A/N: Dude, the season premier kicked @$$! Bad Clark is so yummy! Lana
should have popped Chloe for what she did!!! All right, thoughts of a
Chloe strangulation need to get out of my head! Now here comes the
conclusion to our story! Thank you for the reviews!
~Chapter 9~
Clark didn't know how he was going to get out of this situation. Every time he started to come around enough to try and pull at his chains, the guards would open the box with the green stones and quickly zap his energy. He knew his parents wouldn't be able to get into the castle much less find him in the dungeons. He tried to conserve his energy, but it was futile with the green rock near him. He had to find a way out; he had to save Lana from marrying Whitney. Right now, the situation didn't look good.
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Lana was up all night trying to figure out what to do. At one point she and Chloe tried to go see him. Lana walked down to the dungeons and tried to get past the guard, but he blocked her access and told her no one was allowed to see the prisoner. She caught a glimpse of green glow and her panic rose as she realized that Clark was in pain.
Time was running out and she wasn't any closer to setting Clark free. Since there was no way that Lex could have gotten the note she knew that there was no hope of getting help from Lex. She didn't even think to talk to the king. It was after all his desire to see her married to Whitney.
Chloe wasn't too much help, she was pacing most of the night and when Lana tried to get her to suggest some ideas, Chloe would just break down and cry over what was going on. Lana grew frustrated with Chloe's lack of helpfulness and ignored her all together.
Early the next morning Whitney came knocking on her door. "I just wanted to make sure that you were all ready for our wedding.'
"What are you going to do with Clark?" she asked.
"Lana, darling, I really wish you wouldn't bring him up on our wedding day," he said bringing his hand up to pat her cheek.
"What are you going to do with Clark?" she repeated shaking his hand off her face.
An angry look crossed his face, "Clark will be fine if you do your part. After the wedding, he'll be sent back to his family."
She wanted to scream at him that he was a liar, to tell him that Chloe had told him everything already, but didn't dare in case there was still a way to save Clark. "Can I see him?"
The dark look got worse, "Didn't I just tell you I didn't want to discuss him anymore? Now, I'm going to go and make sure that everything is ready. I'll send someone to escort you down soon."
Whitney turned and left. Lana closed the door behind him and leaned up against it. This was definitely looking bad. She decided that she should go to the Kent's house and talk to them. She doubted that they had any idea what was going on and maybe they'd be able to help her figure out something.
"If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I'm busy getting ready," Lana said walking to her door.
"Wh-where are you going?" Chloe asked getting up from her chair.
"I'll be back soon." Lana slipped out of her room and snuck out of the castle through the kitchen. She didn't know when Whitney would be back for her so she had to hurry. She quickly headed down toward the Kent house. She knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by Mrs. Kent.
Relief flooded Martha when she saw Lana, but it quickly dissipated when she realized that Lana was alone. "Come in dear," she said motioning her in. "Jonathan, Lana's here," she called when they entered the living room.
Jonathan entered from the other room and came to sit down with the two women. "Where's Clark?" Jonathan asked.
For the first time Lana started crying. She hadn't slept all night and the realization of what was happening was catching up with her. "He's locked up," she said weakly.
"What?" Martha said moving closer to put her arm around Lana's shaking shoulders. "What do you mean he's locked up?"
"Whitney was waiting for us yesterday. He told us that he had talked to the king and that the king agreed that we should get married." Lana told them everything that had happened the day before, "Now he's in a dungeon with those green rocks nearby. There's no way out."
"Where did he get the rocks?" Martha asked panic in her voice, "I thought you threw them all into the lake."
"I did too, but somehow he got a hold of some. I just don't know what to do," she said wiping the tears from her eyes.
"We have to find a way to get him out," Jonathan said thinking of what they could do.
"Wait there's more," Lana said, "Whitney is planning on killing him right after the wedding."
"Oh my God," Martha covered her mouth with her hand, "Jonathan what are we going to do?"
"I don't know Martha, I'm sure that we'll think of something. Do you know what Whitney is planning?" Jonathan asked him.
"No, I only know that someone is going to be sent to take care of it after the ceremony," she told him. Jonathan's eyebrows drew together as he thought about the situation. Martha sat comforting Lana and assuring her that everything would be all right. "Wait! I have an idea," Lana said practically jumping out of her chair. It wasn't much longer before Lana was sneaking back into the castle and feeling much better about the situation.
