New Perspective: Edge is Back Part 4

By Saint 2 Cynic

Mack stood there watching everything crumble around her. For Morgan Edge everything was in perfect alignment he had her right where he wanted her. Her mind raced to figure everything out, assess the situation and then try to be a one step ahead from Edge. But how? Things were happening to fast to fast for her emotions and head to keep up with one another..

"Sit down!" yelled one of the two men pointing his gun at Pete, Chloe and Lana. While the other man moved the table over. They took a seat on the floor with their backs up against the wall.

"Just to be sure, " The one with his gun out threw a roll of duck tape to the other. To which he taped Chloe's, Lana's and Pete's legs together at the ankles.

Mack just watched helplessly. Morgan walked up and put his shoulder around her, "What's going in that head? Anger or from the looks of your eyes, Rage? Confusion?"

Mack forced the words out of her mouth, "just let them go. They have nothing to do with this," her volume and infliction of her words began to slowly escalate. Till finally she pushed his hand off her and stepped back once more, "THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND ME! JUST LET THEM GO!"

The men chuckled while Lana, Pete and Chloe's faced strained against the tape covering their mouth. Chloe kept fidgeting with the tape binding her hands. Causing the men to step a bit closer with the guns.

Edge walked back to the counter and took a look around saying very calmly, "Judging from your reaction.. I see my section of leverage was grade A."

Mack took her eyes off the three of them and looked at edge through the corner of her eye, "This is low even for you."

Edge didn't respond to her comment and continued as if she hadn't said anything at all, "What your not going to ask?"

All of this was giving her a huge migraine. Her hands still clenched in fists, her hair was a complete mess, her face red with anger. Because of her fists her arms were so stiff you could see her vein on her forearm.

Speaking through her teeth, "Ask what?"

"About door number too," turning his voice to a whisper, "It's my favorite."

As soon as Edge said door number two Mack remember that Dylan had yet to come back. She knew it was Clark it had to be. Knowing this she looked over at Lana who gave her a pained look.

"Fine, if you won't play along," he snapped his fingers again, "Door #2?"

"Let's Go!" Yelled Dylan. With that Clark was practically thrown through the right theater doors and slid across the floor.

Lana yelled threw her duck tape what sounded to Mack like "Clark!!!" and instinctively went to get up. As she leaned up she was stop by the feeling of cold steel against her forehead. Looking up she met eye's with the man holding it and threw herself back to the wall. Her hands worked even harder to get out of the duct tape handcuffs. Both Pete and Chloe just sat there in shock.

Lana continued yelling and crying. Pete couldn't understand it Clark was bound and bleeding but he couldn't see any kryptonite. 'Where was it?'

Mack ran to see if he was ok, "Clark!" putting her hand under his head, she pulled her hand back and saw that there was blood on it. Looking at Dylan she stood up, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?"

Dylan backed up a bit and pulled out a gun, "We just had a little fun."

Mack looked at the gun then back at him. She couldn't believe he had just pulled a gun on her, her. She shook it off knowing that if she let her emotions take over they'd all be dead. But when she heard Clark moan in pain she realized it was to late for that.

Lana looked on helpless, Chloe looked on curiously and Pete tried to figure out what was going on.

Mack bent down and went to remove the duct tape from his mouth. Her hand was grabbed away by Edge who pulled it back so hard he dragged her to her feet.

"LET GO EDGE!"

At the sound of his name Pete, Chloe and Lana's faced turned from struggling to confused. Morgan Edge? He was dead.

Edge let go. Mack looked him over quickly and realized he didn't have any weapons, "Just let me take the duct tape off his mouth? Please!"

Dylan spoke up from behind Clark, "Your not in a position to be making demands."

"You stupid little….." She started towards him but Edge grabbed her arms and pulled her away.

Shaking him off her, "Just take off the duct tape." her voice was now desperate. Making eye contact with Clark then looking back at Lana she had to do something, fast. Clark was in more pain then the other three.

Edge grabbed her hand knelt down and pulled her with him, "Let me show you something." He pulled back Clark's duct tape to show that a glowing green rock inside his mouth. Not only was it slowly killing him but he was struggling to make sure he didn't swallow it.

"What is….?"

"When you two come back to Metropolis everything will be explained," whispering, "let's just say it helps me deal with him a lot easier."

He resealed the tape and stood up leaving Mack kneeling by Clark's side. His breath was getting more faint. 'It has to be the rock; she thought to herself. She mouthed I'm sorry to Clark who could only blink in response. She made a move to remove the duct tape and get the rock out but as she removed the duct tape. A knife came out of no where and went right threw her hand. The edge of blade landed centimeters from Clarks eye.

