Chapter 7: Kidnapper, Interrupted
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I come to my senses in my bed, my limbs tied to the bedposts, a strange smell lingering in my nose, and a scarf covering my eyes. A silk nightgown now adorns my body, rather than the jeans and halter-top I remember going to bed in. I struggle to remember what happened, but my mind registers a blank. A slight chill comes over me as I hear the door slowly creek open.
"Who's there?!"
"Hi, Lana."
That voice I recognize immediately.
"Tina! What the hell is going on?"
"I'm back Lana, I came back for you. Remember what good friends we were? Before the cheerleading, Whitney, and Clark came between us? Don't you miss those times?"
"There's a reason we're not friends, Tina. You robbed a bank, and you tried to kill me, remember?"
"I'm so sorry Lana, I was a little crazy then. I'm better now. And I know your life isn't exactly going to plan."
"You! It was you wasn't it? Clark would never act that way towards me!"
"Huh? Lana, I haven't taken anyone's form in a long time, I don't do that anymore."
"You're lying! When Clark finds you here, he's gonna - "
"Gonna what? I don't think Clark Kent will be bothering you for a long time. I made him realize the real you."
"You bitch, you'll pay for this!" I scream, tugging at my restraints.
"Calm down. You should really be nicer to me. Not only have I got you tied up and at my mercy, I'm probably the only one around here who still loves you."
"What are talking about?"
"I've been lurking about Lana. Did you know Nell and Dean are moving to Metropolis? Huh, they didn't even tell you."
She pulls off the scarf from around my head and shows me a Metropolis real estate guide; several red circles are marked with notes in Nell's handwriting. I look it over, surprised it is the genuine article.
"And the last I saw Clark, he was in the arms of Chloe, sobbing his eyes out."
"If you love me so much, why am I tied up like this?"
She puts her hand on my head and starts stroking my hair.
"Well I know you were mad at me for trying to kill you and all, so I just had to do this to get you to listen to me. I could take you away from all this, Lana. We could have everything our hearts desire. Fine wine, gourmet food, and a mansion with a stable full of horses out in the countryside. How does that sound?"
"It sounds crazy."
She closes the distance between us, bringing her lips to my ear.
"Just mull it over. We're meant to be together," she whispers, kissing my earlobe gently before walking out into the hall.
A shiver runs down my spine. Where's Clark Kent when you need him?
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I awake in my loft, sunbeams streaming through the window. It's well past noon, yet my body is so sore. The events of the past night flash across my mind. Lana going back to Whitney and breaking up with me on the phone. Something just didn't add up. She'd never do any like that to hurt me. I pull on my jacket and pick my lazy butt off the couch and jog down the stairs.
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"Yeah. No problem. Have fun with Dean. Okay. Bye."
I shake my head in amazement as I hang up the phone. How could Nell abandon Lana at a time like this? If I was in her shoes I'd be catering to her every whim, trying help her deal with her depression. She doesn't deserve to have a niece like Lana.
I walk into the bathroom, admiring Lana's form in the new black dress I bought for her through the full-length mirror. She definitely doesn't deserve her.
"Lana! I know you're in there! I can see you through the window!"
Oh shit, it's him again, banging on the front door. Why does he have to be so persistent? I tell him that Lana's a lesbian and he still doesn't get the picture. I walk over to the door and unlock it, leaving the chain on, before opening it part way.
"You again? Have you grown breasts since the last time I saw you? Cuz if you haven't - not interested."
"Lana, be reasonable! Do know the real reason I'm here? I shot my foot on purpose, Lana. I realized what a mistake it was to leave you, so I shot my own foot to get myself discharged."
"Well why did you leave in the first place, huh? If you were truly in love with me, you wouldn't have left."
"It was a mistake. My dad died, I was distraught, real impressionable. When I say my dad's medals, I enlisted in grief. But not a day went by that I didn't think about you."
I stare at him through the crack in the door. His eyes shaking, pleading with me. I see it. The passion in his eyes. I insult him in the worst possible way in the parking lot, yet here he is, fighting for her. Of all the people in Lana's life, he just might be the only one who loves her. No, that can't be. It should be me, not him. I unchain the door and walk out to the porch railing and look off into the horizon.
"You love me?"