~~~
By the time the knock came at the door Lana was dressed and ready to go down. She dressed in a simple white dress and didn't bother to fix herself up too much, as she didn't really care to make the occasion a special one. Chloe was still crying and muttering her apologies as they walked out of Lana's room, but Lana didn't pay her any attention.
They were lead by two guards down through the castle into the chapel where the king and Whitney were waiting with the priest. "Really Whitney, you must think us very dangerous to have two guards escorting us down here," she said when she saw him.
"I can't be two careful where you're concerned," he said smiling, "I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, my sweet."
"Let's just get this over with," Lana said taking her place beside him.
Whitney took her hand in his, "Aren't we anxious."
Lana quickly pulled her hand away, "Only to get away from you."
Whitney grabbed her hand even tighter and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "But you can't get away from me," he said coldly, "after today you will be mine forever."
Lana shivered despite herself as the priest began, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-" he was frowning at something just behind them. The other four occupants of the room turned as a frantic looking guard walked toward them. "Young man we've already begun here," the priest said more than a little annoyed that he was interrupted.
"What is the meaning of this," Lionel asked.
The guard bowed at the king and looked over at Whitney, "I'm sorry my lord, but it's the prisoner."
"What about him," Whitney replied agitated, "just do as you were told and get rid of him."
"Get rid of him?" Lana said with contempt, "I thought you were going to let him go."
"You know, you and Chloe should learn to be a little less trusting," he gave her a smug smile, "you honestly thought I'd leave him around and have him distract you or worse, try some stupid acts of heroics?"
"Sir," the guard cut back in, "he's gone." The smug look quickly left Whitney's face.
"He's what?" he turned to the guard, "How could you let this happen!"
"He was lead away by another guard about a short ago. He said he was there on your order. The men don't know who he was, but handed him over because you didn't specify whom you'd send," he explained quickly.
Whitney's eyes were wide with rage he turned toward Chloe and Lana, who was wearing her own smug look, "What did you do!" he roared.
"Whitney, explain yourself! What's going on here?" Lionel asked.
Whitney's face turned white at having been humiliated in front of the king. "I'm sorry your highness, there seems to have been some ah- unforeseen events," he finished lamely.
"I'm growing rather tired of you Whitney," Lionel said menacingly, "fix the situation now." With that Lionel left the room.
"I take it that there will be no ceremony now," the priest said in a more irritated way also leaving.
Whitney's frustration level was through the roof. His chest heaving he turned to Lana. "You think you've won," he said tightly grabbing her by her arm, "but you've only made it worse for Clark. I'm going to make sure he pays for this." Whitney dragged Lana out of the chapel and up to her room with Chloe chasing after them. "I will deal with you later," he said throwing her in her room.
As soon as the door closed Chloe asked, "How?"
"There's no time to explain now, we've got to go meet Clark," Lana said running to the door. She opened it and peered out. "The coast is clear, let's go." She and Chloe started making their way down stairs. Whenever they heard footsteps or movement they'd dart into the nearest room and wait for it to pass. It took them a while but finally they exited the castle and headed for the stable.
Thankfully the stable hand didn't ask them too many questions and they were quickly able to get their horses and go. The started ridding towards the woods near the castle, from there they would meet up with the others and ride to a nearby town where Lana would write to Lex again. Hopefully they would be safe until Lex could meet them.
Chloe's answer of how was quickly answered when she saw Pete standing with the Kents in the clearing she and Lana had just entered. They all stood up as the two girls reached them. Lana jumped down from her horse and quickly ran to Clark. Throwing her arms around his neck she hugged him tightly, "Clark! I'm so glad you are all right!"
"I'm glad you're all right too Lana," Clark said hugging her back. Lana's grip on his neck got tighter and on a chuckle Clark said, "I didn't just escape death to have you snap off my neck, did I?"
"I'm sorry," Lana said quickly letting go, "did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm just still pretty week from a night of exposure," he turned to where Pete was standing, "thank God that Pete got me out when he did."
"Glad I could help," Pete said.
"Clark, I'm really sorry about what I did," tears started falling down her cheeks." I didn't know what Whitney was planning on doing."
"It's alright Chloe, you could have had no way of knowing," Martha said.
"Besides," Jonathan added, "Whitney would have acted sooner or later. At least we were able to get away. Now let's get going we have a lot of ground to cover before we get to the next town."
Everyone packed up their stuff and mounted their horses. They rode on; unaware that anyone had even been following them.