At the sight of this Pete yelled and was joined by Lana and Chloe. Mack feel back screaming,

While Edge, Dylan and the other two watched calmly and seeming quite amused.

Mack pushed herself to her feet and looked at her hand. The knife had gone right threw her palm. The sight of it made Pete , Lana and Chloe's eyes bug out of their heads. All three were thinking the same thing, 'shouldn't she be freaking out more?'

With a deep breathe Mack removed the knife. And there right before everyone's eyes her hand healed in seconds. No marks, nothing. Mack didn't take her eyes off her palm, everyone knew now. She was a freak.

Edge let out a laugh, "I see you haven't changed physically either…..Good."

Mack slipped the knife into her back pocket. She looked at up at Edge her eyebrows pressed down, her rage evident. Not only had he pulled innocent people into all of this, he showed them all her secret. She was going to end this and end it now.

Standing up straight and picking up her chin she wanted to advocate that she wasn't afraid, "Fine, you win I'll go to Metropolis…"

Edge rubbed his hands together until he heard…

"But, Clark stays," Edge just looked at her like she was insane, "If you let Clark stay I'll do double. Double the races for double the money."

Edge started shaking his head, "You don't get it Mackenzie …with him," he reaches down and pulls Clarks head up by his hair. At that Mack moved a step forward instinctively but stop at the sight of Edge pulling a gun from inside his jacket. He cocked it and kept it aimed at her heart, "With him I could rule the world."

Lana continued to cry. He couldn't die now, not with so much unresolved. She couldn't lose him she just couldn't.

Dropping his head with little concern for how gentle it was. Clark's head banged against the floor causing him to move in pain. He looked up at Mack, sweaty and struggling. His eyes pleaded with her to do something.

Mack nodded and went to put her hand under his head, "Jesus Edge he's already bleeding…. I don't understand why don't you just take him and kidnap me? What's the point of all this?" Looking up at him while trying to comfort Clark.

Flailing his gun about and walking towards Lana, Pete and Chloe "You know me Mackenzie. I love a good show. Plus, I wouldn't be able to get you to come against your will. I know that much. So your friends are here to convince you your better off in Metropolis," he bent down and cupped Pete's chin forcing him to look at Mackenzie. Mack looked over her shoulder, "Look what you've done by coming Mack. You've ruined their lives," Pete tried to shake his head to say no but Edge's grip was to strong. Letting go he pointed the gun to Clark, "Look at Kent here. He wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for you."

Tears began to form in her eyes she couldn't help it. It was true.

"Metropolis is your home Mackenzie Small. Without your nothing but a plague on those you love. You were meant to be exiled."

Mask laid Clark's head back down and stood up. She just stood there trying her best not to believe him, knowing full well he was just trying to convince her she was nothing. If it worked she would willingly come along.

As her mind tried to fight off the truth edge tapped his gun against the pillar near the counter. Suddenly everything went slow motion to her. She looked at Dylan who had the gun to Clark. Then her eyes went to the two men with guns on Lana, Pete and Chloe.

Without hesitation she grabbed the knife from her back pocket and threw it with everything she had at Edge's gun hand. The knife went through his wrist and into the pillar. Edge screamed in pain as the gun started to fall to the ground.

Mack dove head first over Clark and past Dylan to grab it before it hit the ground.

'GOT IT' she yelled in her head. On her stomach gun in hand she quickly turned onto her back and was greeted immediately by Dylan's gun aimed right between her eyes.

Edge screamed, the other two stood their ground, guns firmly aimed at their hostages.

There they were to former lovers who still despite everything did love each other. Both breathed heavily.

"Drop it Mack!" Dylan yelled.

"NO YOU!"

"MACK I SWEAR TO GOD!!"

"DROP IT!" She yelled back.

"YOU DON"T HAVE THE GUTS," He yelled down to her.

Calmly, "Don't assume! Assumptions will get you killed ."

Mack noticed his hands were shaking. Her hands were sturdy has could be but her all body trembled.

She began pleading with him she was still on her back a position you don't want to be in when your trying to argue, "Why are you doing this Dylan? Just walk away.. You can walk away."

Dylan stepped back and rubbed the gun against his temple, "You don't know how much I want to. But I can't."

Getting up slowly her gun still aimed, "Why? Please Dylan just walk away."

"You think I wanted to do THIS? HUH?" he aimed the gun back at her yelling, "I LOVED YOU You were amazing And I screwed it up. You think I wanted to do this to you? I DIDN"T I SWEAR MACK!" He started to cry whether it was stress or just his conscience coming clean, "But when Edge showed up, opening all old debts… He promised I would be free if I just got you to come back…"

Edge struggle to get the knife out of the pillar causing him even more pain. He was breathing like a woman would during breath and screaming in pain.

