~Explicit~ by Electric Spyro
A.n. K, this is a really mean cliffy. Sorry about the wait on this one. After I went on vacation, my beta reader did. Go figure.
Anywayz, this is the second to last chapter of this fic so I had to make just one more cliffy. The Clana will be coming!!!!!!!!
*~*~*
Sarah and Chloe ran from pile to pile slowly edging their way towards the front door to the warehouse. As the night progressed, the sky darkened and Chloe hoped Sarah knew where they were going in the right direction because she couldn't see anything except for the glowing rocks and Sarah jogging slyly in front of her.
" Here we are," Sarah whispered as Chloe noticed a metal door in the wall right next to them.
They both hid behind the nearest pile. Sarah grabbed one of the smaller rocks and looked over at Chloe as she did the same.
At almost the same time, the girls launched their rocks striaght at the door making a loud clanking noise.
To Chloe and Sarah's surprise, however, the muscular man did not come to check on it. Instead, Strike, Larson, and Lex came over to the scene in which the noise was being made. The two girls' hearts skipped a beat - the guard obviously didn't fall for it.
" What the hell was that?" Strike asked to no one imparticular.
Chloe and Sarah made sure they weren't visible as Strike lead the others over to the corner where Clark was mumbling something about guards sleeping on the job. The two looked at each other horrified. Strike was going to find Byron, Pete, and Lana waiting for them to return and help with carrying Clark out. Quicker then they had left, Sarah and Chloe ran back towards the corner silently following Strike.
" Anyways, all I gotta do is get the kid away from these rocks, Lexy. Then you'll see him shine." Strike stated smoothly.
*~*~*
" 'D you hear that?" Byron asked breaking the silence.
" Yeah," Pete replied uneasily, " Sounded like - Strike."
Suddenly, Strike, Larson, and Lex appeared right in front of them. Lana almost gasped but caught herself in the nick of time. To their relief, Strike wasn't looking down at Clark and neither was Larson. They were both looking over at the gigantic guard by the back door.
" Ay, Hannibal! Thought I told you to check all the doors."
" You did," the black man answered in a rough voice.
" Well, didn't you here that noise by the front door?"
" Well, I thought it was you so I -"
" It wudn't me, Hannibal," Strike shouted back at the guard. Chloe guessed Strike was probably the only one that could yell at Hannibal like that and not get a broken leg.
At this point, Byron and Pete were making a quick attempt to carry Clark behind a rock pile to conceal him before Strike saw what them all. Lex was the only one who noticed this, however, and didn't make an effort to notify Strike or Larson.
" Man, Strike - come on. I didn't know. Right after it happened I heard your voice -"
" Shut up, Hannibal. You and Larson need to go check it out. Me and Lex got some buisness."
" Whatever," Hannibal said coldly as Larson and him disappeared to go check on the other door.
" Now, let me show you your -"
Strike stopped in mid-sentence. He turned to notice that Clark was gone. His face came a burning red.
" What is it you're gonna show me, Strike?" Lex asked keenly folding his arms and glancing over his shoulder just enough to notice the five kids crawling out of the warehouse carrying Clark noiselessly. Lex smiled.
Strike however was far from smiling. He turned to Lex with flaming eyes. He jammed a hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small gun aiming it straight at Lex.
" What a minute, Strike. I -"
" I said NO TRICKS!" Strike reminded yelling out the last two words. He was so angry, the revolver in his hand was shaking fiercely.
" Strike, I was with you the whole time. I couldn't have done this."
" SHUT UP! I KNOW YOU ARE BEHIND THIS! I'm not STUPID!" Strike screamed as his words echoed angrily off the walls. He took a moment to calm himself even though his hand was still shaking as it pointed the gun unmistakably toward Lex's heart. He took in a deep breath and uttered plainly, " If I can't kill your freaky friend, I'll just have to kill you."
" This is the police! Drop the gun right now!" Mat yelled as he, Kenneth, and a few other officers rushed into through the back door aiming their own guns at Strike's shaking body.
Strike hesitated before dropping his gun on the floor and stretching his arms up towards the ceiling. He looked over at Lex and stared demonically.
" Don't mess wit da Lex." Lex warned him grinning from ear to ear as Mat and Kenneth arrested him as well as Larson, Hannibal, and the other gang members.
*~*~*
Byron and Pete carried Clark about halfway through the field next to the warehouse before they heard Clark groaning. They immediately lowered him to the ground.
" Clark?" Lana asked him softly.