"Yeah?"
"How much?"
"More than anything, I'd - ?"
"Would you do anything for me?"
"Yes, I would," he answers, without hesitation.
"What if I wanted to live a life of crime?"
"I'd be your accomplice."
"What if I wanted to be a stripper in some rat-infested bar?"
"I'd be the bouncer."
"What if I wanted to get out of Smallville, forever?"
"I'd take you where ever you wanted to go."
He comes towards me and wraps his arms around my waist, his chin above my shoulder, barely touching my ear.
"You'd leave it all behind. for me?"
"Yes, just say the word."
I turn and look at him once more. He's serious. Not a shiver, not a shake, no cracks in his voice.
"Okay then. Pack your bags. All your valuables, anything you want to keep. Don't tell a soul."
"When do we leave?"
"Drive out to the Motel 6 in Granville and wait for me. I'll meet you there in two days."
In two days, Lana and I will have blown this town, and that idiot can sit there in the motel room and wank it, for all I care.
"Two days, why wait so long, we could just - "
"Two days. If you want me back, you wait the two days. Got it?"
"Got it."
He pulls me to him and leans against the railing. He takes me in for a passionate kiss, his lips seemingly on fire. He's been waiting for this a long time. I wrap my hands tightly around his neck to further convince him, as he attacks my mouth with abandon. I'm caught off guard by his intensity, having never been kissed like this before. I try desperately to keep up with his hands, his lips, and his tongue, as they move together like one big groping symphony. I pull away from him to catch my breath, a loud smacking noise pops out with the breaking of our union. He smiles and turns around to walk to his truck, forgetting that the porch railing is right behind him.
Crash.
I throw down his crutches as he frantically tries to untangle himself from the bushes. He's scratched and bruised, but still smiling. He waves and makes his way very slowly, very painfully, and very awkwardly to the truck. As I turn around to go back inside, I see Clark on the lawn about thirty feet away. He stands there, motionless like a deer caught in headlights, obviously having caught most of our exchange. I can tell he wants to say something, but the right words escape him. I don't give him a second thought. I walk back inside, slamming the door behind me, with satisfaction. Two birds with one stone.
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I come to my senses in my bed, my limbs tied to the bedposts, a strange smell lingering in my nose, and a scarf covering my eyes. A silk nightgown now adorns my body, rather than the jeans and halter-top I remember going to bed in. I struggle to remember what happened, but my mind registers a blank. A slight chill comes over me as I hear the door slowly creek open.
"Who's there?!"
"Hi, Lana."
That voice I recognize immediately.
"Tina! What the hell is going on?"
"I'm back Lana, I came back for you. Remember what good friends we were? Before the cheerleading, Whitney, and Clark came between us? Don't you miss those times?"
"There's a reason we're not friends, Tina. You robbed a bank, and you tried to kill me, remember?"
"I'm so sorry Lana, I was a little crazy then. I'm better now. And I know your life isn't exactly going to plan."
"You! It was you wasn't it? Clark would never act that way towards me!"
"Huh? Lana, I haven't taken anyone's form in a long time, I don't do that anymore."
"You're lying! When Clark finds you here, he's gonna - "
"Gonna what? I don't think Clark Kent will be bothering you for a long time. I made him realize the real you."
"You bitch, you'll pay for this!" I scream, tugging at my restraints.
"Calm down. You should really be nicer to me. Not only have I got you tied up and at my mercy, I'm probably the only one around here who still loves you."
"What are talking about?"
"I've been lurking about Lana. Did you know Nell and Dean are moving to Metropolis? Huh, they didn't even tell you."
She pulls off the scarf from around my head and shows me a Metropolis real estate guide; several red circles are marked with notes in Nell's handwriting. I look it over, surprised it is the genuine article.
"And the last I saw Clark, he was in the arms of Chloe, sobbing his eyes out."
"If you love me so much, why am I tied up like this?"
She puts her hand on my head and starts stroking my hair.
"Well I know you were mad at me for trying to kill you and all, so I just had to do this to get you to listen to me. I could take you away from all this, Lana. We could have everything our hearts desire. Fine wine, gourmet food, and a mansion with a stable full of horses out in the countryside. How does that sound?"
"It sounds crazy."
