Poltergeist by Electric Spyro
a.n. hey people!
well, here's a new chapter! the storyline is finally evolving (after multiple drafts and editing made by me). i wanted to get it juuuust right before i sent it onto ff.net.
thanx for all these reviews guys! really means alot! i swear i wouldn't have gotten this far without u!
CLANA SHIPPERS NOTE: unfortunately, there is no clana in this chapter *joins all shippers in a saddened look*. i just had to start writting the actual plot (which isn't clana *ducks as a brick thrown by an angry CL shipper flys past*). but, i've been writting more of this fic and i can tell u right now - the clana WILL come!!! :o)
so keep R&Ring!! enjoy!
*~*~*
"You leave your compartment to get together with Ms. Lang at six in morning, you linger behind the group when I'd strongly urged that everyone stay together and now, Mr. Kent, you decide to ditch the Eerie Museum to hang out in an unfamiliar town with your friends?"
Clark stared blankly up at Mr. McDaniels whose voice practically oozed with anger. He wouldn't be surprised if the teacher just bursted into flames right there in the bus.
"Your friends will be getting a week's worth of detention and you, Mr. Indistructable Kent, will be getting two."
"Two weeks?!" Clark repeated feeling that was extremely unfair.
"But Mr. McDaniels, I told Clark to come with me. He shouldn't hafta pay for something I made him do," Pete informed trying desperately to help his friend.
"You didn't make him do anything, Mr. Ross. Mr. Kent left the museum because he wanted to. Besides, you're already paying for your wrong-doing and so is Ms. Lang."
"But we only have one week of school left, sir. Surely your not going to make me come to school during summer vacation," Clark said nervously. He'd never been in this much trouble. Ever.
"We have this week and we have next week. That's two weeks if I remember correctly, Mr. Kent," Mr. McDaniels explained. "You all will spend the rest of this day and all the following nights at the mansion. If any of you decide to break the rules again, I will have no alternative but to send you home. Is that clear?"
They all reluctantly knodded realizing that the fun and adventure portion of their trip was pretty much finished. Mr. McDaniels turned and stormed back up to the front of the bus whispering something to the driver. The driver knodded swiftly and started up the engine. The bus sqealed and slowly began to take the three friends back to Presidilla Mansion.
"Clark, I'm really really sorry," Pete quickly apologized.
"Forget it. It was my fault Lana got in this," Clark informed depressingly. He turned to Lana,"I'm sorry. I should've never even thought about taking you with us. It was a really stupid idea."
"It's ok, Clark. I mean, it got us in really big trouble, but it was fun," Lana admited smiling widely at Clark as if silently communicating with him.
Pete looked back and forward at both his friends.
"Ok, what happened between you two?"
Clark looked away from Lana suddenly.
"Nothing happened, Pete. We just had some fun is all."
*~*~*
Chloe was bored out of her mind. Her closest friends were now miles from her probably playing cards and laughing while she was sitting in this weird bar drinking whatever the bartender, some guy named Radford, put in her cup. Suddenly she felt a sharp pat on her shoulder.
"Are you Chloe Sullivan?"
She turned to see to young boys with eager looks on their faces.
"Who wants to know?"
"I'm Marshall Teller, this is Simon Holmes. We were talking to your friends earlier," the brown-haired kid explained.
"We're the kids from the website about Eerie," Simon added when he realized that Chloe was not amused.
Chloe face jumped into an excited look as she snatched up her notebook and pencil and flipped it to an empty page.
"I definitely must get an interview from you guys," she said smiling.
"We'll get that all done later. Right now we need your help."
"You want my help?" Chloe slowly lowered her pencil and looked at them strangely. "For what?"
"It's about what happened to your friend, Pete. When he was attacked. We wanna help. We're bascially the only ones who can," Marshall informed reasonably.
"Um...I don't know. This is kind of dangerous. I mean Pete could've died if Clark hadn't scared away the attacker. We may be messing with something that isn't even human," Chloe warned threateningly.
"Believe us when we say that we are totally ready for anything human or non- human," Marshall stated strongly.
Chloe was taken back a little. These kids sounded just like young versions of herself.
"Um...right, okay then. Do either one of you have any information for me to pick up on?" she asked looking at both of their faces for an answer.
Marshall suddenly pulled a large brown envelope out from the inside of his jacket and dropped it on the counter.
Chloe glanced at it curiously.
"What's that?"
"Information we've picked up from the Eerie Library within the past hour or so. Copies of newspaper clippings, yearbooks,...basically anything weird or out of place that we could find from the year 1994," Marshall explained hopping onto a stool next to Chloe. Simon took a seat on the other side of her.