A/N: OK well our thrilling conclusion will be in two parts because it's twelve pages long on Word. I figured I'd give you all a short intermission. Quick, click the button on the bottom for more!
~Chapter 9~
Clark didn't know how he was going to get out of this situation. Every time he started to come around enough to try and pull at his chains, the guards would open the box with the green stones and quickly zap his energy. He knew his parents wouldn't be able to get into the castle much less find him in the dungeons. He tried to conserve his energy, but it was futile with the green rock near him. He had to find a way out; he had to save Lana from marrying Whitney. Right now, the situation didn't look good.
~~~
Lana was up all night trying to figure out what to do. At one point she and Chloe tried to go see him. Lana walked down to the dungeons and tried to get past the guard, but he blocked her access and told her no one was allowed to see the prisoner. She caught a glimpse of green glow and her panic rose as she realized that Clark was in pain.
Time was running out and she wasn't any closer to setting Clark free. Since there was no way that Lex could have gotten the note she knew that there was no hope of getting help from Lex. She didn't even think to talk to the king. It was after all his desire to see her married to Whitney.
Chloe wasn't too much help, she was pacing most of the night and when Lana tried to get her to suggest some ideas, Chloe would just break down and cry over what was going on. Lana grew frustrated with Chloe's lack of helpfulness and ignored her all together.
Early the next morning Whitney came knocking on her door. "I just wanted to make sure that you were all ready for our wedding.'
"What are you going to do with Clark?" she asked.
"Lana, darling, I really wish you wouldn't bring him up on our wedding day," he said bringing his hand up to pat her cheek.
"What are you going to do with Clark?" she repeated shaking his hand off her face.
An angry look crossed his face, "Clark will be fine if you do your part. After the wedding, he'll be sent back to his family."
She wanted to scream at him that he was a liar, to tell him that Chloe had told him everything already, but didn't dare in case there was still a way to save Clark. "Can I see him?"
The dark look got worse, "Didn't I just tell you I didn't want to discuss him anymore? Now, I'm going to go and make sure that everything is ready. I'll send someone to escort you down soon."
Whitney turned and left. Lana closed the door behind him and leaned up against it. This was definitely looking bad. She decided that she should go to the Kent's house and talk to them. She doubted that they had any idea what was going on and maybe they'd be able to help her figure out something.
"If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I'm busy getting ready," Lana said walking to her door.
"Wh-where are you going?" Chloe asked getting up from her chair.
"I'll be back soon." Lana slipped out of her room and snuck out of the castle through the kitchen. She didn't know when Whitney would be back for her so she had to hurry. She quickly headed down toward the Kent house. She knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by Mrs. Kent.
Relief flooded Martha when she saw Lana, but it quickly dissipated when she realized that Lana was alone. "Come in dear," she said motioning her in. "Jonathan, Lana's here," she called when they entered the living room.
Jonathan entered from the other room and came to sit down with the two women. "Where's Clark?" Jonathan asked.
For the first time Lana started crying. She hadn't slept all night and the realization of what was happening was catching up with her. "He's locked up," she said weakly.
"What?" Martha said moving closer to put her arm around Lana's shaking shoulders. "What do you mean he's locked up?"
"Whitney was waiting for us yesterday. He told us that he had talked to the king and that the king agreed that we should get married." Lana told them everything that had happened the day before, "Now he's in a dungeon with those green rocks nearby. There's no way out."
"Where did he get the rocks?" Martha asked panic in her voice, "I thought you threw them all into the lake."
"I did too, but somehow he got a hold of some. I just don't know what to do," she said wiping the tears from her eyes.
"We have to find a way to get him out," Jonathan said thinking of what they could do.
"Wait there's more," Lana said, "Whitney is planning on killing him right after the wedding."
"Oh my God," Martha covered her mouth with her hand, "Jonathan what are we going to do?"
"I don't know Martha, I'm sure that we'll think of something. Do you know what Whitney is planning?" Jonathan asked him.
"No, I only know that someone is going to be sent to take care of it after the ceremony," she told him. Jonathan's eyebrows drew together as he thought about the situation. Martha sat comforting Lana and assuring her that everything would be all right. "Wait! I have an idea," Lana said practically jumping out of her chair. It wasn't much longer before Lana was sneaking back into the castle and feeling much better about the situation.
~~~
By the time the knock came at the door Lana was dressed and ready to go down. She dressed in a simple white dress and didn't bother to fix herself up too much, as she didn't really care to make the occasion a special one. Chloe was still crying and muttering her apologies as they walked out of Lana's room, but Lana didn't pay her any attention.
