Chapter 9: Hostile Visitor
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I'm rudely awakened by a hard slap to the face. A blurred image of Tina appears in my field of vision. This isn't good - she looks mad. She paces back and forth making me exceptionally nervous.
"Do you have any idea how many people love you? It seems this how damn town is in love with Lana Lang. What about Tina Greer? Where was the love for her? No. No love for Tina. But Lana? She can do no wrong. And you know what? You don't deserve one ounce of any sort of affection. It's always 'Oh, my parents died, I'm an orphan! Please feel sorry for me.' Well I think that act has run a little thin don't you?"
The question is obvious rhetorical and she makes no motion to remove my gag. Instead she gives me a cold stare before her eyes begin moving rapidly, up and down, left to right, evidently plotting something. She walks over to my closet and riffles through my wardrobe, throwing some of my clothes to the ground.
"I think Lana Lang's going to go a different direction this year. She's going to appreciate everything she has, all the people who care about her. No more moping. No more masquerading in pinks and blues, hiding in the ever-cheerful demeanour that everyone else sees. It's time for a change," she says triumphantly as she morphs into my form and crouches down to look at me eye to eye.
"Now there's only one thing to do. and that's get rid of you. Huh, that rhymed didn't it? So tell me, Lana, how would you like to go? A knife in the back? How about drowning? Gunshot to the head? How about dying in a horrible fire? No, scratch the last two, much too messy. And I've got to get rid of that tight little body of yours."
My resolve breaks down as I realize that there's no one and nothing stopping Tina from ending my life. I feel my eyes tremble and the salty tears running down my face.
"Oh, don't cry Lana! You've had a good life. You never deserved it, so really, you'll finish a step ahead of most. Oh! I know just what to do with you to even things out," she exclaims with a wicked grin.
She takes the restraint off my left hand and pulls it behind my back roughly, and doing the same to my right. I struggle, but I am no match for her in my weakened state. Tina soon does the same to my legs and before I know it, I'm being dragged out of the room and down the stairs, my head painfully thumping on each step as we go. A door is swung open and my already bruised head is subjected to more punishment as we go down yet another set of stairs before I lose consciousness, possibly for the last time.
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Damn, this bitch isn't as light as she looks, I think, as I drag the her limp body outside to the tool shed/make-shift garage. I struggle to open the door, and am delighted when the creaky slab of wood snaps open, revealing a dark room covered in cobwebs. Nell obviously doesn't spend much time in here, I note with delight. It's perfect. A broken down lawnmower and a large number of boxes take up most of the space as I squint to make out a place to put her. The windows are boarded I realize with a grin. I stuff her into an old box full of ragged clothes. I poke a few holes into the top to give her some stale air to breathe for the remainder of her life. I want her to suffer. She'll starve to death in this hole and no one will find her. not until it's too late that is. I surround her with the rest of the boxes and smile, pleased at my work. The shed was well away from the house and while the walls weren't that thick, the gag I wrapped around her mouth should prevent anyone from hearing her.
I head back toward the house to gather the few things to start me out on my new life. Birth certificate, driver's license, green necklace, and some clothes - hopefully not too girly. Unfortunately I meet failure in the last department as I chuck most of her clothes on the floor in disgust. The only things in her closet I can stand are some undies and even those are boring except for the few summer thongs. I guess that'll do until I buy myself a complete new wardrobe to go with my new life. Lana Lang's gotta make a splash - wherever she decides to go. Now only a few loose ends to tie up. I turn on her computer and start typing out a farewell letter.
'Dear Nell, I know you and Dean are moving to Metropolis. I can't believe you never even bothered to tell me! You think I'm a piece of luggage you can drag along to whatever damn place you feel like going? Lana Lang refuses to be treated that way. I'm leaving you and this hellhole for a better life. Don't bother trying to look for me. you'll never find me. Please make sure all of my friends gets a chance to read this note. To said friends: I hate you all. Especially Clark. Clark, if you're reading this, I'm going to do you a huge favour and tell you what your problem is. You spend way too much time trying to get into my pants! It's too bad though - cuz you do have all the right moves. if you're trying to nail a goat. So long suckers, and lot's of love.yeah right.
Sincerely,
Lana'
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I sat in my loft with my hands on my head as I often did. I'm so confused as to how Lana, who was crazy about me one moment could be so cold and cruel the next. Things were going so well and then they just went south akin to waking from a dream. All I can see is the image of Lana in her black dress kissing Whitney with the kind of passion I thought was solely reserved for me. What's worse was afterwards she gave me blank stare and slammed the door. Her eyes, the window into her soul were so distant, I didn't recognize them.
With that thought my head pops up from its perch. My eyebrows crinkle in before an epitome strikes me. Lana doesn't wear black. Never in his entire life had he seen her wear anything darker than a shade of purple. In fact with the slits down the dress on each side, she looked like a witch. I run to her house at full speed, not caring if anyone sees me, or what obstacles may be in the way.
