Chapter Fifteen - The Teen of Steel Versus The Maiden of Might
The place had an eerie feel to it. The cries of a thousand crickets from outside, the crackling burning of woods at the far corner of the foundry, and his heavy breaths, were the only sounds that Clark could hear.
Thanks to the bone fire, he made his way through the foundry with ease. He couldn't see anyone though. Lana or Nick is no where in sight. Clark kept his guard, knowing that anytime now his enemy would strike on him.
Unaware, a pair of eyes peeked from behind one of the many steel pillars that supported the old foundry. The eyes were watching his every move.
Clark stopped dead on his tracks when a strong blinding light was shone on his face.
"I'd say it's nice to see you Clark," A female voice said. He instantly recognized it to be Linda, as she slowly emerged from the dark. "But then we both know that it's a big fib."
The light that was shining on him came from the heavy-duty flashlight she was holding. Clark shielded his eyes with the use of his hand.
"Lyn, what are you doing he-" His sentence trailed off, thinking that this figure in front of him couldn't be the real Linda.
He concentrated and used his X-ray vision on this girl. Clark was shocked to find out that there's nothing wrong with her body composition, this is the real Linda Danvers walking towards him.
"Surprised?" She muttered, flashing him a devilish grin. The moonlight leaked through the broken glass windows, enabling Clark to see her. Linda was still attired in the cheerleading uniform. "Didn't think I can pull this off?"
"You did this?" Clark stated, just like Linda said, absolutely surprised. "You're behind this?"
"I'll take 'Duh' for three hundred." Said Linda dryly, turning off the flashlight. She stopped walking.
How can this be? Linda, the girl Clark has fallen in love with is behind Lana's kidnapping. He's baffled as ever.
"Where's Lana?" He inquired, mid- shout, eyes fixed on Linda. "What did you do to her?"
Linda turned on the flashlight again and shone it in the middle of the foundry. There, Clark saw Lana's petite, lifeless body lying on the ground. Both her hands were tied behind her and her feet as well.
"Lana,"
"Don't worry she's not dead." Linda advised, turning off the flashlight, staring back at Clark.
"So, Clark," She added with a tone of confidence in her voice. Linda doesn't want Clark to know that she's having a hard time convincing herself to rid of him, thus she settled to sound cocky and confident all the time. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
They stood several feet away from each other. Both of them, sensing the strong tension in the cold air.
"The hard way, well, it involves a lot of kicking, a lot of punching, and quite possibly hair pulling. Really brutal and violent if you ask me." Spoke Linda, arms crossed over her chest, clutching the flashlight in one hand. "And the easy way, you come over here, kneel before me, while I bash in your skull."
Clark swallowed hard, frightened not by the threat, but by the raged he sees in Linda's eyes. He's never seen her like this. He hasn't got the slightest idea what's this all about. What does she want from him?
"Stop this Linda." He retorted heading to where Lana's body lay.
He's had enough of the talk. Clark figured that there is no way Linda could possibly fight him. Based from his vision, she's just an ordinary human being like anybody else. There's nothing special in her. None of those sign which says that she's been infected by the green meteor rock.
"That's the farthest you can go!" Linda sneered through clenched teeth, blocking him immediately. "You can't take her from me."
"Why are you doing this?" Clark gazed down on her, eyebrows furrowed, a little annoyed by her action and threats.
"Ok Lyn, you don't like this guy. He's a monster underneath it all. You don't like him!" She told herself firmly. "So stop staring into those glorious soulful eyes of his!"
When no reply came, he pushed her side and continued heading for Lana.
Enraged, Linda rushed forward at him, swung the heavy metal flashlight and cracked it against the side of Clark's head. He staggered forward and fell.
"Never turn your back on your opponent." Linda threw away the broken flashlight. "That's what I've learned from killing freaks like you."
Clark was dazed from the blow but he heard what she said. She called him a freak, could it be possible that Linda knew that he's also different? It was clear to Clark, Linda had killed before and now she had her eyes set on him. He was about to get up when Linda stepped one foot on his back, pinning him on the ground. He felt her superhuman strength.
With one quick move, he forcefully pulled her other leg, making her lose her balance and crashed on her side.
Immediately, Clark got to his feet as he watched Linda did the same thing. He had no plans or whatsoever to fight Linda, though Linda on the other hand had all the intentions of slaying him.
Linda threw several punches as Clark tried to avoid them. Unfortunately, most of the punches connected to his face and the chest area of his body.
"Looks like you've been keeping secrets from me." He managed to utter, despite the pain he felt, backing away from Linda's assaults. "You're not normal."