" L-Lana?" he asked slowly awakening. " W-what happened to Strike? Where am I? He didn't kidnap you, too?"
" No, the police nailed him." Pete informed happily remembering that it was he who'd called Mat and Kenneth to bring the rest of the squad out.
" With the help of yours truly." Chloe said smiling.
" Wow," Clark joined everyone else in smiling. " You guys actually did it. I knew you would."
" Yeah, well we had a little help from Lex..." Chloe admited.
" And Sarah and me," Byron spoke up finally.
Pete noticed Clark's confused looked and added, " Byron and Lex's friend, Sarah, helped us find you."
" Byron? Wow, I don't know what to say - thanks."
" Well, you didn't think we'd just leave you there did you?" Chloe asked already know what the answer was.
" 'Course not." Clark said happily.
*~*~*
" Clark!" Martha shrieked as she saw her son slowly getting out of the car that took him and the others back to the highway where he'd lost his sight just days before.
As soon as he got out of the car, he felt Martha's embrace.
" I'm alright, Mom," Clark assured her returning the hug.
" We're glad of that." Jonathan said adding himself in the gesture.
Everyone else looked on happily.
*~*~*
Saturday had finally arrived and Clark was nervously waiting at the hospital room for Dr. Bryce. His week was up and now it was time for the bandages on his eyes to be removed.
He wasn't exactly happy. Even though the bandages would come off, it didn't nessacarily mean his vision was back. He knew the chances of him getting it back were very slim especially since his eyes had been exposed to the meteor rock for so long. He'd felt them burning and stinging. He hoped it didn't have any effect on his vision. He just had to wish for the best.
Just about everyone of his friends were cramped in the slightly small room waiting patiently. There were his parents, Lex, Chloe, Pete, Byron, Sarah (even though he hadn't even seen her yet but she felt she should be there since she helped save his life), and - of course - Lana. With all these people around him, he just had to get his sight back. There was no way he could do without it. He would be even more depressed then he was now. Now he knew what blind people felt like. Not the people with bandages on their eyes that had a chance to see again, but the ones that would live forever never knowing what a sun set looked like. Now that he knew, he admired all of those people for how they go about their day ignoring their handicap. It was amazing.
He heard the door creak open and then close. This was followed by Dr. Bryce's sweet voice.
" Good afternoon, everybody. Looks like you have quite a fan club, Clark."
" Yeah, I guess so," Clark agreed wishing she'd move on to unwrapping his bandages.
" All right, now after I've removed these strips of gauze, cover your eyes with your hand because it might seem a little bright in here," Dr. Bryce informed as she sat in a chair in front of Clark.
Clark took a deep breath and answered, " Right."
He felt her cool hands on his forehead and heard the bandage being pulled off slowly. Layer after layer came off until there were no bandages left. He put his hand in front of his eyes as Dr. Bryce instructed him to do.
" Okay, now open your eyes slowly and tell me if you can see."
Everyone in the room, including Clark, held their breath and Clark thought to himself, ' Well, here I goes nothing.'
And he opened his eyes.
*~*~*
*notices reader's angry face which resembles the facial expression of an enraged siber-tooth tiger* Please don't hate me! It's a cliffy! I love makin' cliffies. I had to do it! A little voice in my head told me to! Don't hurt me! I swear I'll post the next and last chapter if you'll just let me live! I even got proof. Check this out:
**ELECTRIC SPYRO'S OFFICAL CONTRACT OF A PROMISED COMPLETION**
I, Electric Spyro, hereby solmenly swear to update this story in order to make it fit for entertained Smallville lovers/readers everywhere, to further extend the the collection of Clana fan fics, and to forfill the challenge of finishing the story in question (entitled 'Explicit') before a irritated and annoyed reader (such as yourself) tracks me down and dents my skull in so help me God.
In the event that I do not complete this story (cause being anything other then death, illness, or a broke-down computer), I will hereby promise to make known to you my home address so you all may invade my slighly untidy sleeping area (bedroom) at will and attack me with pillows, books, legos, pinecones, etc. until the completion of the fan fic in question ('Explicit') is official.
Signed - Electric Spyro, author of 'Trepidation', 'Ode To Spiderman', 'Mr. Monk Goes Camping', and 'Explicit' all of which can be read on www.fanfiction.net and 'The All American Kids' which can be read on www.fictionpress.com (for more stories by Electric Spyro, go to this author's profile thingy)
See, it will get finished ASAP! lol. L8r! :o)
~Reviews~ + *Me* = *~HappinesS~*
A.n. K, this is a really mean cliffy. Sorry about the wait on this one. After I went on vacation, my beta reader did. Go figure.
