Poltergeist by Electric Spyro
a.n. hey guys! Muchas gracias for all the muy amable reviews! i am a very happy person!
o and i just wanted to also say, since my honors english class is teaching me how to actually write with correct grammar, i'm offering to be a beta reader for any of writers out who feel they need one. just ta throw that out there ;o)
ok. here's the next chapter. enjoy!
*~*~*
By now, Clark was wishing he had listened to Pete last Friday. He would have stayed home, Pete wouldn't have gotten attacked, he would be speaking to Chloe, and Lana wouldn't have thought he was a terrible friend.
'I wish I had Lionel's time traveler. I could just go back to the day I met Lana and show her my secret and tell her how much I love her. Maybe things wouldn't turn out as bad as they are now...'
And as Clark wallowed in pity in his bedroom that night, Chloe was wide awake in bed with her laptop lying firmly on her knees. All the other lights in the room were off because Mr. McDaniels had issued 'bedtime' an hour ago. Chloe smiled to herself thinking she could probably count the number of students who actually went to bed at nine on one hand.
She scrolled down the page she was looking at. It was a profile she'd had created for Lionel Luthor a while back. So far she had found out he loved sushi, Beethoven, and quiet evenings in the mansion, but found nothing on the C.T.W.S.
Just when was about to give up, an instant message popped up. From Black_Hole1994.
'1994...' Chloe mind swirled with newfound intrigue.
The instant message said:
Black_Hole1994: r u alone?
Chloe swallowed and slowly began to type.
MeteorJunkie04: yea. who is this?
Black_Hole1994: good. we are the kids
Chloe frowned as she answered.
MeteorJunkie04: which kids?
Black_Hole1994: the kids from the luthors experiment. u have to help us
'This has to be a prank someone's playing on me,' Chloe told herself unbelievably.
MeteorJunkie04: is this a joke?
Black_Hole1994: no! we came to the year 2004 to get him. we want our lives back. u have to help us
MeteorJunkie04: him? u mean lionel?
Black_Hole1994: yes
Chloe stared at her screen. There was no way these time traveling kids were talking to her. She must be dreaming or something. How the hell can this be happening?
MeteorJunkie04: where r u?
Black_Hole1994: eerie. we're always in eerie. we can't leave it unless we get him
MeteorJunkie04: how did u get this screen name?
Black_Hole1994: it doesn't matter. u r the only one who can help us. we tried to reach u in ur room last night and tell u
MeteorJunkie04: u did that to my room?
MeteorJunkie04: how? y?
MeteorJunkie04: did u attack pete too?
Black_Hole1994: we were only trying to tell u he was there. we'll do anything to get him
MeteorJunkie04: what about pete?
Black_Hole1994: pete?
MeteorJunkie1994: he was attacked in the forest the day we got here. did u do that?
There was a long wait. Chloe was almost shaking. She rubbed her hands together impatiently. Then, just like a bullet, the instant message said:
Black_Hole1994 signed off at 10:59 PM
Immediately she saved the conversation and added the name 'Black_Hole1994' to her buddy list. She then waited. Maybe their connection was cut off. Maybe they'd sign back on. She hoped they would. She had hundreds of more questions to ask.
As she waited, she began to realize something. Up until now, she'd felt sorry for the missing four. They were lost in time with nobody to save them. But after this conversation, she realized that maybe they weren't as innocent as she thought. Should she really try to help them if their intentions were wrong? What if she helped them out and they began attacking even more people? They had said themselves that they couldn't live Eerie. So what would happen if they could?
The watch on Chloe's wrist told her it was too late to think about this much more. She reluctantly shut down her computer and fell back into bed.
'It doesn't even feel like we left Smallville at all,' she thought finally.
*~*~*
The next day, Tuesday, couldn't have been anymore boring. They were planning to go to an orange orchard on the other side of Eerie, but it rained the whole day and caused all the eager students to be stuck inside. To add to their grumpy moods, the rain and wind outside made the inside of the mansion twice as cold. And while this was an inviting thing to the many young couples who cuddled next to each other, to Clark it was a nightmare.
Lana had officially stopped talking to him for a full twenty-four hours. It was madness. Clark couldn't think of anything enjoyable. Pete's attack, Chloe's attack, the two kids and their story about the Luthors - everything was twirling and spinning around his brain. Why couldn't he put any of it together? Maybe if he could talk to Chloe...but of course she wasn't speaking to him either.
'Gees, Day 3 in Eerie and already I've lost two of my closest friends.' He rolled over on his bed uncomfortably.