"Oh and you are?" Linda snorted and then she whirled and kicked at Clark twice then followed it with a solid punch in the face.
Gathering that Linda isn't normal as she seemed, Clark had no choice but fight back. Though battling with the girl he loves is hard for him, he figured that he must. She must be stopped. Who knows what trouble she can do in Smallville if he doesn't?
Clark grabbed Linda's wrist in mid punch and flipped her around, landing hard on the floor.
Linda got to her feet and using her super speed, she went for the attack ones more. Clark didn't expect that so Linda decked him and give out a few kicks in the stomach, face and arms.
Finally, he managed to get hold of her and bounded Linda in his arms, making it impossible for her to punch. Linda was fighting her assailant's tight embrace, jerking her body back and forth. She brought her knee up hard between Clark's legs and broke away from him when he doubled in pain.
Clark tried to grab her but instead ended up snatching her hair. Shock registered on his face when the brown hair he has always loved on Linda was removed.
"A wig." He thought looking at the long brunette wig on his hand.
Clark shot his eyes back on his enemy. A girl with long blonde hair stood right before him. This girl had Linda's face, her eyes. She removed her contact lenses to show him who she really is.
"You're the Earth Angel." He mumbled dropping the wig on the floor, still feeling the pain on his crotch. Clark remembered Mrs. Adler's description of the Earth Angel. There's the long blonde gleaming hair and those light blue eyes.
"Yes. And you're dead meat." She answered, charging for him again.
Linda threw a punch then shot an elbow into Clark's pretty boy face. With every ounce of energy in her, she swung her left hand into a bone-crunching blow at his chest and knocked him back. She twisted her legs, grabbed up Clark in front of her in a scissors move and then toppled him.
Lying on the ground, Clark was able to kick Linda on her guts as she was about to go down on him for an attack. The kick sent her flying into the air and crushing back on the foundry's wall.
He took advantage of that and rose to his feet, preparing himself for another assault. The spot where Linda crashed on the wall was cracked because of the powerful impact of his kick.
"What kind of creature is she?" He asked himself, standing up from the ground.
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Whitney Fordman knocked several times on the front door of Lana's house that evening. After a while of waiting, Nelle, Lana's aunt, opened the door to him.
"Whitney," Nelle spoke, suddenly alarmed with the worried expression on this young man's face.
"Is Lana home?" He asked, hoping that Nelle would give him a yes.
"No, weren't you supposed to be together? She said you'd fetch her at school." She uttered, her heart beating rapidly now, fretting.
"Yeah, I told her to meet me at the parking lot an hour ago but she didn't show up."
Whitney's words sent alarms ringing on her thoughts. Something's wrong, Nelle could feel it. She was dead scared thinking of what horrible things might have happened to her niece.
"Have you tried calling up her friends?" Nelle inquired, heading for the living room for the phone, while Whitney trailed behind.
"Yes. I called all of them. Just as the same they dunno where Lana is."
Nelle picked up the phone and started dialing the Kent's number. She prayed Martha or Jonathan would tell her that Lana's at their house with Clark, safe and sound.
"Martha, it's Nelle." She greeted as soon as she recognized the female voice who answered at the other line.
"Nelle, Hi." Mrs. Kent retorted sitting at the dining room area of the house with her husband.
"Is Lana there?"
"No, she's not here." Martha replied, sensing the troubled tone on her friend's voice.
"Oh my god!" Mrs. Kent heard her let out then followed it with sobs.
"Nelle what's wrong?"
"Lana's missing!" Nelle muttered on the phone, crying as Whitney comforted her on the couch, where they were sitting.
"Clark and Linda's missing too. We've tried calling all their friends but they don't seem to have any idea where they are." Martha told her, also worried for her son and Linda's safety. "We called up Lex's house a while ago and his butler said he was at the hospital to visit Linda's friend, Lena Thorul."
"Do you think they're with Lex?"
"I hope so. Jonathan and I are planning to head there now to find out."
"I'll come with you." Nelle suggested.
"Alright we'll wait for you here."
They put down the phone and in less than 7 minutes Nelle arrived at the farm, riding at the passenger's seat of Whitney's car. Not wasting anytime, Whitney followed behind Mrs. and Mr. Kent's blue pick up truck, heading for the local general hospital.
The group reached the hospital and asked the nurse at the front desk on Lena Thorul's room number. Just as they got it, they dashed for the elevator door for Lena's room.
Mrs. Kent held her husband's hand for comfort as they made their way to the room.