Anywayz, this is the second to last chapter of this fic so I had to make just one more cliffy. The Clana will be coming!!!!!!!!
*~*~*
Sarah and Chloe ran from pile to pile slowly edging their way towards the front door to the warehouse. As the night progressed, the sky darkened and Chloe hoped Sarah knew where they were going in the right direction because she couldn't see anything except for the glowing rocks and Sarah jogging slyly in front of her.
" Here we are," Sarah whispered as Chloe noticed a metal door in the wall right next to them.
They both hid behind the nearest pile. Sarah grabbed one of the smaller rocks and looked over at Chloe as she did the same.
At almost the same time, the girls launched their rocks striaght at the door making a loud clanking noise.
To Chloe and Sarah's surprise, however, the muscular man did not come to check on it. Instead, Strike, Larson, and Lex came over to the scene in which the noise was being made. The two girls' hearts skipped a beat - the guard obviously didn't fall for it.
" What the hell was that?" Strike asked to no one imparticular.
Chloe and Sarah made sure they weren't visible as Strike lead the others over to the corner where Clark was mumbling something about guards sleeping on the job. The two looked at each other horrified. Strike was going to find Byron, Pete, and Lana waiting for them to return and help with carrying Clark out. Quicker then they had left, Sarah and Chloe ran back towards the corner silently following Strike.
" Anyways, all I gotta do is get the kid away from these rocks, Lexy. Then you'll see him shine." Strike stated smoothly.
*~*~*
" 'D you hear that?" Byron asked breaking the silence.
" Yeah," Pete replied uneasily, " Sounded like - Strike."
Suddenly, Strike, Larson, and Lex appeared right in front of them. Lana almost gasped but caught herself in the nick of time. To their relief, Strike wasn't looking down at Clark and neither was Larson. They were both looking over at the gigantic guard by the back door.
" Ay, Hannibal! Thought I told you to check all the doors."
" You did," the black man answered in a rough voice.
" Well, didn't you here that noise by the front door?"
" Well, I thought it was you so I -"
" It wudn't me, Hannibal," Strike shouted back at the guard. Chloe guessed Strike was probably the only one that could yell at Hannibal like that and not get a broken leg.
At this point, Byron and Pete were making a quick attempt to carry Clark behind a rock pile to conceal him before Strike saw what them all. Lex was the only one who noticed this, however, and didn't make an effort to notify Strike or Larson.
" Man, Strike - come on. I didn't know. Right after it happened I heard your voice -"
" Shut up, Hannibal. You and Larson need to go check it out. Me and Lex got some buisness."
" Whatever," Hannibal said coldly as Larson and him disappeared to go check on the other door.
" Now, let me show you your -"
Strike stopped in mid-sentence. He turned to notice that Clark was gone. His face came a burning red.
" What is it you're gonna show me, Strike?" Lex asked keenly folding his arms and glancing over his shoulder just enough to notice the five kids crawling out of the warehouse carrying Clark noiselessly. Lex smiled.
Strike however was far from smiling. He turned to Lex with flaming eyes. He jammed a hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small gun aiming it straight at Lex.
" What a minute, Strike. I -"
" I said NO TRICKS!" Strike reminded yelling out the last two words. He was so angry, the revolver in his hand was shaking fiercely.
" Strike, I was with you the whole time. I couldn't have done this."
" SHUT UP! I KNOW YOU ARE BEHIND THIS! I'm not STUPID!" Strike screamed as his words echoed angrily off the walls. He took a moment to calm himself even though his hand was still shaking as it pointed the gun unmistakably toward Lex's heart. He took in a deep breath and uttered plainly, " If I can't kill your freaky friend, I'll just have to kill you."
" This is the police! Drop the gun right now!" Mat yelled as he, Kenneth, and a few other officers rushed into through the back door aiming their own guns at Strike's shaking body.
Strike hesitated before dropping his gun on the floor and stretching his arms up towards the ceiling. He looked over at Lex and stared demonically.
" Don't mess wit da Lex." Lex warned him grinning from ear to ear as Mat and Kenneth arrested him as well as Larson, Hannibal, and the other gang members.
*~*~*
Byron and Pete carried Clark about halfway through the field next to the warehouse before they heard Clark groaning. They immediately lowered him to the ground.
" Clark?" Lana asked him softly.
