex? Lex is that you," he asked. The sinister person knock Lionel onto the ground then grabbed Lex and began to drag him out the door. "Help security," shouted Lionel. "Be quiet you, "snapped the sinister person. "You! I know you," exclaimed Lionel. "That's right. You do. But if you ever want to see
Lex again you'd better keep quiet." With that the sinister person grabbed Lex and dragged him out the door. "Oh no, Lex is in trouble," Lionel cried out. "I'd better pray about this. With that Lionel grabbed his little black Bible out of his pocket and began to pray. "It won't be long now," laughed the sinister Person. "Not long at all."
Ok as you might have guessed the bad guy has been labeled "the sinister person." And I had the usual knocking out of Lex. I hope you enjoyed this Chapter. I'll try to get another one up tomorrow. Till then. Read and Review!
Everyone in the diner stopped what they were doing and stared at Clark. Clark chuckled nervously. "Guess I should use my inside voice, huh?" Clark joked weakly. Everyone shook their heads and went back to what they were previously doing
Clark sighed and ran over to the counter. "Hey Paula where's Lana," Clark asked. The woman just shook her head and pointed toward the room where the police were. Clark ran over to them. "Sorry son," said a police officer. "You can't go in there. It's a crime seen."
"A crime scene," Clark asked. "What happ.." "Clark," yelled Lana running over to him. "Shhh," shushed the patrons. "Right, said Lana lowering her voice." Then she threw herself into to Clark's arms. "Oh Clark I'm so glad you're here. I was so scared. Someone killed Laura.
What if whoever did it is still here. What if they get me next," she said a few tears dropping down her cheek. Clark brushed the tears away. "Don't worry Lana."Clark began in a heroic voice. "I'm here. I'll make sure nothing happens to you. I promise," finished gently rubbing her arms.
Gagging noises and barf sounds filled the room. "Oh Lana don't worry I''ll protect you," mocked a little boy. All the patrons bust out laughing. "Hey just drink your coffee," snapped Clark. The patrons sighed and went back to drinking their drinks. Lana smiled brightly at Clark.
"Thank you Clark. I don't know what I'd ever do without you," Lana cooed. Clark poked out his chest proudly. "Oh brother," someone muttered. Clark ignored the comment. "Lana," he began. "I...". He was cut off by a police officer calling to the sheriff. "Sheriff! Sheriff," the man yelled.
"Yes what is it," asked the Sheriff. "Jonathan Kent is robbing the First National Bank," the officer yelled. "What," shouted Clark forgetting about Lana temporally. "Jonathan Kent is robbing the First National Bank," the officer repeated. "What," asked Lana coming over.
"Jonathan Kent is robbing the First National Bank," yelled everyone. "I have to stop him," Clark said heroically. He turned and ran out of the door. "Clark what about me," Lana yelled. "He played you," snickered a female patron. Everyone including the officers started laughing.
"Stop laughing at me," she wined. This only increased the laughter. "Fine by a bunch of jerks," she snapped as she stormed out of the Talon. "Now look what you've done," said Paula. "You ran her off." The patrons bowed their heads in shame. "All right way to go," shouted Paula.
"Free drinks for everyone!" "Yay," shouted the group.
Clark ran to the First National Bank. Sure enough Jonathan was robbing it. "Dad," shout Clark. Jonathan swerved around pointing a tape recorded at Clark. "Oh son, great you here help me with this money," his Dad beckoned to him. "Dad stop! This is a very bad thing your doing," Clark explained.
"No. No. It's not. I'm doing the right thing Clark. God helps those who helps themselves you know. And that's what I doing. Helping myself," Jonathan exclaimed waving his arms wildly. Clark started to walk toward his Dad slowly. "Dad, come on now. Let's just go home," he said calmly. "No not without
the money," said Jonathan. "Dad come on you don't want to do this," Clark said taking a few steps forward. "Don't come any closer Clark or you'll be sorry," Jonathan threatened. Clark didn't listen. Instead he walked even closer. "That's it son. I'm real sorry I have to do this." Jonathan jammed some earplugs
in his ears and pushed the play button on his tape recorder. "Barney is a dinosaur of our imagination," sang the little voices coming from the tape recorder. Clark put his hands over his ears. "No! Turn it off," he yelled. Jonathan set the tape recorder down on a counter, grabbed the money, and ran out the bank.
Clark lifted his head. Seeing the tape recorder on the counter, he used his laser vision to blow it up. The music stopped. Clark sighed. Jonathan was long gone with the money. Well he'd better find him before the police did. This was not turning out to be such a good day.
Meanwhile, at the Lex Luther Mansion.
Lex sat reading a book while listening to his favorite Scottish song. He heard a noise behind him. He looked around. Nothing there. He shrugged his shoulders and began reading again. He heard another sound. "Hello? Is anyone hiding in here," Lex asked? No answer. Oh well he was just being... Smack!
Lex slumped over in his chair. The sinister Person stood over him, salami in hand. "Come on Mr. Luther. We are going for a little ride," said the sinister person smiling. Just then Lionel Luther came in the room. The sinister person stepped back knocking a book on the floor. Lionel turned toward the sound.
"Hello? Lex? Lex is that you," he asked. The sinister person knock Lionel onto the ground then grabbed Lex and began to drag him out the door. "Help security," shouted Lionel. "Be quiet you, "snapped the sinister person. "You! I know you," exclaimed Lionel. "That's right. You do. But if you ever want to see
Lex again you'd better keep quiet." With that the sinister person grabbed Lex and dragged him out the door. "Oh no, Lex is in trouble," Lionel cried out. "I'd better pray about this. With that Lionel grabbed his little black Bible out of his pocket and began to pray. "It won't be long now," laughed the sinister Person. "Not long at all."
Ok as you might have guessed the bad guy has been labeled "the sinister person." And I had the usual knocking out of Lex. I hope you enjoyed this Chapter. I'll try to get another one up tomorrow. Till then. Read and Review!