Part 11: "Mi casa, su casserole"
Lana dropped Clark to the ground in shock as she came to a halt outside the inferno previously known as the Sullivan home. Clark rolled onto his side to see what Lana stood transfixed by, joining her in a state of shock. Clark quickly pushed himself to his feet and tried to get Lana's attention.
"Lana! Lana!" Clark yelled to make himself heard above the roar of the flames. "You have to go in and see if there's anyone in there!"
"What the fuck? You want me to go in there?! I'll be killed!"
"No you won't! The fire can't hurt your alien skin, nothing can!"
Lana swivelled around to face Clark. ALIEN?!!! Clark's an ALIEN? Little green man ALIEN? Lana pushed it to the back of her mind, now isn't the time to be thinking about this.
Judging by the look on her face, she was yet to find that part out. "Come on you have to go! You can't be scared, you'll be fine but Chloe and her dad won't if you don't hurry up!" Clark started physically pushing Lana towards the front door.
Lana started to run towards the house, pulling the door off its hinges as she reached it. She searched the downstairs rooms for any sign of life. Nothing. In a fit of morbid curiosity she reached out and passed her arm through some flames licking up the wall. Nothing.
Stairs collapsed beneath her feet as she ran her way up to the next floor. Bursting into Chloe's room, she found her crouched in a corner badly burnt, her screams barely audible. Lana rushed over to Chloe and picked her up, trying to simultaneously comfort her and rush her out of the house.
Despite the situation, Lana couldn't help but let out and inward chuckle when she touched Chloe's hair and found it still to be sticky and knotted.
Seeing the stairs destroyed, she ran back into Chloe's room. Lana looked down at Chloe. Good she's passed out. Lana ran over and shattered the window with a fist and jumped out, landing on her back to break Chloe's fall. Nothing. I don't feel anything.
Lana rolled Chloe over onto her back and shook her in an attempt to revive her. After a minute she coughed and spluttered and opened her eyes.
"Chloe! Thank God you're alive!" Chloe smiled weakly at her rescuer. "Chloe, is your dad home?"
"No, he's at a conference" was all she could wheeze out before she passed out again from the smoke in her lungs.
Relieved that she wouldn't have to go back into the house she slumped on the scorched grass. Is this what Clark feels like every time he saves someone? Scared? Petrified? Terrified? Having to hide who I really was, I don't think I could handle the responsibility. Being Clark Kent is not how I imagined it would be.
Suddenly feeling the air rush out of her lungs, she frantically reached up and clutched at her throat, struggling to her feet and spinning around to see Clark fighting the same battle across the grass on the pavement. In a flash of psychedelic colours, they simultaneously collapsed.
She felt like she was floating in a momentary limbo before she came crashing back to reality.
Lana tentatively opened her eyes to see what had happened. Looking down she saw pink, not plaid and two rounded mounds where indestructible pecks would have been only seconds ago.
A smile spread across her face as she felt the immense heat of the still blazing fire and burst out laughing. "Well about time too"
Lana dropped Clark to the ground in shock as she came to a halt outside the inferno previously known as the Sullivan home. Clark rolled onto his side to see what Lana stood transfixed by, joining her in a state of shock. Clark quickly pushed himself to his feet and tried to get Lana's attention.
"Lana! Lana!" Clark yelled to make himself heard above the roar of the flames. "You have to go in and see if there's anyone in there!"
"What the fuck? You want me to go in there?! I'll be killed!"
"No you won't! The fire can't hurt your alien skin, nothing can!"
Lana swivelled around to face Clark. ALIEN?!!! Clark's an ALIEN? Little green man ALIEN? Lana pushed it to the back of her mind, now isn't the time to be thinking about this.
Judging by the look on her face, she was yet to find that part out. "Come on you have to go! You can't be scared, you'll be fine but Chloe and her dad won't if you don't hurry up!" Clark started physically pushing Lana towards the front door.
Lana started to run towards the house, pulling the door off its hinges as she reached it. She searched the downstairs rooms for any sign of life. Nothing. In a fit of morbid curiosity she reached out and passed her arm through some flames licking up the wall. Nothing.
Stairs collapsed beneath her feet as she ran her way up to the next floor. Bursting into Chloe's room, she found her crouched in a corner badly burnt, her screams barely audible. Lana rushed over to Chloe and picked her up, trying to simultaneously comfort her and rush her out of the house.
Despite the situation, Lana couldn't help but let out and inward chuckle when she touched Chloe's hair and found it still to be sticky and knotted.
Seeing the stairs destroyed, she ran back into Chloe's room. Lana looked down at Chloe. Good she's passed out. Lana ran over and shattered the window with a fist and jumped out, landing on her back to break Chloe's fall. Nothing. I don't feel anything.
Lana rolled Chloe over onto her back and shook her in an attempt to revive her. After a minute she coughed and spluttered and opened her eyes.
"Chloe! Thank God you're alive!" Chloe smiled weakly at her rescuer. "Chloe, is your dad home?"
"No, he's at a conference" was all she could wheeze out before she passed out again from the smoke in her lungs.
Relieved that she wouldn't have to go back into the house she slumped on the scorched grass. Is this what Clark feels like every time he saves someone? Scared? Petrified? Terrified? Having to hide who I really was, I don't think I could handle the responsibility. Being Clark Kent is not how I imagined it would be.
Suddenly feeling the air rush out of her lungs, she frantically reached up and clutched at her throat, struggling to her feet and spinning around to see Clark fighting the same battle across the grass on the pavement. In a flash of psychedelic colours, they simultaneously collapsed.
She felt like she was floating in a momentary limbo before she came crashing back to reality.
Lana tentatively opened her eyes to see what had happened. Looking down she saw pink, not plaid and two rounded mounds where indestructible pecks would have been only seconds ago.
A smile spread across her face as she felt the immense heat of the still blazing fire and burst out laughing. "Well about time too"
