Premonition
by Lener
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville.
Chapter Fourteen
Rage and blind fury seemed to cloud all judgment in her usually analytical head, and as Chloe felt flesh come into contact with her hands, she gave a hard punch. Russell flew into the air and crashed into the two boys whom she did not know. Sam backed away, looking scared, but Andrew and Lloyd came charging forward.
Fine! I'll take them. I'll take them ALL.
Adrenaline surged through her veins, unknowingly coupled by the strange neon green venom that had been the root of her supernatural strength. Chloe watched as the two boys raised their fists and ran towards her…
And then suddenly Clark was standing in front of her.
"Don't you dare hit her," he said.
But before any of them could react, Chloe sprang forward and sent Andrew and Lloyd flying back to where Russell (with the help of the two other boys) was getting up. All five of them crashed to the ground again.
"Clark! Go get Devan… I can handle them," Chloe shouted above the noise of the rain.
"I…"
"I can do things now, Clark," Chloe pressed.
"Promise you won't get hurt," his eyes were piercing.
"I won't. Now go!"
And with that Clark sprinted away towards the bottom of the windmill and began to haul himself up easily.
Chloe watched him for a moment, then turned back to the pile of boys. Sam was nowhere to be seen.
"Get up," she said.
They stared up at her, as though she was a monster. And perhaps, in a way, she was. After all, in her sightless wrath and aggression she had hurt them when in fact, she had not meant to. But the things they had made Devan do…
"GET UP!" she roared.
The boys scrambled to their feet, tripping over each other clumsily. Their initial smug had faded, only to be replaced by a terror that suited none of their faces.
"Get out of here, before I give you a piece of my mind," Chloe continued, staring hard at each of them. They needed no other warning. In a flash, they had disappeared from the field.
Chloe ran to the base of the windmill and looked up. Devan had already reached the top, and Clark was already three quarters of the way up. Crossing her fingers, she continued to watch them.
*
Clark squeezed his eyes shut as another strong blow of wind caused the structure to sway; cranking and creaking metal moved beneath his feet unsettlingly. Come on, Clark. You have to do this… for yourself… for Devan… for Chloe. He opened his eyes and continued to climb up. The platform was almost in sight…
A few minutes later he pulled himself up, and spotted the dark figure of Devan Gooden at the edge of the platform.
"Devan!" he called out.
Devan whipped around, face pale in the moonlight. It was then that Clark saw the object he was carrying. A huge meteor rock was glowing in his hand.
Oh no. Clark panicked, then tried to calm himself down. It was all right, just as long as he kept his distance from Devan and the rock.
"What do you want?" Devan snarled.
"They're gone, Devan. We chased them away, so you don't have to go through with this. Just throw the rock down and climb back down with me," Clark said, taking a tiny step forward. He noticed how near to the edge Devan was, and a slight shudder ran down his spine.
"I don't believe you…" Devan said.
"You have to! I'm Chloe's friend, and we would never do anything to hurt you…" Clark reasoned.
"That's why I don't believe you. You say you're Chloe's friend, but I know… you want to be more than friends…" Devan spat.
"That's a lie. All I want to do is help you. So please, just throw down the rock and…"
"If you want to help me, come get it yourself."
"What?"
Devan stretched out his hand, on which the meteor rock rested. "Come and get the rock yourself."
Clark hesitated. He knew the effect that the meteor had on him. But if he did not take the rock, Devan would never get off the platform. Perhaps a lightning quick movement and throw would rid him off the rock quickly. In any case, he had to act fast.
And so Clark stepped gingerly forward, feeling something inside him ebb away with each gradual step he took. He reached painstakingly for the rock, feeling the veins threatening to pop out of his skin…
Just as his hand closed down upon the rock, Devan gripped both his hand and the rock and sent Clark tumbling over the edge.
*
"CLARK! NO!" Chloe screamed as Clark's body swung out dangerously over the edge of the platform. Her heart leapt to her throat as a sob ripped through her body.
*
Clark gritted his teeth as pain coursed through his veins. His eyes made contact with Devan's and for a moment smugness was all that was written on the boy's face. And then quite suddenly his features contorted into that of shock and Devan's body pitched forward unexpectedly as he lost balance.
Then both of them were falling headfirst down the windmill and towards the muddy ground.
Clark's stomach felt like it had switched places with his legs. His stomach now felt filled with bone and his legs felt like the fruit punch he had drunk at the Dance.
As the meteor rock fell further and faster away from him, he slowly felt his strength creeping up around him.
But would it be of any use this time?
*
Down below on the ground, Chloe took a step towards where Clark was falling, then with a sob, took two steps back to the spot where Devan would land. Another sob brought her two steps forward, and she continued torn between which boy to save.
Either way, she could have to make a decision fast.
They were falling now… she could see the Devan was unconscious.
Down… down…
50 metres…
Perhaps she would save neither of them. That would be fair, wouldn't it?
35 metres…
It wouldn't be long now before they hit the ground…
10 metres…
Falling…
And then with a great lunge and a sob, Chloe stumbled forward and threw out her hands. There was a rush of wind and water, and she felt sodden fabric brush against her hands. The weight was, of course, nothing.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring straight into the eyes of Clark.
For a moment, none of them spoke, lost in the possibility of all that could have happened in the split seconds.
And then Chloe whirled around, only to see Devan.
But Devan was not on the ground in an awkward angle. He was, in fact, in the arms of Sam.
Author's Note: Okay! Reaction time! I bet all of you are going like, "Who the HECK is Sam?" Well, don't worry. I don't expect anyone of you to remember him- his name was only mentioned four times in 2 chapters. LOL. ANYWAY! The fact is that he saved Devan. Oh, he's nice! *sniff*
Author's Second Note: I sincerely apologise for the absence of replies to reviews. Due to laziness on the author's part, she will not be replying to your reviews. However, the general feel of her feedback can be summarized into about 4 words, which are 'THANK YOU VERY MUCH!'. The Author is glad to see many people who liked the previous chapter, and hopes they like this chapter. As for 'The Die Hard', the Author does not feel like answering your questions, although she can. Perhaps she might do it another time. The Author would also like 'The Die Hard' to take note that this fic is a work of original fiction, and therefore should divert itself from a trend in the TV series… (after all, that's why Chlark fics are written, right guys? LOL)