"Gotcha!" exclaimed Chloe as a key finally dug into the doorknob. She twisted it, hearing the familiar clicking noise when it was secured. Chloe put the keys back into her purse, and started her way down the hallway to the main lobey. She heard her shoes constantly clacking against the ground which seemed eerie to her. Whenever Chloe heard them she had the oddest feeling someone was following her, right behind her...
'Stop it Chloe, you're letting all of these stories getting to you.' she thought. It was October, a very warm one, and people's imaginations were getting the best of them. Though it did seem like paranoia was sweeping Smallville like an epidemic.
Chloe stopped. Did she hear breathing? No. That was her own breathing. Nobody else could be in the school, everything was locked down this time of year to protect the school from teens looking for a halloween prank. Sullivan continued down the hallways, noticing that she had gone in a complete circle.
'I must really be tired.' she thought, now consciously guiding her movements. And there it was again, the sound of very heavy breathing. Chloe looked down a long hallway. She was certain the noise was coming from there. 'What the hell.' she thought, started to walk down the hallway. It was only a minute, and she would prove to herself that it was just her mind imaging things.
Chloe turned a sharp corner at the end of the hallway, gasping. "Clark!" she screamed. She saw Clark on his knees staring out the window, breathing heavily with tears running down his cheek.
Slowly he turned to her, but still not taking his eyes off of the window. Chloe could see his entire face was damp from sweat and tears. "Help me!" he yelled, his voice quivering with fear.
Chloe grabbed Clark's shoulders, but suddenly pulled back as Clark hurled. Chloe dodged the flying liquids, grabbing his shoulder's again, leading the teenager's head to the ground. Kent was obviously sick, but how sick? Chloe looked Clark over. Clark was breathing insanely fast, and he was breathing faster and faster. Chloe checked his pulse to see it the same. One beat was barely over before the next began. "Oh my god..." Chloe said as she realized what was happening. If this kept up Clark would have a heart attack. His heartbeat was allready faster than should be possible. Chloe layed Clark down right against his back, lifted his shirt. She her hands along his chest, trying to calm him down. What else was she to do?
Chloe wiped a tear away. "Clark, Clark... answer me. Clark, what's wrong?" she asked, but Clark seemed completely unaware of her.
"Help me! Help me... get it out... get out... get him again..." he muttered, his eyes unchanged from his hypnotic glare into thin air.
This rang a bell in Chloe's mind. Didn't Lana say things like this? And now she was in the hospital. But nobody mentioned symtoms as severe as Clark was having right now. Clark was throwing up, hyperventalating, his heart was in overtime, and he would stop thrashing about.
Chloe braught both hands to Clark's face. "Clark, settle down. Everything's allright. I'm here." she said. "I'm here Clark." she said. What was happening to Clark? She checked his pulse again. It was still faster.
It was gone.
Chloe blinked. Clark wasn't thrashing about, his pulse couldn't be felt, and he wasn't breathing. "Clark!" she screamed, moving her fingertips around Clark's wrist. There had to be a pulse. He couldn't be dead. There had to be a pulse. He couldn't be dead. iThere had to be a pulse/i
"Clark, no... don't do this... you can't die... you don't know how I..." she stammered, bringing both of her hands over his chest. She threw her body weight into pressing down onto his chest, then releasing. She kept on doing this, bringing her lips to his, trying to force air into his lungs. Clark was never sick. Clark was never sick, he was some sort of super man. He couldn't die now. Not before he graduated, not before he lived, not before he knew how Chloe really felt.
Clark fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore. The snakes continued to wrap themselves around him, but just as before with Justin and with that dream with Alex, Clark was powerless to fight them. He closed his eyes, embracing sleep. The sleep would end all of this.
The darkness continued to overtake Clark, but as he fell into the void he felt someone else. There was someone else there. Clark decided he wouldn't give up, and using his last ounce of mental energy, Clark faught back.
"Wake up. Please!" yelled Chloe, continuing CPR. Chloe smiled as she saw Clark's eyes moving. "Come on, Clark, come back..." she said. She felt his wrist again. A beat. "That's it Clark, come back to me."
"Alex?"
Chloe winced. "No, it's Chloe." she said, sitting the semi-conscious Clark upright. Her arms wrapped tightly around him. "It's Chloe." she said. "Clark, you're allright... you're allright..."
"Yes." he said, trying to figure out where he was.
"Clark, what happened?"
"Justin..."
"Justin? Justin who?"
Clark's eyes widened. "Justin's going to kill Alex." he said, trying to stand up. He succeeded with Chloe's help. "I need to get to the Luthor place."
"Allright, I'll drive you." said Chloe, confused. "Who is Justin?"
"No, I can get there myself." said, trying to stand up on his own. He still hadn't regained his strength though, to he fell back on Chloe's help. "Justin... it's her brother. He's trying to kill her. I have to stop him. He's been doing this to everyone. He isn't normal."
Chloe nodded in understand, walking out of the school with Clark supporting himself on her shoulder. He was recovering quickly, however, he was becoming more independant. "No, I'll drive you. It'll take you too long to walk there yourself." she said, bringing Clark to her car. She let go of Clark, grabbing her keys to unlock her bettle. "Here Clark, I'll drive." she turned around, turned around furthur, but there no sign of Clark.