" L-Lana?" he asked slowly awakening. " W-what happened to Strike? Where am I? He didn't kidnap you, too?"
" No, the police nailed him." Pete informed happily remembering that it was he who'd called Mat and Kenneth to bring the rest of the squad out.
" With the help of yours truly." Chloe said smiling.
" Wow," Clark joined everyone else in smiling. " You guys actually did it. I knew you would."
" Yeah, well we had a little help from Lex..." Chloe admited.
" And Sarah and me," Byron spoke up finally.
Pete noticed Clark's confused looked and added, " Byron and Lex's friend, Sarah, helped us find you."
" Byron? Wow, I don't know what to say - thanks."
" Well, you didn't think we'd just leave you there did you?" Chloe asked already know what the answer was.
" 'Course not." Clark said happily.
*~*~*
" Clark!" Martha shrieked as she saw her son slowly getting out of the car that took him and the others back to the highway where he'd lost his sight just days before.
As soon as he got out of the car, he felt Martha's embrace.
" I'm alright, Mom," Clark assured her returning the hug.
" We're glad of that." Jonathan said adding himself in the gesture.
Everyone else looked on happily.
*~*~*
Saturday had finally arrived and Clark was nervously waiting at the hospital room for Dr. Bryce. His week was up and now it was time for the bandages on his eyes to be removed.
He wasn't exactly happy. Even though the bandages would come off, it didn't nessacarily mean his vision was back. He knew the chances of him getting it back were very slim especially since his eyes had been exposed to the meteor rock for so long. He'd felt them burning and stinging. He hoped it didn't have any effect on his vision. He just had to wish for the best.
Just about everyone of his friends were cramped in the slightly small room waiting patiently. There were his parents, Lex, Chloe, Pete, Byron, Sarah (even though he hadn't even seen her yet but she felt she should be there since she helped save his life), and - of course - Lana. With all these people around him, he just had to get his sight back. There was no way he could do without it. He would be even more depressed then he was now. Now he knew what blind people felt like. Not the people with bandages on their eyes that had a chance to see again, but the ones that would live forever never knowing what a sun set looked like. Now that he knew, he admired all of those people for how they go about their day ignoring their handicap. It was amazing.
He heard the door creak open and then close. This was followed by Dr. Bryce's sweet voice.
" Good afternoon, everybody. Looks like you have quite a fan club, Clark."
" Yeah, I guess so," Clark agreed wishing she'd move on to unwrapping his bandages.
" All right, now after I've removed these strips of gauze, cover your eyes with your hand because it might seem a little bright in here," Dr. Bryce informed as she sat in a chair in front of Clark.
Clark took a deep breath and answered, " Right."
He felt her cool hands on his forehead and heard the bandage being pulled off slowly. Layer after layer came off until there were no bandages left. He put his hand in front of his eyes as Dr. Bryce instructed him to do.
" Okay, now open your eyes slowly and tell me if you can see."
Everyone in the room, including Clark, held their breath and Clark thought to himself, ' Well, here I goes nothing.'
And he opened his eyes.
*~*~*
*notices reader's angry face which resembles the facial expression of an enraged siber-tooth tiger* Please don't hate me! It's a cliffy! I love makin' cliffies. I had to do it! A little voice in my head told me to! Don't hurt me! I swear I'll post the next and last chapter if you'll just let me live! I even got proof. Check this out:
**ELECTRIC SPYRO'S OFFICAL CONTRACT OF A PROMISED COMPLETION**
I, Electric Spyro, hereby solmenly swear to update this story in order to make it fit for entertained Smallville lovers/readers everywhere, to further extend the the collection of Clana fan fics, and to forfill the challenge of finishing the story in question (entitled 'Explicit') before a irritated and annoyed reader (such as yourself) tracks me down and dents my skull in so help me God.
In the event that I do not complete this story (cause being anything other then death, illness, or a broke-down computer), I will hereby promise to make known to you my home address so you all may invade my slighly untidy sleeping area (bedroom) at will and attack me with pillows, books, legos, pinecones, etc. until the completion of the fan fic in question ('Explicit') is official.
Signed - Electric Spyro, author of 'Trepidation', 'Ode To Spiderman', 'Mr. Monk Goes Camping', and 'Explicit' all of which can be read on www.fanfiction.net and 'The All American Kids' which can be read on www.fictionpress.com (for more stories by Electric Spyro, go to this author's profile thingy)
See, it will get finished ASAP! lol. L8r! :o)
~Reviews~ + *Me* = *~HappinesS~*