"Please, Please God let them be safe."
The place had an eerie feel to it. The cries of a thousand crickets from outside, the crackling burning of woods at the far corner of the foundry, and his heavy breaths, were the only sounds that Clark could hear.
Thanks to the bone fire, he made his way through the foundry with ease. He couldn't see anyone though. Lana or Nick is no where in sight. Clark kept his guard, knowing that anytime now his enemy would strike on him.
Unaware, a pair of eyes peeked from behind one of the many steel pillars that supported the old foundry. The eyes were watching his every move.
Clark stopped dead on his tracks when a strong blinding light was shone on his face.
"I'd say it's nice to see you Clark," A female voice said. He instantly recognized it to be Linda, as she slowly emerged from the dark. "But then we both know that it's a big fib."
The light that was shining on him came from the heavy-duty flashlight she was holding. Clark shielded his eyes with the use of his hand.
"Lyn, what are you doing he-" His sentence trailed off, thinking that this figure in front of him couldn't be the real Linda.
He concentrated and used his X-ray vision on this girl. Clark was shocked to find out that there's nothing wrong with her body composition, this is the real Linda Danvers walking towards him.
"Surprised?" She muttered, flashing him a devilish grin. The moonlight leaked through the broken glass windows, enabling Clark to see her. Linda was still attired in the cheerleading uniform. "Didn't think I can pull this off?"
"You did this?" Clark stated, just like Linda said, absolutely surprised. "You're behind this?"
"I'll take 'Duh' for three hundred." Said Linda dryly, turning off the flashlight. She stopped walking.
How can this be? Linda, the girl Clark has fallen in love with is behind Lana's kidnapping. He's baffled as ever.
"Where's Lana?" He inquired, mid- shout, eyes fixed on Linda. "What did you do to her?"
Linda turned on the flashlight again and shone it in the middle of the foundry. There, Clark saw Lana's petite, lifeless body lying on the ground. Both her hands were tied behind her and her feet as well.
"Lana,"
"Don't worry she's not dead." Linda advised, turning off the flashlight, staring back at Clark.
"So, Clark," She added with a tone of confidence in her voice. Linda doesn't want Clark to know that she's having a hard time convincing herself to rid of him, thus she settled to sound cocky and confident all the time. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
They stood several feet away from each other. Both of them, sensing the strong tension in the cold air.
"The hard way, well, it involves a lot of kicking, a lot of punching, and quite possibly hair pulling. Really brutal and violent if you ask me." Spoke Linda, arms crossed over her chest, clutching the flashlight in one hand. "And the easy way, you come over here, kneel before me, while I bash in your skull."
Clark swallowed hard, frightened not by the threat, but by the raged he sees in Linda's eyes. He's never seen her like this. He hasn't got the slightest idea what's this all about. What does she want from him?
"Stop this Linda." He retorted heading to where Lana's body lay.
He's had enough of the talk. Clark figured that there is no way Linda could possibly fight him. Based from his vision, she's just an ordinary human being like anybody else. There's nothing special in her. None of those sign which says that she's been infected by the green meteor rock.
"That's the farthest you can go!" Linda sneered through clenched teeth, blocking him immediately. "You can't take her from me."
"Why are you doing this?" Clark gazed down on her, eyebrows furrowed, a little annoyed by her action and threats.
"Ok Lyn, you don't like this guy. He's a monster underneath it all. You don't like him!" She told herself firmly. "So stop staring into those glorious soulful eyes of his!"
When no reply came, he pushed her side and continued heading for Lana.
Enraged, Linda rushed forward at him, swung the heavy metal flashlight and cracked it against the side of Clark's head. He staggered forward and fell.
"Never turn your back on your opponent." Linda threw away the broken flashlight. "That's what I've learned from killing freaks like you."
Clark was dazed from the blow but he heard what she said. She called him a freak, could it be possible that Linda knew that he's also different? It was clear to Clark, Linda had killed before and now she had her eyes set on him. He was about to get up when Linda stepped one foot on his back, pinning him on the ground. He felt her superhuman strength.
With one quick move, he forcefully pulled her other leg, making her lose her balance and crashed on her side.
Immediately, Clark got to his feet as he watched Linda did the same thing. He had no plans or whatsoever to fight Linda, though Linda on the other hand had all the intentions of slaying him.
Linda threw several punches as Clark tried to avoid them. Unfortunately, most of the punches connected to his face and the chest area of his body.
"Looks like you've been keeping secrets from me." He managed to utter, despite the pain he felt, backing away from Linda's assaults. "You're not normal."