"Why the year 1994?" Chloe wondered as she slowly opened the package and pulled out a small stack of papers.
"Your friend Clark said that he was told four kids went missing in Eerie ten years ago. Ten years ago would be 1994," Marshall informed as he reached for a certain piece of paper. "Here, check this out."
Chloe took the copied newspaper clipping from Marshall and scanned it professionally. It read:
Four Lost In Eerie Forest by Howard Ford
Early Friday afternoon, while the students of Smallville High School were observing wildlife in the Eerie forest as part of their educational road trip, four of the kids were unexplainably seperated from the group about halfway into the forest. Brad Martin, Nathan Anderson, Josh Dunning, and Diane Sanford were all pronounced missing when a fellow classmate announced that the four were no longer walking behind him as they had been throughout the first half of the walk.
"I remember hearing them laughing and talking and then it was like they just - weren't there anymore," explains sophmore Rick Barret.
A rescue squad was immediately called and after many days of searching, all four were presumed dead.
"We have being looking and will continue to look for these lost souls until they are found and either reunited with their families, or put to rest peacefully in their graves," Police Chief Rod Blaken of the Eerie Police Department confirmed strongly. "We will never give up hope." * - Wednesday, May 8th, 1994
"Wow,...depressing," Chloe commented after she finished reading it.
"Yeah, but the weird part is that Chief Rod Blaken doesn't exisit," Simon stated seriously.
"And how would you know that?" Chloe asked doubtfully.
"We checked the records on the internet. I bet someone's covering up the real story," Marshall explained firmly. "And it's not like it doesn't happen. If you've got the money, you can erase any unwanted story."
Chloe looked at each of the boys and then placed the copied clipping on the bar.
"Listen guys, I can see you really want to help, but this just isn't good enough to work on. I mean maybe the editor of this newspaper accidently misspelled the chief's name. It happens to me all the time."
"You're right. That alone wouldn't get you anywhere except for maybe a first class ticket to Losersville. But look at this," Marshall informed pulling out another piece of paper from the thick stack. "Here's a copy of the four missing kid's yearbook pictures in Smallville 1994."
Chloe took the paper from Marshall and gazed at it. There were five rows of cheesy-smiling teenagers four of which were circled with red permanent marker. The first one, Nathan Anderson, was a short skinny little kid with a boney face and a over exagerated smile. After him was Josh Dunning, a black kid who was wearing a clean looking suit with a crooked bow tie. He seemed very uncomfortable. Next was Brad Martin who had the goofiest looking grin that revealed all his dazzling white teeth. The last circled picture was Diane Sanford. She had dark brown curly hair that was pulled back tightly into a pony tail and her eyes were deep and full of mystery. They were almost a contrast with the rest of her sweet face.
"What's so odd about these?" Chloe wondered when she was finished examining the pictures.
"Nothing really. Except look at this," Marshall stated as Simon handed him a large, jet black, leather-bound book which he opened up to a marked place.
The book made a sharp click as Marshall set it on the counter and pointed at a picture in the center. It was a picture of a bunch of fans at a football game in Eerie. The guy in the very middle of the picture had no shirt on and bore a painted '#1' on his naked chest. His right hand was covered with a huge foam finger and his face was frozen in a fixed state of extreme excitement.
Chloe was about to object as to what this had to do with anything until she noticed the group of fans to the left of the half naked man. Four hyper students - with the same exact features as the four in the previous picture - were clapping eagerly and cheering on their team.
"This yearbook is from 1999. Five years after the kids supposely went missing," Marshall explained seriously. "And even that wouldn't be half as weird if it wasn't for this."
Simon handed him another nicely polished volume of the Eerie yearbook and Marshall flipped it to the desired page number.
Chloe took the book when he was finished and found that he'd been acknowledging a picture of a group of students digging around their school obviously planting something. Two teenage girls stood in the main part of the photo arm-in-arm with a bright smile hidden under the dirt and sweat upon their faces. Once again in the background were the missing four crowded around a hole which had a small tree being lowered slowly into it by a few other kids.
"It doesn't any sense," Chloe admited defeatedly.
"Not at a first glance. Notice that these pictures are years apart, yet these four never seen to age." Chloe scanned the pictures again quickly and realized that what Marshall had just announced was right. "At first, we thought it was the return of Forever Ware."
"Return of what?" Chloe asked bewilderly.
"It's a long unbelievable story," Simon explained with no interest. Obiviously this 'Forever Ware' had not been a good thing.
"Anyways, that's what we figured until we talked to our buddy, Dash - he's the guy with the '#1' on his chest in that picture - who told us he never saw those four standing by him. He also said he had no memory of them ever going to school there," Marshall declared clearly.