She closes the distance between us, bringing her lips to my ear.
"Just mull it over. We're meant to be together," she whispers, kissing my earlobe gently before walking out into the hall.
A shiver runs down my spine. Where's Clark Kent when you need him?
~~~
I awake in my loft, sunbeams streaming through the window. It's well past noon, yet my body is so sore. The events of the past night flash across my mind. Lana going back to Whitney and breaking up with me on the phone. Something just didn't add up. She'd never do any like that to hurt me. I pull on my jacket and pick my lazy butt off the couch and jog down the stairs.
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"Yeah. No problem. Have fun with Dean. Okay. Bye."
I shake my head in amazement as I hang up the phone. How could Nell abandon Lana at a time like this? If I was in her shoes I'd be catering to her every whim, trying help her deal with her depression. She doesn't deserve to have a niece like Lana.
I walk into the bathroom, admiring Lana's form in the new black dress I bought for her through the full-length mirror. She definitely doesn't deserve her.
"Lana! I know you're in there! I can see you through the window!"
Oh shit, it's him again, banging on the front door. Why does he have to be so persistent? I tell him that Lana's a lesbian and he still doesn't get the picture. I walk over to the door and unlock it, leaving the chain on, before opening it part way.
"You again? Have you grown breasts since the last time I saw you? Cuz if you haven't - not interested."
"Lana, be reasonable! Do know the real reason I'm here? I shot my foot on purpose, Lana. I realized what a mistake it was to leave you, so I shot my own foot to get myself discharged."
"Well why did you leave in the first place, huh? If you were truly in love with me, you wouldn't have left."
"It was a mistake. My dad died, I was distraught, real impressionable. When I say my dad's medals, I enlisted in grief. But not a day went by that I didn't think about you."
I stare at him through the crack in the door. His eyes shaking, pleading with me. I see it. The passion in his eyes. I insult him in the worst possible way in the parking lot, yet here he is, fighting for her. Of all the people in Lana's life, he just might be the only one who loves her. No, that can't be. It should be me, not him. I unchain the door and walk out to the porch railing and look off into the horizon.
"You love me?"
"Yeah?"
"How much?"
"More than anything, I'd - ?"
"Would you do anything for me?"
"Yes, I would," he answers, without hesitation.
"What if I wanted to live a life of crime?"
"I'd be your accomplice."
"What if I wanted to be a stripper in some rat-infested bar?"
"I'd be the bouncer."
"What if I wanted to get out of Smallville, forever?"
"I'd take you where ever you wanted to go."
He comes towards me and wraps his arms around my waist, his chin above my shoulder, barely touching my ear.
"You'd leave it all behind. for me?"
"Yes, just say the word."
I turn and look at him once more. He's serious. Not a shiver, not a shake, no cracks in his voice.
"Okay then. Pack your bags. All your valuables, anything you want to keep. Don't tell a soul."
"When do we leave?"
"Drive out to the Motel 6 in Granville and wait for me. I'll meet you there in two days."
In two days, Lana and I will have blown this town, and that idiot can sit there in the motel room and wank it, for all I care.
"Two days, why wait so long, we could just - "
"Two days. If you want me back, you wait the two days. Got it?"
"Got it."
He pulls me to him and leans against the railing. He takes me in for a passionate kiss, his lips seemingly on fire. He's been waiting for this a long time. I wrap my hands tightly around his neck to further convince him, as he attacks my mouth with abandon. I'm caught off guard by his intensity, having never been kissed like this before. I try desperately to keep up with his hands, his lips, and his tongue, as they move together like one big groping symphony. I pull away from him to catch my breath, a loud smacking noise pops out with the breaking of our union. He smiles and turns around to walk to his truck, forgetting that the porch railing is right behind him.
Crash.
I throw down his crutches as he frantically tries to untangle himself from the bushes. He's scratched and bruised, but still smiling. He waves and makes his way very slowly, very painfully, and very awkwardly to the truck. As I turn around to go back inside, I see Clark on the lawn about thirty feet away. He stands there, motionless like a deer caught in headlights, obviously having caught most of our exchange. I can tell he wants to say something, but the right words escape him. I don't give him a second thought. I walk back inside, slamming the door behind me, with satisfaction. Two birds with one stone.
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