Chapter 11
Edward snuck out of the caves and roamed down the road, hungry. These days, he was always hungry and nothing short of a potential massacre could satisfy him. He broke into his super-run.
Soon, he arrived in Town Square, just down the street from the Talon. Dozens of police cars surrounded it, looking for clues. There were lots of people. To Edward, people meant food – food that he needed now.
Edward snuck up close, ready for his first kill. In a heartbeat, one policeman was down. He chewed a little of his ear, made sure he was dead, and then dragged him into a spot where he could stay unseen. He'd finish him later.
"Ben?" called out one of the policeman. Damn, someone noticed his death. No matter. Edward would just have to kill him too. "Ben?"
One slash and he was dead. Unfortunately, his action exposed him, and now all the officers had their guns trained on him.
Edward backed off, but crouched down low, waiting for the police to make their move. The odds impressed him; he smirked the best way a wolf could.
* * *
Clark looked at the key, wondering how he could pick it up without letting Lionel see him. He was about to just pick it up with his superspeed when they heard a low howl from down the tunnel that led into a different section of the caves. They exchanged looks before deciding to investigate.
Squeezing through, Lionel made way to the new part of the caves, where they found a figure covered in curly red fur tied to a sizable rock. His features were both humanoid and canine-like at the same time. Lionel could only murmur, "Lex?"
The figure muttered the best he could with his snout, "Dad?"
Suddenly, the bonds tying him down to the rock burst into flame, freeing Lex. Lionel whirled around to spot Clark, who effectively pretended that he had no idea what had just happened.
Clark's eyes widened. "Mr. Luthor! Get down!"
Lex leapt at Lionel, who crouched down at the last possible second. Clark zipped in between them and tossed him backwards. Lionel got up, none the wiser. "He just jumped at me!"
"He's not exactly his usual self, Lionel," explained Clark unnecessarily.
"Get back," ordered Lionel.
"Why?"
"Get back!!" Lionel whipped out his nine-millimeter and fired two clean shots at Lex's chest, causing him to stumble backwards. "Go for the exit!"
Clark hesitated at the sight of seeing Lex go down from the two shots, but changed his mind and bolted for the exit when he saw him get up. He went through the exit and ran to the spot where he found the key. He picked it up and pocketed it, all the while having to listen to more gunshots coming from the cave he left. A moment later, Lionel came out of the tunnel, gun still in hand.
"The bullets have no effect!" noted Lionel.
Clark instinctively felt for his coat pocket, where he had hid the silver bullets he found from Edward's room. Perhaps they had an effect... but he didn't want to use Lex as a test dummy. He kept quiet.
Lionel and Clark ran for the exit, welcomed by the sight of the moonlight. They scurried for the limo and got inside. The limo driver showed no emotion. "Where shall it be, sir?"
"Anywhere but here!"
As the limo pulled away, Clark looked back at the caves. Lex leaped out of the entrance to the caves and landed almost a meter behind the limo, causing a loud thump. Lionel heard this and whirled around to look out the back window. He pulled out the 9mm and took aim, firing the last bullet in the clip. The bullet shattered the glass and kept traveling, hitting Lex right in the chest. The slug managed to daze him, thus slowing him down too much to keep up with the limo.
Clark looked at Lionel, still shocked that he was shooting at his own son. But he couldn't help but comment, "Nice shot."
* * *
They were halfway to the town when Lionel noticed Clark's plant. "That plant. Where did you get it from?"
Clark stuttered, "I... snuck into Edward's house, to find clues. I found this too."
Clark reached into his pocket and pulled out the pack of silver bullets he found underneath Edward's desk. He reluctantly handed them to Lionel, who inspected the package.
"Silver? Why would a teenager carry around silver ammunition?"
"I don't know. That's why I took it," explained Clark. He peered out the window. "Oh God..."
Lionel followed his gaze, doing the best he could from a side window. They were approaching the Talon, where dozens of limp bodies lied around and cars were overturned.
* * *
Clark hurried out of the limo and ran to the nearest police officer. He was dead. He went over to check on the next. Dead.
There weren't as many officers as there were earlier, but they were all dead. Sheriff Adams was nowhere in sight. Lionel got out of the limo and inspected the scene as well. Total, there were about ten lifeless people.
"What happened here?" he wondered aloud.
A chill shook down his spine. Low howls erupted from alleys and corners everywhere. It felt like they were surrounded.
Two figures stepped out from behind an alley next to the Talon. Like Edward and Lex, they were covered in fur. Two more appeared from out of the hardware shop. Soon, the other half of the police force that hadn't been killed was in full view and under the curse of the werewolf.
"Lionel?" whispered Clark.
"Yeah, Clark?"
"Close your eyes."
Clark fired two blasts of heat vision at the nearest werewolf, then knocked another one off the ground by ramming him at super-speed. He did this again and again until all the werewolves were gazed, then went to attend Lionel.
"What happened?" asked Lionel as he opened his eyes and saw the dazed wolves.
"I picked up a flash bang grenade from one of the police officers," lied Clark. "Let's get out of here!"
But the limo driver had panicked and sped away without them. Lionel looked in defeat as he watched the taillights disappear from view. "He's fired."
The wolves shook off their daze and approached Clark and Lionel.