"Did anyone in this picture see them?" Chloe asked referring to the tree- planting photo.
"Nope. We talked to a few kids we knew in that one too. And that picture was taken only two years ago."
"Bascially, everyone we've talked to says they never exisited after what happened in the forest," Simon concluded sturnly.
"Yet here it is in perfect color," Chloe observed looking over the pictures once more. "It's almost as if they're -"
"Ghosts that only a camera can capture?" Marshall broke in looking at Chloe to see if he'd guessed right.
Chloe glanced over at him suspiously. How could she actually be doing this? Following a trail that two grade school punks had built for her. Ghosts walking around and going to school? This was insane. This was nuts.
But it wasn't impossible. Her brain suddenly snapped two pieces together.
"Hey Chloe!"
She quickly spun her stool around to see Lance in the doorway of the World 'O Stuff.
"Hey Lance. What's up?" Chloe greeted flashing a friendly smile.
"The bus is leaving now. We better get going," he informed.
Chloe's smile slowly faded. She spun back around to the counter and stared at the two kids with determination.
"Go to the library and find any connections between Howard Ford and either Lionel or Lex Luthor, alright?"
"Howard Ford? The writer of this phony article?" Marshall repeated with immense confusion.
"Yeah and who are Lionel and Lex Luthor?" Simon added folding his arms.
"Just trust me. I'm sure there's a connection somehow," Chloe urged standing up and slipping her notebook and pencil into her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. "Maybe it would explain why Lex bought the mansion."
She began to walk quickly out of the shop. Marshall rushed in front of her.
"Mansion? What're you talking about? What does this have to do with these four kids?" Marshall wondered loudly.
"Chloe we're gonna get left behind!" Lance stated looking out the window of the front door worriedly.
Chloe sighed and looked at Marshall.
"Find the connection," Chloe ordered and then ran out of the bar with Lance to catch up with the bus.
*~*~*
a.n. oooo - the plot thickens!!!! fortunately for me, i kno what's gonna happen *ducks as another brick flys in her direction*
just some more unless info: the four missing kids are four of my other friends. cept i sorta mixed up their real names so nobody hunts them down. lol. but the way i described them is how they look to me :o)
ok, well, now this is the part where u send a review! :o)
*goes and scans next chapter* im seeing some clana in the near future! lol
a.n. hey people!
well, here's a new chapter! the storyline is finally evolving (after multiple drafts and editing made by me). i wanted to get it juuuust right before i sent it onto ff.net.
thanx for all these reviews guys! really means alot! i swear i wouldn't have gotten this far without u!
CLANA SHIPPERS NOTE: unfortunately, there is no clana in this chapter *joins all shippers in a saddened look*. i just had to start writting the actual plot (which isn't clana *ducks as a brick thrown by an angry CL shipper flys past*). but, i've been writting more of this fic and i can tell u right now - the clana WILL come!!! :o)
so keep R&Ring!! enjoy!
*~*~*
"You leave your compartment to get together with Ms. Lang at six in morning, you linger behind the group when I'd strongly urged that everyone stay together and now, Mr. Kent, you decide to ditch the Eerie Museum to hang out in an unfamiliar town with your friends?"
Clark stared blankly up at Mr. McDaniels whose voice practically oozed with anger. He wouldn't be surprised if the teacher just bursted into flames right there in the bus.
"Your friends will be getting a week's worth of detention and you, Mr. Indistructable Kent, will be getting two."
"Two weeks?!" Clark repeated feeling that was extremely unfair.
"But Mr. McDaniels, I told Clark to come with me. He shouldn't hafta pay for something I made him do," Pete informed trying desperately to help his friend.
"You didn't make him do anything, Mr. Ross. Mr. Kent left the museum because he wanted to. Besides, you're already paying for your wrong-doing and so is Ms. Lang."
"But we only have one week of school left, sir. Surely your not going to make me come to school during summer vacation," Clark said nervously. He'd never been in this much trouble. Ever.
"We have this week and we have next week. That's two weeks if I remember correctly, Mr. Kent," Mr. McDaniels explained. "You all will spend the rest of this day and all the following nights at the mansion. If any of you decide to break the rules again, I will have no alternative but to send you home. Is that clear?"
They all reluctantly knodded realizing that the fun and adventure portion of their trip was pretty much finished. Mr. McDaniels turned and stormed back up to the front of the bus whispering something to the driver. The driver knodded swiftly and started up the engine. The bus sqealed and slowly began to take the three friends back to Presidilla Mansion.
"Clark, I'm really really sorry," Pete quickly apologized.
