By Chase Binder
Disclaimer: Smallville and Superman are not mine. My choice to alliterate their eventful lives is because Joe, Jerry, Alfred and Miles created something that inspired me.
Note: Hey um, I know I wrote this before and this has been up for a while now. It's just that I had an idea on how to go further with my story so I tweaked it a little bit. This is my take on the famous death of Superman, with Smallville in context. I broke a few rules of the comic storyline. Oh well, that's the reason for fanfiction anyways.
Chapter 4
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After lunch, Chloe found herself behind the Luthor Mansion, at its backyard gardens where a population of lilacs bloomed everywhere, making the veranda seem like a place that drew away any of her prior frustrations. Placing both her palms on the green bench on which she sat on, her head found itself staring at the sky, watching gentle spinning clouds hover above. Companioned by a quiet breeze, everything outside seemed beautiful to say the least, and, as Chloe became more enamored at everything around her since she arrived, she couldn't help but feel that the house of Lex Luthor showed nothing that permeates his quality for being cold and callous.
It would be true to say that after the incident at the dining table, things have suddenly turned awkward for the two adults. However for Chloe, she still mustered enough bravery upon her part to extend her welcome inside and stay for a little while more. After taking a brief lull in admiring the pleasantries of the Luthor gardens, she sprung open the black Gateway notebook that she had brought to the occasion. On its screen was a furious glare of a headline that was ambient on everybody's minds at the moment. It read: SUPERMAN – DEAD, Metropolis Marvel killed in action, by Lois Lane.
Chloe was keenly aware what position
Lois Lane had on the life of Clark Kent. Every time she thought about it,
her heart would cringe in utter despair. For the second time around, another
woman has given rapture to the heart of Clark Kent and no matter how he
always made it seem that Chloe Sullivan had a rank on his affections, in
the end, it was some other girl, someone else besides her, that took up
the most part of it.
"It takes a while before anyone
can stop staring at the headline." Lex uttered out of nowhere, coming from
behind Chloe and sitting on an adjacent bench while he clenched both his
fists and folded it as one.
"Listen Chloe, I think we got off on the wrong foot here."
A silence played out before she allowed herself to stop gazing at the notebook and pay attention to Lex's remark. This time her eyes were brimmed with gentle tears as she looked at Lex and replied, "What do you think of the idea of me writing an article about Superman?"
"Seems like something you would pull off terrifically," Lex remarked, "But then the attempt would be exactly the same of thousands of other writers out there."
"What are you getting at?" she asked gently.
"Well, off the top of my head, write about Clark. It would be more meaningful for you."
For a while thoughts ran across her head and then in a sudden gesture, Chloe got up from her seat and walked towards the door and left everything on the veranda. Lex's eyes became awry as he wondered about the peculiarity of the situation. At first, he thought of ways to compose some sort of apology for throwing off the grieving reporter with his comment. But then, as sudden as she left, the eager reporter was back again outside the gardens and rushed to sit down at the green bench, only now her hands clutched a spanking silver tape recorder.
"Alright," she then uttered, placing
her small toy on the section of the table near to Lex, "If I'm to write
about Clark, tell me what exactly you two talked about before he died."