Premonition
by Lener
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville.
Chapter Thirteen
Chloe stumbled out of the building; the rain was already falling in a slight drizzle. The light fog created a misty sheen in the night. She kept looking back to see if anyone had followed her, but the coast was clear. Rushing forward again, Chloe peeked round a corner, but could see no sign of Devan anywhere. Her heart beating fast, she dashed off to Chandler's field, the place that Devan had been in her premonition.
The skies opened up while she was halfway there, and the raindrops pelted her so hard that goose bumps swelled up all over her bare arms. Chloe kicked off her sandals, stumbling clumsily as she did so, and mentally cursing herself for wasting precious seconds. But once those hindering articles of clothing were off, she ran with even more speed. Above Smallville the moon rose with a magnificent grandeur, a slim crescent with scattered stars around. But Chloe had no time for the beauty of the skies. Devan was in trouble, and she was going to get him out of it.
That thought struck a chord deep inside her, and Chloe grinned a little as she ran.
I sound like Clark… 'Devan's in trouble, and I'm going to get him out of it…' Well, having superpowers changes everything, I guess…
Could it be that… Clark…?
"Nah!" she said aloud, then continued running.
She got to the road that branched off the main track and led to Chandler's Field, and as Chloe ran towards the tall structure of the windmill, she thought she saw a familiar green glow ahead of her. Where was Devan?
Seconds later, raised voices pierced through the rain. Chloe ducked behind a large tree trunk and peered out, taking in the scene with quick eyes.
Russell Hood, the quarterback of the Smallville Crows, and a bunch of his cronies had surrounded Devan. Despite how tall he was, Chloe could only see the top of his head, and she realised with dread that the other boys were bigger and probably much more experienced in fighting than Devan. She recognized Lloyd Cross, Andrew Farrell, Sam Pit among the others, but there were two boys whom she did not know.
"Right, you ready?" Russell Hood shouted above the noise that the rain was making. Lightning flashed across the sky, but only a distant rumble followed after.
"Are you sure it's safe?" Doubt flashed across Devan's face, and as Chloe crouched behind the tree, she mentally willed him not to follow through with the initiation. Come on, Devan… don't do it. You're smarter than this! Don't… do… it…
"Safe?" Andrew echoed incredulously.
"You chickening out on us, man?" Sam added in.
"No… I…"
"You mean to tell me you can't climb up the windmill carrying just this?" Russell whipped out an object from behind his leather jacket, and Chloe had to bite back a gasp. In his hand was a jagged meteor rock about half the size of a bowling ball.
"But… what am I supposed to do at the top?"
"Climb back down," was the answer.
"I…"
Come on, Devan. Don't do it… please don't…
"Don't you want to impress that friend of yours? What's her name again? That Sullivan reporter girl? Come on now, if you pull through you'll definitely get on the team- who wouldn't be impressed?" As Russell said those words, Chloe felt a chill run down her spine.
But it was too late. Devan had already taken the rock and was starting his ascent up the windmill. All Chloe could do was stand behind the tree motionless- her legs seemed like sticks of lead, unable to move at all.
"Hah, that sucker. Falling for something like that. I mean, 'Who wouldn't be impressed?' Come on!" Russell guffawed as they watched Devan making his way up the windmill.
"I wouldn't," Chloe stepped out from behind the tree, eyes glinting in anger.
"What the…"
*
Clark superspeeded away from Smallville High, and then realised with a sinking feeling that he did not know where to go. Around him the road was empty, which was strange because it was still quite early in the night. The rain was pouring down now, soaking him wet through. Clark peeled off his drenched black jacket and ripped off his bowtie, left them on the ground and then superspeeded away to where the main road curved down and out towards the outskirts of Smallville.
Along the way he stopped short as two small objects caught his attention. They were lying along the road, and as he neared them, they glinted in the moonlight. Clark got closer, and realised that they were Chloe's sandals. A lump rose in his throat. He stared on ahead and suddenly it dawned on him.
Chandler's Field!
Clark raced on ahead to where he knew the fork in the road would be. From there he raced towards the windmill, and as he neared it he could see seven figures standing in a group in front of the windmill. Six were standing as a group, and one was further apart from them. With a start, Clark realised that it was Chloe.
*
"You're a bunch of sick students, and I'm going to give you twenty seconds to get out of here before you start to regret you ever came," Chloe was shouting, not so much because of the rain, but because she was in a rage.
Her threat, however, had no impact on the boys.
"Is that a threat, Sullivan?" Russell stepped forward, menacingly.
"What, your primitive brain couldn't even register that simple fact?"
"You've got a lot of nerve, haven't you, Sullivan?"
"I'd agree with that. Nerves are essential to human beings, but I guess you wouldn't know a thing about that since I can hardly call you one."