They were lead by two guards down through the castle into the chapel where the king and Whitney were waiting with the priest. "Really Whitney, you must think us very dangerous to have two guards escorting us down here," she said when she saw him.
"I can't be two careful where you're concerned," he said smiling, "I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, my sweet."
"Let's just get this over with," Lana said taking her place beside him.
Whitney took her hand in his, "Aren't we anxious."
Lana quickly pulled her hand away, "Only to get away from you."
Whitney grabbed her hand even tighter and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "But you can't get away from me," he said coldly, "after today you will be mine forever."
Lana shivered despite herself as the priest began, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-" he was frowning at something just behind them. The other four occupants of the room turned as a frantic looking guard walked toward them. "Young man we've already begun here," the priest said more than a little annoyed that he was interrupted.
"What is the meaning of this," Lionel asked.
The guard bowed at the king and looked over at Whitney, "I'm sorry my lord, but it's the prisoner."
"What about him," Whitney replied agitated, "just do as you were told and get rid of him."
"Get rid of him?" Lana said with contempt, "I thought you were going to let him go."
"You know, you and Chloe should learn to be a little less trusting," he gave her a smug smile, "you honestly thought I'd leave him around and have him distract you or worse, try some stupid acts of heroics?"
"Sir," the guard cut back in, "he's gone." The smug look quickly left Whitney's face.
"He's what?" he turned to the guard, "How could you let this happen!"
"He was lead away by another guard about a short ago. He said he was there on your order. The men don't know who he was, but handed him over because you didn't specify whom you'd send," he explained quickly.
Whitney's eyes were wide with rage he turned toward Chloe and Lana, who was wearing her own smug look, "What did you do!" he roared.
"Whitney, explain yourself! What's going on here?" Lionel asked.
Whitney's face turned white at having been humiliated in front of the king. "I'm sorry your highness, there seems to have been some ah- unforeseen events," he finished lamely.
"I'm growing rather tired of you Whitney," Lionel said menacingly, "fix the situation now." With that Lionel left the room.
"I take it that there will be no ceremony now," the priest said in a more irritated way also leaving.
Whitney's frustration level was through the roof. His chest heaving he turned to Lana. "You think you've won," he said tightly grabbing her by her arm, "but you've only made it worse for Clark. I'm going to make sure he pays for this." Whitney dragged Lana out of the chapel and up to her room with Chloe chasing after them. "I will deal with you later," he said throwing her in her room.
As soon as the door closed Chloe asked, "How?"
"There's no time to explain now, we've got to go meet Clark," Lana said running to the door. She opened it and peered out. "The coast is clear, let's go." She and Chloe started making their way down stairs. Whenever they heard footsteps or movement they'd dart into the nearest room and wait for it to pass. It took them a while but finally they exited the castle and headed for the stable.
Thankfully the stable hand didn't ask them too many questions and they were quickly able to get their horses and go. The started ridding towards the woods near the castle, from there they would meet up with the others and ride to a nearby town where Lana would write to Lex again. Hopefully they would be safe until Lex could meet them.
Chloe's answer of how was quickly answered when she saw Pete standing with the Kents in the clearing she and Lana had just entered. They all stood up as the two girls reached them. Lana jumped down from her horse and quickly ran to Clark. Throwing her arms around his neck she hugged him tightly, "Clark! I'm so glad you are all right!"
"I'm glad you're all right too Lana," Clark said hugging her back. Lana's grip on his neck got tighter and on a chuckle Clark said, "I didn't just escape death to have you snap off my neck, did I?"
"I'm sorry," Lana said quickly letting go, "did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm just still pretty week from a night of exposure," he turned to where Pete was standing, "thank God that Pete got me out when he did."
"Glad I could help," Pete said.
"Clark, I'm really sorry about what I did," tears started falling down her cheeks." I didn't know what Whitney was planning on doing."
"It's alright Chloe, you could have had no way of knowing," Martha said.
"Besides," Jonathan added, "Whitney would have acted sooner or later. At least we were able to get away. Now let's get going we have a lot of ground to cover before we get to the next town."
Everyone packed up their stuff and mounted their horses. They rode on; unaware that anyone had even been following them.
A/N: OK well our thrilling conclusion will be in two parts because it's twelve pages long on Word. I figured I'd give you all a short intermission. Quick, click the button on the bottom for more!