"Forget it. It was my fault Lana got in this," Clark informed depressingly. He turned to Lana,"I'm sorry. I should've never even thought about taking you with us. It was a really stupid idea."
"It's ok, Clark. I mean, it got us in really big trouble, but it was fun," Lana admited smiling widely at Clark as if silently communicating with him.
Pete looked back and forward at both his friends.
"Ok, what happened between you two?"
Clark looked away from Lana suddenly.
"Nothing happened, Pete. We just had some fun is all."
*~*~*
Chloe was bored out of her mind. Her closest friends were now miles from her probably playing cards and laughing while she was sitting in this weird bar drinking whatever the bartender, some guy named Radford, put in her cup. Suddenly she felt a sharp pat on her shoulder.
"Are you Chloe Sullivan?"
She turned to see to young boys with eager looks on their faces.
"Who wants to know?"
"I'm Marshall Teller, this is Simon Holmes. We were talking to your friends earlier," the brown-haired kid explained.
"We're the kids from the website about Eerie," Simon added when he realized that Chloe was not amused.
Chloe face jumped into an excited look as she snatched up her notebook and pencil and flipped it to an empty page.
"I definitely must get an interview from you guys," she said smiling.
"We'll get that all done later. Right now we need your help."
"You want my help?" Chloe slowly lowered her pencil and looked at them strangely. "For what?"
"It's about what happened to your friend, Pete. When he was attacked. We wanna help. We're bascially the only ones who can," Marshall informed reasonably.
"Um...I don't know. This is kind of dangerous. I mean Pete could've died if Clark hadn't scared away the attacker. We may be messing with something that isn't even human," Chloe warned threateningly.
"Believe us when we say that we are totally ready for anything human or non- human," Marshall stated strongly.
Chloe was taken back a little. These kids sounded just like young versions of herself.
"Um...right, okay then. Do either one of you have any information for me to pick up on?" she asked looking at both of their faces for an answer.
Marshall suddenly pulled a large brown envelope out from the inside of his jacket and dropped it on the counter.
Chloe glanced at it curiously.
"What's that?"
"Information we've picked up from the Eerie Library within the past hour or so. Copies of newspaper clippings, yearbooks,...basically anything weird or out of place that we could find from the year 1994," Marshall explained hopping onto a stool next to Chloe. Simon took a seat on the other side of her.
"Why the year 1994?" Chloe wondered as she slowly opened the package and pulled out a small stack of papers.
"Your friend Clark said that he was told four kids went missing in Eerie ten years ago. Ten years ago would be 1994," Marshall informed as he reached for a certain piece of paper. "Here, check this out."
Chloe took the copied newspaper clipping from Marshall and scanned it professionally. It read:
Four Lost In Eerie Forest by Howard Ford
Early Friday afternoon, while the students of Smallville High School were observing wildlife in the Eerie forest as part of their educational road trip, four of the kids were unexplainably seperated from the group about halfway into the forest. Brad Martin, Nathan Anderson, Josh Dunning, and Diane Sanford were all pronounced missing when a fellow classmate announced that the four were no longer walking behind him as they had been throughout the first half of the walk.
"I remember hearing them laughing and talking and then it was like they just - weren't there anymore," explains sophmore Rick Barret.
A rescue squad was immediately called and after many days of searching, all four were presumed dead.
"We have being looking and will continue to look for these lost souls until they are found and either reunited with their families, or put to rest peacefully in their graves," Police Chief Rod Blaken of the Eerie Police Department confirmed strongly. "We will never give up hope." * - Wednesday, May 8th, 1994
"Wow,...depressing," Chloe commented after she finished reading it.
"Yeah, but the weird part is that Chief Rod Blaken doesn't exisit," Simon stated seriously.
"And how would you know that?" Chloe asked doubtfully.
"We checked the records on the internet. I bet someone's covering up the real story," Marshall explained firmly. "And it's not like it doesn't happen. If you've got the money, you can erase any unwanted story."
Chloe looked at each of the boys and then placed the copied clipping on the bar.
"Listen guys, I can see you really want to help, but this just isn't good enough to work on. I mean maybe the editor of this newspaper accidently misspelled the chief's name. It happens to me all the time."
"You're right. That alone wouldn't get you anywhere except for maybe a first class ticket to Losersville. But look at this," Marshall informed pulling out another piece of paper from the thick stack. "Here's a copy of the four missing kid's yearbook pictures in Smallville 1994."