Russell's face contorted with anger, and he opened his mouth, but the voice that rang through the air was hardly his.
"STOP!"
Chloe whirled around as Clark came racing across the field. He stopped when he was at her side, and she tried not to look at the muscles and his toned bronzed body onto which his wet white shirt was clinging to.
"Clark… what the heck are you doing here?" she hissed to him.
"Oh… Devan's gonna be real beat up about this- Sullivan has her man…" Lloyd stepped forward, cracking his knuckles and sneering as he sized up Clark.
"Clark, get out of here!" Chloe hissed.
"I can't. I don't want to," he said calmly.
"Why not?" she was frustrated, exasperated.
"I don't want you to get hurt," he said simply.
Everything fell apart right at that moment. Those very words were so filled with care and concern that Chloe forgave every wrong that Clark had committed against her. And she knew that she would never get over him, because deep down inside the core of her, her feelings for Clark would never leave.
I don't want you to get hurt.
Who could argue with that, anyway?
"Listen," Clark was speaking to the six boys in front of them, "you don't want to do this. Just leave now and you won't regret it." And he said so, Chloe looked up at the windmill. Devan had almost climbed three quarters of it. They were running out of time.
"You really think we're gonna listen to you, bud?" one of the boys sneered.
"Well, actually, no," Chloe said tartly.
And with that, she leapt for Russell's throat.
Author's Note: AAHH! LOL, whoa. Chloe, that move really scared me. Okay! All the action will be in the next chapter, and then things will be ending in the 15th or 16th chapter!!! Meanwhile, replies are below!
englishchik- Hey! Thanks for the review! Okay, I have a question in answer to your question. That is: Is this a Chlark fic? J *wink*
clovergrl- Hehe… I'm glad the dance turned out with Lana being alone! HAH! Good… I hate her…
Sylphide- YO! LP!!!!!!!!! Who is your favourite member? I like… uhh… LOL. Never mind. HAHA… YEAH! Pinkerella SUCKS! Anyway, I wanted Clark to like, ditch Pinkerella because he did that to Chloe during the Spring Formal, remember? And I hated him for doing that. Really, I wanted to punch his silly face! Only it wouldn't have hurt, and he'll probably send me flying through outerspace if I wasn't a girl. LOL.
HO! You don't like Devan? Man… I thought he was okay! LOL…
Tired of being what you want me to be/ Feeling so faithless/ Lost under the surface/ Don't know what you're expecting of me/ Put under the pressure/ Of walking in your shoes/ (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow/ AND EVERY STEP THAT I TAKE IS ANOTHER MISTAKE TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suz- Hey! Hehe… I'm glad that you didn't cheat. Cheating is very bad… tsk tsk! Yeah… Phew I'm glad you didn't get three chapters. I would've mailed you Kryptonite itself, except that it doesn't exist now. It's all blown up into itty bitty pieces. Hehe… Wait… what's BDA!? Ho… Jonathan WAS at Martha… you should've seen the big fight they had in the kitchen, all because Martha let Lana talk her into letting Clark go to the dance. I tell you, Lana should be hanged. HAHA. I don't know if I'll be letting Chloe beat Clark… AHA!!!!!!!!!! I got an idea!!!!!!! All right… off to write the ending!!!!!!!
Big Albowski- Hello! Thanks for reviewing! Don't die before the story ends, though. LOL… it would be a waste.
Honolulu- YES! Lana gets ditched! Isn't that the best thing ever? Second to Clark and Chloe getting married, of course!
just me- Hey! Well, you should try to write! Writing is a great way to improve spelling and all that other language things etc! Haha… I hope I don't sound like a teacher now… Sheesh… I can't stand writing about Lana so no one will be able to read about her tripping and falling on her face but… okay… here's a little treat for all Lana haters:
(continued from Chapter 12)
Lana filled the two plastic cups with the pink punch, then carefully made her way through the crowd back to where Clark had been standing.
"I got the-" she stopped mid-sentence.
Clark was gone.
Choking back a sob, Lana pushed her way past disgruntled students in an attempt to find the door to the gym. As she stumbled through the crowd, she slipped on the incredibly and ridiculously long dress of hers and fell face forward onto the gymnasium floor. Feeling amazingly stupid, she got up and went off home to be her natural stupid self.
THE END
There!
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Kit Merlot- Yo… thanks for reviewing! Well I guess you thoroughly enjoyed the previous chapter… LOL! Hope you'll enjoy this one, although I doubt it… My writing seems to be deteriorating…
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sheree- If you say one more 'Clana' I'm going to scream. Bring Whitney back? Hmm… that's not bad idea, but I hate that guy. Haha… all the same, I'm glad that a Clana fan like you even reads my Chlark fic!!