"After everything I did.." Mack was crying now. Everything was coming to a head.

"I know but I swear to you I didn't know it would get this far," he pleaded with her.

"Put down the gun then Dylan…please.." She looked down at Clark who's breathing was even less visible. She looked over to check on Lana, Chloe and Pete. They continued to struggle with their bindings while the to men watched what was going on in front of them.

Dylan just stood there torn between what he wanted to do and what he was told to do. If Dylan did what he wanted; dropped the gun and gave up. And Morgan Edge if he survived this night. He'd be sure to make sure Dylan didn't see his next birthday.

He began to lower it when Edge yelled out, "Don't you even think about it!!! You have a job to do."

Dylan quickly rose his gun, "I'm sorry, Mack." He cocked the gun aimed it at her once more.

"Bastard," with that she put the gun in her back pocket and put her hands up, "Fine I'll go with you."

Happily, "Really?"

"No!" She grabbed his gun and they began to struggle. Eventually tripping over Clark's body they wrestled on to the ground till suddenly a shot rang out.

In reaction Lana, Pete and Chloe ducted there heads. As they looked up slowly they noticed neither Mack nor Dylan was moving. Mack was on top of Dylan and both lie limp.

Mack was frozen on top of him looking in his fading eyes. She, she…she shot him. "Nooo!" she screamed. She swung her legs around and so that she was knelt next time him. She picked him up in her arms. "Dylan?" her tears free flowing she brushed his hair aside. She couldn't have..no she couldn't have.

Dylan stared blindly into the ceiling and with his last breath, "I'm sorry."

She pulled him closer then gently set him back to the ground.

Usually stone cold Chloe let a tear fail. Lana and Pete looked on with horror and panic.

Edge had calmed down no longer screaming he struggled with the knife.

As Mack looked down at Dylan, she was numb. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Clark. Crawling over Dylan she slid over to Clark and ripped off the duct tape, reached inside his mouth. Lana looked on with hope that he was ok, he had to be ok. But Mack couldn't find it at first. She cocked his head back and looked in. There it was under his tongue. She grabbed it and threw it away.

Then she remember that there were still two more men with guns. Before getting Clark lose she rose to her feet, removed the gun from her back pocket and slowly turned around to them.

Aiming it at both with surprising cool she said, "Come on boys don't make this hard. Grab Edge and go."

By now Edge had lost so much blood he was about to pass out. He couldn't protest and he was no longer a threat.

They simply nodded walked over to Edge. Removed the knife, placed it on the counter and threw him over one of their shoulders. On the way out the man without the burden of Morgan Edge, tipped his hat to her. "Nicely played."

"Thanks Don."

As they left Mack rushed to grab the knife. She cut Clark free then ran to cut Lana, Pete and Chloe free.

Lana immediately ran to Clark's side. Putting his limp head on her lap, with tearing streaming down her face, "Clark?!?!" she ran her hand up and down his cheek, "It's Lana can you hear me?" No response, She looked up at Pete who stood there not knowing what to do. Chloe stood next to Mack watching and hoping.

Lana laid his head down and moved to put her head on his chest, "He has a heartbeat!" She moved up to face, "Come on Clark! You can't leave me ok? You can't! Not like this, you understand??!?!" she pulled him up in her arms, "Clark!! Wake up! Please!!! I love you" She was crying so much she was shaking.

Mack walked over calm; looking numb to the situation. Lana watched her ever movement as she bent down and lifted Clark's wrist to feel a pulse. Cooley she said , "His pulse is pretty weak," she reached under his shirt to feel his stomach, "His temperature is to high for comfort."

Lana just looked up at her like the wife of a dieing man would look at their doctor. With hope and fear.

Mack stood up, "He'll be fine just get the temperature down," looking at Pete, "You go get all the ice out of the Talon freezer and fill my bathtub with it. Then you three have to get him up there somehow. Strip him and put him in the tub of ice. It should bring his temp down enough to get him conscience," She started to leave.

Chloe grabbed her arm, "You can't just go you have explain everything. Where are you going? What do you mean 'you three' of us?"

Mack looked down at her arm and back at Chloe. Having seen what she just saw Chloe let go of Mack's arm.

"I have to take care of this now or he won't stop." Looking down at Clark and meeting eyes with Lana you look at her with desperation, "Clark won't be safe.." her eyes drifted toward Dylan's body that lie in the middle of the Talon, meekly, "no one will be until he's gone. Take care of Clark."

She went to leave but Lana called out to her , "Mack?"

"Yeah?"

"Come back, just make sure you come back."

Mack nodded to her and went out the doors.

::To Be Continued::

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