'Stop it Chloe, you're letting all of these stories getting to you.' she thought. It was October, a very warm one, and people's imaginations were getting the best of them. Though it did seem like paranoia was sweeping Smallville like an epidemic.
Chloe stopped. Did she hear breathing? No. That was her own breathing. Nobody else could be in the school, everything was locked down this time of year to protect the school from teens looking for a halloween prank. Sullivan continued down the hallways, noticing that she had gone in a complete circle.
'I must really be tired.' she thought, now consciously guiding her movements. And there it was again, the sound of very heavy breathing. Chloe looked down a long hallway. She was certain the noise was coming from there. 'What the hell.' she thought, started to walk down the hallway. It was only a minute, and she would prove to herself that it was just her mind imaging things.
Chloe turned a sharp corner at the end of the hallway, gasping. "Clark!" she screamed. She saw Clark on his knees staring out the window, breathing heavily with tears running down his cheek.
Slowly he turned to her, but still not taking his eyes off of the window. Chloe could see his entire face was damp from sweat and tears. "Help me!" he yelled, his voice quivering with fear.
Chloe grabbed Clark's shoulders, but suddenly pulled back as Clark hurled. Chloe dodged the flying liquids, grabbing his shoulder's again, leading the teenager's head to the ground. Kent was obviously sick, but how sick? Chloe looked Clark over. Clark was breathing insanely fast, and he was breathing faster and faster. Chloe checked his pulse to see it the same. One beat was barely over before the next began. "Oh my god..." Chloe said as she realized what was happening. If this kept up Clark would have a heart attack. His heartbeat was allready faster than should be possible. Chloe layed Clark down right against his back, lifted his shirt. She her hands along his chest, trying to calm him down. What else was she to do?
Chloe wiped a tear away. "Clark, Clark... answer me. Clark, what's wrong?" she asked, but Clark seemed completely unaware of her.
"Help me! Help me... get it out... get out... get him again..." he muttered, his eyes unchanged from his hypnotic glare into thin air.
This rang a bell in Chloe's mind. Didn't Lana say things like this? And now she was in the hospital. But nobody mentioned symtoms as severe as Clark was having right now. Clark was throwing up, hyperventalating, his heart was in overtime, and he would stop thrashing about.
Chloe braught both hands to Clark's face. "Clark, settle down. Everything's allright. I'm here." she said. "I'm here Clark." she said. What was happening to Clark? She checked his pulse again. It was still faster.
It was gone.
Chloe blinked. Clark wasn't thrashing about, his pulse couldn't be felt, and he wasn't breathing. "Clark!" she screamed, moving her fingertips around Clark's wrist. There had to be a pulse. He couldn't be dead. There had to be a pulse. He couldn't be dead. iThere had to be a pulse/i
"Clark, no... don't do this... you can't die... you don't know how I..." she stammered, bringing both of her hands over his chest. She threw her body weight into pressing down onto his chest, then releasing. She kept on doing this, bringing her lips to his, trying to force air into his lungs. Clark was never sick. Clark was never sick, he was some sort of super man. He couldn't die now. Not before he graduated, not before he lived, not before he knew how Chloe really felt.
Clark fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore. The snakes continued to wrap themselves around him, but just as before with Justin and with that dream with Alex, Clark was powerless to fight them. He closed his eyes, embracing sleep. The sleep would end all of this.
The darkness continued to overtake Clark, but as he fell into the void he felt someone else. There was someone else there. Clark decided he wouldn't give up, and using his last ounce of mental energy, Clark faught back.
"Wake up. Please!" yelled Chloe, continuing CPR. Chloe smiled as she saw Clark's eyes moving. "Come on, Clark, come back..." she said. She felt his wrist again. A beat. "That's it Clark, come back to me."
"Alex?"
Chloe winced. "No, it's Chloe." she said, sitting the semi-conscious Clark upright. Her arms wrapped tightly around him. "It's Chloe." she said. "Clark, you're allright... you're allright..."
"Yes." he said, trying to figure out where he was.
"Clark, what happened?"
"Justin..."
"Justin? Justin who?"
Clark's eyes widened. "Justin's going to kill Alex." he said, trying to stand up. He succeeded with Chloe's help. "I need to get to the Luthor place."
"Allright, I'll drive you." said Chloe, confused. "Who is Justin?"
"No, I can get there myself." said, trying to stand up on his own. He still hadn't regained his strength though, to he fell back on Chloe's help. "Justin... it's her brother. He's trying to kill her. I have to stop him. He's been doing this to everyone. He isn't normal."
Chloe nodded in understand, walking out of the school with Clark supporting himself on her shoulder. He was recovering quickly, however, he was becoming more independant. "No, I'll drive you. It'll take you too long to walk there yourself." she said, bringing Clark to her car. She let go of Clark, grabbing her keys to unlock her bettle. "Here Clark, I'll drive." she turned around, turned around furthur, but there no sign of Clark.