His room was his only solitude. It made up for his loft which he was desperately missing at the moment.
There was a sudden knock on his door. He looked up automatically thinking it was Lana. But as the door slowly opened it revealed the familiar face of Jason.
"Hey, um, I just needed to get one of my books. I hope I'm not bothering you, Clark," he stated rushing over to his backpack lying next his bed and began to rustle through it.
"Oh, no. It's fine." Clark noticed Jason pull out a small paperback novel. "What're you reading?"
"Um, just a little light reading. It's The Time Machine by H. G. Wells."
"Oh," Clark exclaimed growing more interest as he sat up fully, "you're into time traveling stuff, huh?"
"Well, sure. It sounds really cool. It's amazing how you could just skip all the wars and famine and fast forward straight to the good stuff." Jason looked up happily.
"Yeah. Or stop something from happening before it ever begins," Clark stated dreaming even more of using Lionel's device.
Jason became very silent at Clark's last remark. Clark glanced over to see if something was wrong, but Jason quickly flashed him a smirk and stood. "I guess I better leave to your thoughts then. I'll catch you later, Clark."
"Right. Later," Clark retorted as Jason shut the door behind him.
Clark sighed and tried to get comfortable again. He eventually dazed off into a weak sleep.
*~*~*
"Lana? Lana!"
Lana jerked as she saw Chloe's hand fly infront of her face. She looked over at her and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry. What's up?"
"I just wanted to say thank you for not following Pete and all his dumb friends into the World 'O Stuff to spy on me," she explained sitting next to Lana. They were settled in the squishy chairs next to the roaring fire in the lounge.
"Yeah, well it wasn't like they were urging me to go. I actually didn't even know they went until Clark told me afterwards." Lana looked sincerely at her roommate. "I'm sorry about them. They aren't to bright in the friendship department."
"I know. I just feel like I'm overreacting on this. I mean maybe I should just forgive them and this whole ghost attacking story could come to an end."
"No, Chloe. They need to figure out their trust issues first," Lana confirmed promptly.
"You sound like they distrusted you too. What happened?" Chloe asked curling up into the chair to gain more warmth.
"Oh, it's Clark. I just, I thought he was changing. And then I found out he was really starting to like me so I tried to get us together and the whole thing kind of blew over. I heard what he did with Pete and Lance and realized he's still the same old closed-off, non-trusting Clark Kent he always is," Lana said solemnly. "It's hard to have a relationship with someone like that."
Chloe thought about this slowly.
"Lana, I get what your saying, but I know Clark. He can be a tough puzzle to solve, but he's an awazing guy. He's just like you or me. He makes mistakes, too. Just cut him some slack."
Lana's mind began to become very frustrated.
"So does this mean you're going to forgive him, Pete, and Lance?" she wondered suddenly.
"I don't know. Maybe. When or if I find out what this whole ghost thing is about."
"Did you find anything else about it?"
Chloe paused.
"Not really."
They sat in silence watching the golden flames of the fire.
"Lana?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind me asking what you were doing if I was at World 'O Stuff with our three favorite males? You weren't hangin out with the cheerleading squad again were you?" Chloe asked smiling slightly.
Lana laughed. "No, I was browsing in the jewerly store with - "
Lana stopped suddenly.
"With...?" Chloe repeated eagerly.
"With Jason. He sort of - asked me to go with him to the dance on Friday."
"Wow, really? What did you say?" Chloe answered changing her postion in the chair.
"I didn't really say a definite answer," Lana admited truthfully. "Of course, that was before I yelled at Clark."
"And what about now? If Jason asked you right now, what would be your answer?"
Lana swallowed.
"I think I'd probably seriously consider it."
Chloe gave a satisfied nod and looked at the fire.
Lana was still uncomfortable. If she was so angry at Clark and his distrustfulness, then why was she still thinking about going to the dance with him?
"Actually I'd say yes. Definitely."
Chloe looked back up at Lana startled. She then smiled bewilderly.
Back in the room upstairs, Clark was listening intently with his super hearing as a quick, sharp pain tore into his heart. There were only three days left and they still couldn't find out what was behind the attacks. Plus, he lost Lana Lang, the girl of his dreams, forever.
