~Trepidation~
by Electric Spyro :o)
" Pete, call the police and tell them to wait in front of that road." Clark said just before he ran to catch up with the car.
" Right." Pete said. Clark raced away and just when he was completely hidden from everyone and was deep enough down the road, he broke into super speed and flew down the rest of the road hopeing to reach Lana before Strike or any of his friends.
The trees that blurred by seemed to get thicker as if he was running right into the heart of a forest. Suddenly he noticed a building to his right and stopped.
It was an old mill of some sort from what Clark could tell. Most of its windows were broken and the boards that made up the floor for the porch seemed ramshackled and weak. However Clark made his way to the front door and cautiously opened it.
It was pretty much darkness. There was no sound of anything and if wasn't the fact that he saw Strike's car turn down this road, he probably would've left. He scanned the area.
" Lana?" he shouted hopeing to here a response. There was none. He walked futher into the house. Nothing but silence. Then -
" Hey, Kent!"
Clark whirled around. There, in the doorway, was Strike. He was extremely pallid and his face was twisted into an evil grin which was illuminated by the glowing green rock he held in his hand. Clark's stomache began to feel as if it was being torn out. His head ached tremendously. He fell to his kneels. He was losing his breath. It got harder to breath with each second.
" What's the matter Kent? Suddenly not feeling to good? That's to bad. And just when you were about to save your little friend." he let out a cold laugh as two of his buddies walked automatically in and grabbed Clark by his arms. " Make sure you don't hurt him too much boys. After all - he could definitely get us plenty of ransom money."
Clark's vision started to blurred as he was dragged do into the basement of the mill by the two DMX members who both looked as if they ate an entire horse in a day.
He eventually reached the basement and was then pushed into a pile of was the last thing Clark wanted to see - more meteor rock. He managed to turn his head. He saw a few dusty, dirty bookshelves, a broke table and -
" Lana." Clark despritely edged himself towards her. Although his vision was blurring, he could see that she was still breathing. She stirred a little and then slowly opened her eyes. " Clark?"
" Lana," Clark said, his voice weakening," Lana, I'm get us out of this."
" Clark, what're you -"
" Well, well, well. Seems the princess has awoken." Strike said calmly walking down the creaking steps. He walked over to Clark and bent down to grab him by the throat. " You tell me why these rocks are so important to the Luthors and I just might let you live, kid."
" I - I don't know." Clark uttered both choking and sputtering.
" You liar!" Strike shouted madly throwing Clark backwards. Clark fell into a diffrent room. It was smaller and was pitch black. Clark couldn't see anything. He did, however, feel the effects of the rocks wearing off. He immediately switched on his X-ray vision.
Strike's skeleton was aiming right for him, about to hit him with a metal pipe. Clark super sped to him and grabbed the pipe, bending in and throwing it to the ground.
" What the hell -" Clark cut him off by grabbing Strike and throwing him across the room. he smashed into a shelf and fell to the ground, unconcious.
" Clark." Lana raced towards him. Clark noticed a window in the back of the dark room. He grabbed Lana's hand. " Come on."
A.N. The Clana-ness will be in the next chapter or the chapter after that. Don't worry! :o)
" Pete, call the police and tell them to wait in front of that road." Clark said just before he ran to catch up with the car.
" Right." Pete said. Clark raced away and just when he was completely hidden from everyone and was deep enough down the road, he broke into super speed and flew down the rest of the road hopeing to reach Lana before Strike or any of his friends.
The trees that blurred by seemed to get thicker as if he was running right into the heart of a forest. Suddenly he noticed a building to his right and stopped.
It was an old mill of some sort from what Clark could tell. Most of its windows were broken and the boards that made up the floor for the porch seemed ramshackled and weak. However Clark made his way to the front door and cautiously opened it.
It was pretty much darkness. There was no sound of anything and if wasn't the fact that he saw Strike's car turn down this road, he probably would've left. He scanned the area.
" Lana?" he shouted hopeing to here a response. There was none. He walked futher into the house. Nothing but silence. Then -
" Hey, Kent!"
Clark whirled around. There, in the doorway, was Strike. He was extremely pallid and his face was twisted into an evil grin which was illuminated by the glowing green rock he held in his hand. Clark's stomache began to feel as if it was being torn out. His head ached tremendously. He fell to his kneels. He was losing his breath. It got harder to breath with each second.
" What's the matter Kent? Suddenly not feeling to good? That's to bad. And just when you were about to save your little friend." he let out a cold laugh as two of his buddies walked automatically in and grabbed Clark by his arms. " Make sure you don't hurt him too much boys. After all - he could definitely get us plenty of ransom money."
Clark's vision started to blurred as he was dragged do into the basement of the mill by the two DMX members who both looked as if they ate an entire horse in a day.
He eventually reached the basement and was then pushed into a pile of was the last thing Clark wanted to see - more meteor rock. He managed to turn his head. He saw a few dusty, dirty bookshelves, a broke table and -
" Lana." Clark despritely edged himself towards her. Although his vision was blurring, he could see that she was still breathing. She stirred a little and then slowly opened her eyes. " Clark?"
" Lana," Clark said, his voice weakening," Lana, I'm get us out of this."
" Clark, what're you -"
" Well, well, well. Seems the princess has awoken." Strike said calmly walking down the creaking steps. He walked over to Clark and bent down to grab him by the throat. " You tell me why these rocks are so important to the Luthors and I just might let you live, kid."
" I - I don't know." Clark uttered both choking and sputtering.
" You liar!" Strike shouted madly throwing Clark backwards. Clark fell into a diffrent room. It was smaller and was pitch black. Clark couldn't see anything. He did, however, feel the effects of the rocks wearing off. He immediately switched on his X-ray vision.
Strike's skeleton was aiming right for him, about to hit him with a metal pipe. Clark super sped to him and grabbed the pipe, bending in and throwing it to the ground.
" What the hell -" Clark cut him off by grabbing Strike and throwing him across the room. he smashed into a shelf and fell to the ground, unconcious.
" Clark." Lana raced towards him. Clark noticed a window in the back of the dark room. He grabbed Lana's hand. " Come on."
A.N. The Clana-ness will be in the next chapter or the chapter after that. Don't worry! :o)