Chloe took the paper from Marshall and gazed at it. There were five rows of cheesy-smiling teenagers four of which were circled with red permanent marker. The first one, Nathan Anderson, was a short skinny little kid with a boney face and a over exagerated smile. After him was Josh Dunning, a black kid who was wearing a clean looking suit with a crooked bow tie. He seemed very uncomfortable. Next was Brad Martin who had the goofiest looking grin that revealed all his dazzling white teeth. The last circled picture was Diane Sanford. She had dark brown curly hair that was pulled back tightly into a pony tail and her eyes were deep and full of mystery. They were almost a contrast with the rest of her sweet face.
"What's so odd about these?" Chloe wondered when she was finished examining the pictures.
"Nothing really. Except look at this," Marshall stated as Simon handed him a large, jet black, leather-bound book which he opened up to a marked place.
The book made a sharp click as Marshall set it on the counter and pointed at a picture in the center. It was a picture of a bunch of fans at a football game in Eerie. The guy in the very middle of the picture had no shirt on and bore a painted '#1' on his naked chest. His right hand was covered with a huge foam finger and his face was frozen in a fixed state of extreme excitement.
Chloe was about to object as to what this had to do with anything until she noticed the group of fans to the left of the half naked man. Four hyper students - with the same exact features as the four in the previous picture - were clapping eagerly and cheering on their team.
"This yearbook is from 1999. Five years after the kids supposely went missing," Marshall explained seriously. "And even that wouldn't be half as weird if it wasn't for this."
Simon handed him another nicely polished volume of the Eerie yearbook and Marshall flipped it to the desired page number.
Chloe took the book when he was finished and found that he'd been acknowledging a picture of a group of students digging around their school obviously planting something. Two teenage girls stood in the main part of the photo arm-in-arm with a bright smile hidden under the dirt and sweat upon their faces. Once again in the background were the missing four crowded around a hole which had a small tree being lowered slowly into it by a few other kids.
"It doesn't any sense," Chloe admited defeatedly.
"Not at a first glance. Notice that these pictures are years apart, yet these four never seen to age." Chloe scanned the pictures again quickly and realized that what Marshall had just announced was right. "At first, we thought it was the return of Forever Ware."
"Return of what?" Chloe asked bewilderly.
"It's a long unbelievable story," Simon explained with no interest. Obiviously this 'Forever Ware' had not been a good thing.
"Anyways, that's what we figured until we talked to our buddy, Dash - he's the guy with the '#1' on his chest in that picture - who told us he never saw those four standing by him. He also said he had no memory of them ever going to school there," Marshall declared clearly.
"Did anyone in this picture see them?" Chloe asked referring to the tree- planting photo.
"Nope. We talked to a few kids we knew in that one too. And that picture was taken only two years ago."
"Bascially, everyone we've talked to says they never exisited after what happened in the forest," Simon concluded sturnly.
"Yet here it is in perfect color," Chloe observed looking over the pictures once more. "It's almost as if they're -"
"Ghosts that only a camera can capture?" Marshall broke in looking at Chloe to see if he'd guessed right.
Chloe glanced over at him suspiously. How could she actually be doing this? Following a trail that two grade school punks had built for her. Ghosts walking around and going to school? This was insane. This was nuts.
But it wasn't impossible. Her brain suddenly snapped two pieces together.
"Hey Chloe!"
She quickly spun her stool around to see Lance in the doorway of the World 'O Stuff.
"Hey Lance. What's up?" Chloe greeted flashing a friendly smile.
"The bus is leaving now. We better get going," he informed.
Chloe's smile slowly faded. She spun back around to the counter and stared at the two kids with determination.
"Go to the library and find any connections between Howard Ford and either Lionel or Lex Luthor, alright?"
"Howard Ford? The writer of this phony article?" Marshall repeated with immense confusion.
"Yeah and who are Lionel and Lex Luthor?" Simon added folding his arms.
"Just trust me. I'm sure there's a connection somehow," Chloe urged standing up and slipping her notebook and pencil into her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. "Maybe it would explain why Lex bought the mansion."
She began to walk quickly out of the shop. Marshall rushed in front of her.
"Mansion? What're you talking about? What does this have to do with these four kids?" Marshall wondered loudly.
"Chloe we're gonna get left behind!" Lance stated looking out the window of the front door worriedly.
Chloe sighed and looked at Marshall.
"Find the connection," Chloe ordered and then ran out of the bar with Lance to catch up with the bus.
*~*~*
a.n. oooo - the plot thickens!!!! fortunately for me, i kno what's gonna happen *ducks as another brick flys in her direction*
just some more unless info: the four missing kids are four of my other friends. cept i sorta mixed up their real names so nobody hunts them down. lol. but the way i described them is how they look to me :o)
ok, well, now this is the part where u send a review! :o)
*goes and scans next chapter* im seeing some clana in the near future! lol