*~*~*
a.n. i'm killing u aren't i? i kno! i'm killing myself! just bare with me okay? REVIEW!
btw, just e-mail me about the beta thing if u want. i'll beta G, PG, or PG- 13 stories (ones with clana included will be encouraged. hehe)
thas it 4 me! now it's ur time to review!
a.n. hey guys! Muchas gracias for all the muy amable reviews! i am a very happy person!
o and i just wanted to also say, since my honors english class is teaching me how to actually write with correct grammar, i'm offering to be a beta reader for any of writers out who feel they need one. just ta throw that out there ;o)
ok. here's the next chapter. enjoy!
*~*~*
By now, Clark was wishing he had listened to Pete last Friday. He would have stayed home, Pete wouldn't have gotten attacked, he would be speaking to Chloe, and Lana wouldn't have thought he was a terrible friend.
'I wish I had Lionel's time traveler. I could just go back to the day I met Lana and show her my secret and tell her how much I love her. Maybe things wouldn't turn out as bad as they are now...'
And as Clark wallowed in pity in his bedroom that night, Chloe was wide awake in bed with her laptop lying firmly on her knees. All the other lights in the room were off because Mr. McDaniels had issued 'bedtime' an hour ago. Chloe smiled to herself thinking she could probably count the number of students who actually went to bed at nine on one hand.
She scrolled down the page she was looking at. It was a profile she'd had created for Lionel Luthor a while back. So far she had found out he loved sushi, Beethoven, and quiet evenings in the mansion, but found nothing on the C.T.W.S.
Just when was about to give up, an instant message popped up. From Black_Hole1994.
'1994...' Chloe mind swirled with newfound intrigue.
The instant message said:
Black_Hole1994: r u alone?
Chloe swallowed and slowly began to type.
MeteorJunkie04: yea. who is this?
Black_Hole1994: good. we are the kids
Chloe frowned as she answered.
MeteorJunkie04: which kids?
Black_Hole1994: the kids from the luthors experiment. u have to help us
'This has to be a prank someone's playing on me,' Chloe told herself unbelievably.
MeteorJunkie04: is this a joke?
Black_Hole1994: no! we came to the year 2004 to get him. we want our lives back. u have to help us
MeteorJunkie04: him? u mean lionel?
Black_Hole1994: yes
Chloe stared at her screen. There was no way these time traveling kids were talking to her. She must be dreaming or something. How the hell can this be happening?
MeteorJunkie04: where r u?
Black_Hole1994: eerie. we're always in eerie. we can't leave it unless we get him
MeteorJunkie04: how did u get this screen name?
Black_Hole1994: it doesn't matter. u r the only one who can help us. we tried to reach u in ur room last night and tell u
MeteorJunkie04: u did that to my room?
MeteorJunkie04: how? y?
MeteorJunkie04: did u attack pete too?
Black_Hole1994: we were only trying to tell u he was there. we'll do anything to get him
MeteorJunkie04: what about pete?
Black_Hole1994: pete?
MeteorJunkie1994: he was attacked in the forest the day we got here. did u do that?
There was a long wait. Chloe was almost shaking. She rubbed her hands together impatiently. Then, just like a bullet, the instant message said:
Black_Hole1994 signed off at 10:59 PM
Immediately she saved the conversation and added the name 'Black_Hole1994' to her buddy list. She then waited. Maybe their connection was cut off. Maybe they'd sign back on. She hoped they would. She had hundreds of more questions to ask.
As she waited, she began to realize something. Up until now, she'd felt sorry for the missing four. They were lost in time with nobody to save them. But after this conversation, she realized that maybe they weren't as innocent as she thought. Should she really try to help them if their intentions were wrong? What if she helped them out and they began attacking even more people? They had said themselves that they couldn't live Eerie. So what would happen if they could?
The watch on Chloe's wrist told her it was too late to think about this much more. She reluctantly shut down her computer and fell back into bed.
'It doesn't even feel like we left Smallville at all,' she thought finally.
*~*~*
The next day, Tuesday, couldn't have been anymore boring. They were planning to go to an orange orchard on the other side of Eerie, but it rained the whole day and caused all the eager students to be stuck inside. To add to their grumpy moods, the rain and wind outside made the inside of the mansion twice as cold. And while this was an inviting thing to the many young couples who cuddled next to each other, to Clark it was a nightmare.
Lana had officially stopped talking to him for a full twenty-four hours. It was madness. Clark couldn't think of anything enjoyable. Pete's attack, Chloe's attack, the two kids and their story about the Luthors - everything was twirling and spinning around his brain. Why couldn't he put any of it together? Maybe if he could talk to Chloe...but of course she wasn't speaking to him either.
'Gees, Day 3 in Eerie and already I've lost two of my closest friends.' He rolled over on his bed uncomfortably.