Edward snuck out of the caves and roamed down the road, hungry. These days, he was always hungry and nothing short of a potential massacre could satisfy him. He broke into his super-run.
Soon, he arrived in Town Square, just down the street from the Talon. Dozens of police cars surrounded it, looking for clues. There were lots of people. To Edward, people meant food – food that he needed now.
Edward snuck up close, ready for his first kill. In a heartbeat, one policeman was down. He chewed a little of his ear, made sure he was dead, and then dragged him into a spot where he could stay unseen. He'd finish him later.
"Ben?" called out one of the policeman. Damn, someone noticed his death. No matter. Edward would just have to kill him too. "Ben?"
One slash and he was dead. Unfortunately, his action exposed him, and now all the officers had their guns trained on him.
Edward backed off, but crouched down low, waiting for the police to make their move. The odds impressed him; he smirked the best way a wolf could.
* * *
Clark looked at the key, wondering how he could pick it up without letting Lionel see him. He was about to just pick it up with his superspeed when they heard a low howl from down the tunnel that led into a different section of the caves. They exchanged looks before deciding to investigate.
Squeezing through, Lionel made way to the new part of the caves, where they found a figure covered in curly red fur tied to a sizable rock. His features were both humanoid and canine-like at the same time. Lionel could only murmur, "Lex?"
The figure muttered the best he could with his snout, "Dad?"
Suddenly, the bonds tying him down to the rock burst into flame, freeing Lex. Lionel whirled around to spot Clark, who effectively pretended that he had no idea what had just happened.
Clark's eyes widened. "Mr. Luthor! Get down!"
Lex leapt at Lionel, who crouched down at the last possible second. Clark zipped in between them and tossed him backwards. Lionel got up, none the wiser. "He just jumped at me!"
"He's not exactly his usual self, Lionel," explained Clark unnecessarily.
"Get back," ordered Lionel.
"Why?"
"Get back!!" Lionel whipped out his nine-millimeter and fired two clean shots at Lex's chest, causing him to stumble backwards. "Go for the exit!"
Clark hesitated at the sight of seeing Lex go down from the two shots, but changed his mind and bolted for the exit when he saw him get up. He went through the exit and ran to the spot where he found the key. He picked it up and pocketed it, all the while having to listen to more gunshots coming from the cave he left. A moment later, Lionel came out of the tunnel, gun still in hand.
"The bullets have no effect!" noted Lionel.
Clark instinctively felt for his coat pocket, where he had hid the silver bullets he found from Edward's room. Perhaps they had an effect... but he didn't want to use Lex as a test dummy. He kept quiet.
Lionel and Clark ran for the exit, welcomed by the sight of the moonlight. They scurried for the limo and got inside. The limo driver showed no emotion. "Where shall it be, sir?"
"Anywhere but here!"
As the limo pulled away, Clark looked back at the caves. Lex leaped out of the entrance to the caves and landed almost a meter behind the limo, causing a loud thump. Lionel heard this and whirled around to look out the back window. He pulled out the 9mm and took aim, firing the last bullet in the clip. The bullet shattered the glass and kept traveling, hitting Lex right in the chest. The slug managed to daze him, thus slowing him down too much to keep up with the limo.
Clark looked at Lionel, still shocked that he was shooting at his own son. But he couldn't help but comment, "Nice shot."
* * *
They were halfway to the town when Lionel noticed Clark's plant. "That plant. Where did you get it from?"
Clark stuttered, "I... snuck into Edward's house, to find clues. I found this too."
Clark reached into his pocket and pulled out the pack of silver bullets he found underneath Edward's desk. He reluctantly handed them to Lionel, who inspected the package.
"Silver? Why would a teenager carry around silver ammunition?"
"I don't know. That's why I took it," explained Clark. He peered out the window. "Oh God..."
Lionel followed his gaze, doing the best he could from a side window. They were approaching the Talon, where dozens of limp bodies lied around and cars were overturned.
* * *
Clark hurried out of the limo and ran to the nearest police officer. He was dead. He went over to check on the next. Dead.
There weren't as many officers as there were earlier, but they were all dead. Sheriff Adams was nowhere in sight. Lionel got out of the limo and inspected the scene as well. Total, there were about ten lifeless people.
"What happened here?" he wondered aloud.
A chill shook down his spine. Low howls erupted from alleys and corners everywhere. It felt like they were surrounded.
Two figures stepped out from behind an alley next to the Talon. Like Edward and Lex, they were covered in fur. Two more appeared from out of the hardware shop. Soon, the other half of the police force that hadn't been killed was in full view and under the curse of the werewolf.
"Lionel?" whispered Clark.
"Yeah, Clark?"
"Close your eyes."
Clark fired two blasts of heat vision at the nearest werewolf, then knocked another one off the ground by ramming him at super-speed. He did this again and again until all the werewolves were gazed, then went to attend Lionel.
"What happened?" asked Lionel as he opened his eyes and saw the dazed wolves.
"I picked up a flash bang grenade from one of the police officers," lied Clark. "Let's get out of here!"
But the limo driver had panicked and sped away without them. Lionel looked in defeat as he watched the taillights disappear from view. "He's fired."
The wolves shook off their daze and approached Clark and Lionel.