Chapter 8
Clark woke up to someone splashing water in his face. He spluttered and coughed, sitting up quickly. Someone was sat on top of him and after wiping the water out of his eyes, he realised who it was.
"Chloe?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"How do you know me? I think I'd remember if I'd met a double of my man before," she slurred.
Clark felt extremely uncomfortable with her sitting on top of him. She was wearing a tiny skirt and very revealing top. And he had to admit that she looked amazing.
Chloe saw his uncomfort and smiled.
"What's the matter, you shy?"
"I. it's just. never mind," he mumbled.
"I don't," she breathed, inching her mouth closer to his face. She kissed him, like she had been waiting to kiss him her whole life. It was full of need and passion. She bit his lip playfully, giggling to herself with glee.
Clark froze; this was Chloe, his best friend. But looking at her, he realised he wanted her. Without hesitation he kissed her back, taking hold of her neck and pulling her closer.
"Ahem," someone coughed behind them.
They stopped abruptly, looking to the doorway.
"If he wasn't my double I'd think you were cheating on me," said Clark from the doorway.
Chloe slid of Clark. "I'll catch up with you later," she said.
Clark looked at Clark uncomfortably; suddenly curious as to why he was there. Why hadn't he thought about it before?
"First of all, I think it would be easier if you call me Kal. just so things don't get confusing," Kal began.
Clark nodded slowly, threatened by his twin.
"Well, it seems the enemy got to you first. If I had known there where more like me I wouldn't have been so careful, would have taken a few more risks. But now that you're here you can help us," he told Clark.
"Look, I don't know what you want from me. I'm not even supposed to be here," Clark tried to explain.
"What do you mean?" Kal queried.
Clark took a deep breath and explained his origins in this world.
"Parallel dimensions, eh? Well that would explain why you look like a farm kid. It's like looking in a mirror from hell," Kal said callously. "Well, if that's true then I guess I should just kill you."
"Wait, what?" Clark exclaimed.
"You either die, or work with me. it's your choice." Kal glared at Clark fiercely, but he returned it.
"I'll never help you," he said defiantly.
"Fine, but I did give you an option. Just remember that," Kal grinned. "Chloe," he called.
She came into the room with a little led box in her hands.
"Can I play now?" she asked Kal.
"He's all yours," he breathed, kissing her as he left the room.
* * *
*
Lana was franticly grabbing every weapon she could find. The others were surrounding her, trying to reason with her.
"You can't just waltz in there with guns of this size, demanding the release of their only real threat," Kyle said desperately.
"Watch me," Lana said darkly.
"Look, we don't even know if this guy is the real deal. What if it was a trap from the beginning?" Pete pointed out.
"Do you think I'm stupid," Lana spat, making Pete withdraw. "I talked to him. I saw him. You saw him. did he honestly look like a liar?" She asked Pete.
"No," he whispered.
"Then we have to help him," she decided.
And with that she left the house, driving steadily towards the place where her parents met.
Clark woke up to someone splashing water in his face. He spluttered and coughed, sitting up quickly. Someone was sat on top of him and after wiping the water out of his eyes, he realised who it was.
"Chloe?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"How do you know me? I think I'd remember if I'd met a double of my man before," she slurred.
Clark felt extremely uncomfortable with her sitting on top of him. She was wearing a tiny skirt and very revealing top. And he had to admit that she looked amazing.
Chloe saw his uncomfort and smiled.
"What's the matter, you shy?"
"I. it's just. never mind," he mumbled.
"I don't," she breathed, inching her mouth closer to his face. She kissed him, like she had been waiting to kiss him her whole life. It was full of need and passion. She bit his lip playfully, giggling to herself with glee.
Clark froze; this was Chloe, his best friend. But looking at her, he realised he wanted her. Without hesitation he kissed her back, taking hold of her neck and pulling her closer.
"Ahem," someone coughed behind them.
They stopped abruptly, looking to the doorway.
"If he wasn't my double I'd think you were cheating on me," said Clark from the doorway.
Chloe slid of Clark. "I'll catch up with you later," she said.
Clark looked at Clark uncomfortably; suddenly curious as to why he was there. Why hadn't he thought about it before?
"First of all, I think it would be easier if you call me Kal. just so things don't get confusing," Kal began.
Clark nodded slowly, threatened by his twin.
"Well, it seems the enemy got to you first. If I had known there where more like me I wouldn't have been so careful, would have taken a few more risks. But now that you're here you can help us," he told Clark.
"Look, I don't know what you want from me. I'm not even supposed to be here," Clark tried to explain.
"What do you mean?" Kal queried.
Clark took a deep breath and explained his origins in this world.
"Parallel dimensions, eh? Well that would explain why you look like a farm kid. It's like looking in a mirror from hell," Kal said callously. "Well, if that's true then I guess I should just kill you."
"Wait, what?" Clark exclaimed.
"You either die, or work with me. it's your choice." Kal glared at Clark fiercely, but he returned it.
"I'll never help you," he said defiantly.
"Fine, but I did give you an option. Just remember that," Kal grinned. "Chloe," he called.
She came into the room with a little led box in her hands.
"Can I play now?" she asked Kal.
"He's all yours," he breathed, kissing her as he left the room.
* * *
*
Lana was franticly grabbing every weapon she could find. The others were surrounding her, trying to reason with her.
"You can't just waltz in there with guns of this size, demanding the release of their only real threat," Kyle said desperately.
"Watch me," Lana said darkly.
"Look, we don't even know if this guy is the real deal. What if it was a trap from the beginning?" Pete pointed out.
"Do you think I'm stupid," Lana spat, making Pete withdraw. "I talked to him. I saw him. You saw him. did he honestly look like a liar?" She asked Pete.
"No," he whispered.
"Then we have to help him," she decided.
And with that she left the house, driving steadily towards the place where her parents met.