His room was his only solitude. It made up for his loft which he was desperately missing at the moment.
There was a sudden knock on his door. He looked up automatically thinking it was Lana. But as the door slowly opened it revealed the familiar face of Jason.
"Hey, um, I just needed to get one of my books. I hope I'm not bothering you, Clark," he stated rushing over to his backpack lying next his bed and began to rustle through it.
"Oh, no. It's fine." Clark noticed Jason pull out a small paperback novel. "What're you reading?"
"Um, just a little light reading. It's The Time Machine by H. G. Wells."
"Oh," Clark exclaimed growing more interest as he sat up fully, "you're into time traveling stuff, huh?"
"Well, sure. It sounds really cool. It's amazing how you could just skip all the wars and famine and fast forward straight to the good stuff." Jason looked up happily.
"Yeah. Or stop something from happening before it ever begins," Clark stated dreaming even more of using Lionel's device.
Jason became very silent at Clark's last remark. Clark glanced over to see if something was wrong, but Jason quickly flashed him a smirk and stood. "I guess I better leave to your thoughts then. I'll catch you later, Clark."
"Right. Later," Clark retorted as Jason shut the door behind him.
Clark sighed and tried to get comfortable again. He eventually dazed off into a weak sleep.
*~*~*
"Lana? Lana!"
Lana jerked as she saw Chloe's hand fly infront of her face. She looked over at her and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry. What's up?"
"I just wanted to say thank you for not following Pete and all his dumb friends into the World 'O Stuff to spy on me," she explained sitting next to Lana. They were settled in the squishy chairs next to the roaring fire in the lounge.
"Yeah, well it wasn't like they were urging me to go. I actually didn't even know they went until Clark told me afterwards." Lana looked sincerely at her roommate. "I'm sorry about them. They aren't to bright in the friendship department."
"I know. I just feel like I'm overreacting on this. I mean maybe I should just forgive them and this whole ghost attacking story could come to an end."
"No, Chloe. They need to figure out their trust issues first," Lana confirmed promptly.
"You sound like they distrusted you too. What happened?" Chloe asked curling up into the chair to gain more warmth.
"Oh, it's Clark. I just, I thought he was changing. And then I found out he was really starting to like me so I tried to get us together and the whole thing kind of blew over. I heard what he did with Pete and Lance and realized he's still the same old closed-off, non-trusting Clark Kent he always is," Lana said solemnly. "It's hard to have a relationship with someone like that."
Chloe thought about this slowly.
"Lana, I get what your saying, but I know Clark. He can be a tough puzzle to solve, but he's an awazing guy. He's just like you or me. He makes mistakes, too. Just cut him some slack."
Lana's mind began to become very frustrated.
"So does this mean you're going to forgive him, Pete, and Lance?" she wondered suddenly.
"I don't know. Maybe. When or if I find out what this whole ghost thing is about."
"Did you find anything else about it?"
Chloe paused.
"Not really."
They sat in silence watching the golden flames of the fire.
"Lana?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind me asking what you were doing if I was at World 'O Stuff with our three favorite males? You weren't hangin out with the cheerleading squad again were you?" Chloe asked smiling slightly.
Lana laughed. "No, I was browsing in the jewerly store with - "
Lana stopped suddenly.
"With...?" Chloe repeated eagerly.
"With Jason. He sort of - asked me to go with him to the dance on Friday."
"Wow, really? What did you say?" Chloe answered changing her postion in the chair.
"I didn't really say a definite answer," Lana admited truthfully. "Of course, that was before I yelled at Clark."
"And what about now? If Jason asked you right now, what would be your answer?"
Lana swallowed.
"I think I'd probably seriously consider it."
Chloe gave a satisfied nod and looked at the fire.
Lana was still uncomfortable. If she was so angry at Clark and his distrustfulness, then why was she still thinking about going to the dance with him?
"Actually I'd say yes. Definitely."
Chloe looked back up at Lana startled. She then smiled bewilderly.
Back in the room upstairs, Clark was listening intently with his super hearing as a quick, sharp pain tore into his heart. There were only three days left and they still couldn't find out what was behind the attacks. Plus, he lost Lana Lang, the girl of his dreams, forever.
*~*~*
a.n. i'm killing u aren't i? i kno! i'm killing myself! just bare with me okay? REVIEW!
btw, just e-mail me about the beta thing if u want. i'll beta G, PG, or PG- 13 stories (ones with clana included will be encouraged. hehe)
thas it 4 me! now it's ur time to review!