"Oh and you are?" Linda snorted and then she whirled and kicked at Clark twice then followed it with a solid punch in the face.
Gathering that Linda isn't normal as she seemed, Clark had no choice but fight back. Though battling with the girl he loves is hard for him, he figured that he must. She must be stopped. Who knows what trouble she can do in Smallville if he doesn't?
Clark grabbed Linda's wrist in mid punch and flipped her around, landing hard on the floor.
Linda got to her feet and using her super speed, she went for the attack ones more. Clark didn't expect that so Linda decked him and give out a few kicks in the stomach, face and arms.
Finally, he managed to get hold of her and bounded Linda in his arms, making it impossible for her to punch. Linda was fighting her assailant's tight embrace, jerking her body back and forth. She brought her knee up hard between Clark's legs and broke away from him when he doubled in pain.
Clark tried to grab her but instead ended up snatching her hair. Shock registered on his face when the brown hair he has always loved on Linda was removed.
"A wig." He thought looking at the long brunette wig on his hand.
Clark shot his eyes back on his enemy. A girl with long blonde hair stood right before him. This girl had Linda's face, her eyes. She removed her contact lenses to show him who she really is.
"You're the Earth Angel." He mumbled dropping the wig on the floor, still feeling the pain on his crotch. Clark remembered Mrs. Adler's description of the Earth Angel. There's the long blonde gleaming hair and those light blue eyes.
"Yes. And you're dead meat." She answered, charging for him again.
Linda threw a punch then shot an elbow into Clark's pretty boy face. With every ounce of energy in her, she swung her left hand into a bone-crunching blow at his chest and knocked him back. She twisted her legs, grabbed up Clark in front of her in a scissors move and then toppled him.
Lying on the ground, Clark was able to kick Linda on her guts as she was about to go down on him for an attack. The kick sent her flying into the air and crushing back on the foundry's wall.
He took advantage of that and rose to his feet, preparing himself for another assault. The spot where Linda crashed on the wall was cracked because of the powerful impact of his kick.
"What kind of creature is she?" He asked himself, standing up from the ground.
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Whitney Fordman knocked several times on the front door of Lana's house that evening. After a while of waiting, Nelle, Lana's aunt, opened the door to him.
"Whitney," Nelle spoke, suddenly alarmed with the worried expression on this young man's face.
"Is Lana home?" He asked, hoping that Nelle would give him a yes.
"No, weren't you supposed to be together? She said you'd fetch her at school." She uttered, her heart beating rapidly now, fretting.
"Yeah, I told her to meet me at the parking lot an hour ago but she didn't show up."
Whitney's words sent alarms ringing on her thoughts. Something's wrong, Nelle could feel it. She was dead scared thinking of what horrible things might have happened to her niece.
"Have you tried calling up her friends?" Nelle inquired, heading for the living room for the phone, while Whitney trailed behind.
"Yes. I called all of them. Just as the same they dunno where Lana is."
Nelle picked up the phone and started dialing the Kent's number. She prayed Martha or Jonathan would tell her that Lana's at their house with Clark, safe and sound.
"Martha, it's Nelle." She greeted as soon as she recognized the female voice who answered at the other line.
"Nelle, Hi." Mrs. Kent retorted sitting at the dining room area of the house with her husband.
"Is Lana there?"
"No, she's not here." Martha replied, sensing the troubled tone on her friend's voice.
"Oh my god!" Mrs. Kent heard her let out then followed it with sobs.
"Nelle what's wrong?"
"Lana's missing!" Nelle muttered on the phone, crying as Whitney comforted her on the couch, where they were sitting.
"Clark and Linda's missing too. We've tried calling all their friends but they don't seem to have any idea where they are." Martha told her, also worried for her son and Linda's safety. "We called up Lex's house a while ago and his butler said he was at the hospital to visit Linda's friend, Lena Thorul."
"Do you think they're with Lex?"
"I hope so. Jonathan and I are planning to head there now to find out."
"I'll come with you." Nelle suggested.
"Alright we'll wait for you here."
They put down the phone and in less than 7 minutes Nelle arrived at the farm, riding at the passenger's seat of Whitney's car. Not wasting anytime, Whitney followed behind Mrs. and Mr. Kent's blue pick up truck, heading for the local general hospital.
The group reached the hospital and asked the nurse at the front desk on Lena Thorul's room number. Just as they got it, they dashed for the elevator door for Lena's room.
Mrs. Kent held her husband's hand for comfort as they made their way to the room.
"Please, Please God let them be safe."