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I'm rudely awakened by a hard slap to the face. A blurred image of Tina appears in my field of vision. This isn't good - she looks mad. She paces back and forth making me exceptionally nervous.
"Do you have any idea how many people love you? It seems this how damn town is in love with Lana Lang. What about Tina Greer? Where was the love for her? No. No love for Tina. But Lana? She can do no wrong. And you know what? You don't deserve one ounce of any sort of affection. It's always 'Oh, my parents died, I'm an orphan! Please feel sorry for me.' Well I think that act has run a little thin don't you?"
The question is obvious rhetorical and she makes no motion to remove my gag. Instead she gives me a cold stare before her eyes begin moving rapidly, up and down, left to right, evidently plotting something. She walks over to my closet and riffles through my wardrobe, throwing some of my clothes to the ground.
"I think Lana Lang's going to go a different direction this year. She's going to appreciate everything she has, all the people who care about her. No more moping. No more masquerading in pinks and blues, hiding in the ever-cheerful demeanour that everyone else sees. It's time for a change," she says triumphantly as she morphs into my form and crouches down to look at me eye to eye.
"Now there's only one thing to do. and that's get rid of you. Huh, that rhymed didn't it? So tell me, Lana, how would you like to go? A knife in the back? How about drowning? Gunshot to the head? How about dying in a horrible fire? No, scratch the last two, much too messy. And I've got to get rid of that tight little body of yours."
My resolve breaks down as I realize that there's no one and nothing stopping Tina from ending my life. I feel my eyes tremble and the salty tears running down my face.
"Oh, don't cry Lana! You've had a good life. You never deserved it, so really, you'll finish a step ahead of most. Oh! I know just what to do with you to even things out," she exclaims with a wicked grin.
She takes the restraint off my left hand and pulls it behind my back roughly, and doing the same to my right. I struggle, but I am no match for her in my weakened state. Tina soon does the same to my legs and before I know it, I'm being dragged out of the room and down the stairs, my head painfully thumping on each step as we go. A door is swung open and my already bruised head is subjected to more punishment as we go down yet another set of stairs before I lose consciousness, possibly for the last time.
~~~
Damn, this bitch isn't as light as she looks, I think, as I drag the her limp body outside to the tool shed/make-shift garage. I struggle to open the door, and am delighted when the creaky slab of wood snaps open, revealing a dark room covered in cobwebs. Nell obviously doesn't spend much time in here, I note with delight. It's perfect. A broken down lawnmower and a large number of boxes take up most of the space as I squint to make out a place to put her. The windows are boarded I realize with a grin. I stuff her into an old box full of ragged clothes. I poke a few holes into the top to give her some stale air to breathe for the remainder of her life. I want her to suffer. She'll starve to death in this hole and no one will find her. not until it's too late that is. I surround her with the rest of the boxes and smile, pleased at my work. The shed was well away from the house and while the walls weren't that thick, the gag I wrapped around her mouth should prevent anyone from hearing her.
I head back toward the house to gather the few things to start me out on my new life. Birth certificate, driver's license, green necklace, and some clothes - hopefully not too girly. Unfortunately I meet failure in the last department as I chuck most of her clothes on the floor in disgust. The only things in her closet I can stand are some undies and even those are boring except for the few summer thongs. I guess that'll do until I buy myself a complete new wardrobe to go with my new life. Lana Lang's gotta make a splash - wherever she decides to go. Now only a few loose ends to tie up. I turn on her computer and start typing out a farewell letter.
'Dear Nell, I know you and Dean are moving to Metropolis. I can't believe you never even bothered to tell me! You think I'm a piece of luggage you can drag along to whatever damn place you feel like going? Lana Lang refuses to be treated that way. I'm leaving you and this hellhole for a better life. Don't bother trying to look for me. you'll never find me. Please make sure all of my friends gets a chance to read this note. To said friends: I hate you all. Especially Clark. Clark, if you're reading this, I'm going to do you a huge favour and tell you what your problem is. You spend way too much time trying to get into my pants! It's too bad though - cuz you do have all the right moves. if you're trying to nail a goat. So long suckers, and lot's of love.yeah right.
Sincerely,
Lana'
~~~
I sat in my loft with my hands on my head as I often did. I'm so confused as to how Lana, who was crazy about me one moment could be so cold and cruel the next. Things were going so well and then they just went south akin to waking from a dream. All I can see is the image of Lana in her black dress kissing Whitney with the kind of passion I thought was solely reserved for me. What's worse was afterwards she gave me blank stare and slammed the door. Her eyes, the window into her soul were so distant, I didn't recognize them.
With that thought my head pops up from its perch. My eyebrows crinkle in before an epitome strikes me. Lana doesn't wear black. Never in his entire life had he seen her wear anything darker than a shade of purple. In fact with the slits down the dress on each side, she looked like a witch. I run to her house at full speed, not caring if anyone sees me, or what obstacles may be in the way.
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