PART TWO
Chloe dangled Lana, the helpless pink backpack, over the terrifying jaws of the menacing, growling meat grinder!
"I'll just throw this away, then," Chloe said aloud.
"No!" Lana tried to scream! "Don't abandon me by leaving me to the maw of death!!!"
But she could not speak, for she was a backpack and had no mouth!
Chloe dropped Lana!
Lana screamed, but Chloe could not hear, for Lana, as a backpack, had no mouth to speak.
Yet a powerful gust of wind flowed into the talon, like shimmering raven locks of Lana's lustrous hair, and blew Lana out of the way of the meat grinder.
"Saved!" cried Lana. But she could not speak it aloud, though she wished it, for she was but a backpack, alone and abandoned now, on the floor!
Chloe, however, did not notice, for she had turned around.
"Now that I have disposed of the backpack," Chloe said to herself, "I will go on about my journalistic business, and I will think of Clark and how cute he is. Lana's really pretty, too!"
Chloe abandoned Lana on the floor of the Talon. Saddened now, Lana shed copious tears, tears of lint, for backpacks have no tear ducts. The lint was pink, pink like the glorious blush of Lana's radiant cheeks! It sprinkled like snow upon the hard wooden floor, the floor upon which many boots had trodden; like Lana, the floor had been abused, abandoned, and disregarded by everyone who encountered it.
"Adam!" she thought suddenly. "I felt we had a connection in the hospital. Maybe if I think hard enough, he will hear me, hear my pleas for help, and rescue me from this dire cloth prison!"
"Adam!" thought she. "Adam, my love, come and rescue me!"
But Adam did not come!
She heard the tromping of boots. The boots of a very sexy man approaching. Lana turned appealingly to the entrance, and saw Lex Luthor looming in the distance, closing in on the doorway.
"I will now pay a visit to the beauteous woman my best friend Clark is in love with." Lex said aloud.
He was heading home, carrying a vat of acid because he had many scientists in his employ who did experiments for him! Lex carried it carelessly, not paying much attention. It bumped his leg though, and Lex became curious about just how corrosive this acid was.
"Gee," Lex said, "I hope the scientists that are in my employ are not planning anything evil with this acid. For it is my father who does evil, and I am good."
He noticed a pink backpack, lying disregarded by a meat grinder. The meat grinder growled and roared menacingly at him. Lex frowned.
"I don't want to upset the gloriously beautiful woman with the raven hair and sparkling eyes who toils here, so I will not pour it in the meat grinder. Instead I will pour it on that abandoned backpack."
Lana, knowing Lex did not recognize her, had begun to daydream. Yet at the mention of the word 'abandoned' she knew he was talking about her. Her heart sank when she saw the big bottle labeled 'ACID'.
"Oh no, now Lex has abandoned me too," Lana moaned. But Lex did not hear her, for she was a backpack.
He approached, his boots slapping sexily against the forlorn floor of the Talon-forlorn, and so sad. Sad like Lana.
He raised the acid to pour it onto the backpack, not realizing it was actually Lana, trapped in her helpless cloth body.
"NO LEX NO NO NO!!" Lana screamed. But he could not hear her, for as a backpack, she did not possess a mouth!!!
"I'll just test out this acid, then," Lex said to himself, and slowly tipped the bottle over to unleash the deadly wrath of the acidic base of the brew.
TO BE CONTINUED???
Will Lex murder Lana? Will Lana ever regain her human form, assuming Lex does not, without realizing it, kill and vaporize his beloved best friend's beloved?
Do you want to see more!!! Let me know!!!
Chloe dangled Lana, the helpless pink backpack, over the terrifying jaws of the menacing, growling meat grinder!
"I'll just throw this away, then," Chloe said aloud.
"No!" Lana tried to scream! "Don't abandon me by leaving me to the maw of death!!!"
But she could not speak, for she was a backpack and had no mouth!
Chloe dropped Lana!
Lana screamed, but Chloe could not hear, for Lana, as a backpack, had no mouth to speak.
Yet a powerful gust of wind flowed into the talon, like shimmering raven locks of Lana's lustrous hair, and blew Lana out of the way of the meat grinder.
"Saved!" cried Lana. But she could not speak it aloud, though she wished it, for she was but a backpack, alone and abandoned now, on the floor!
Chloe, however, did not notice, for she had turned around.
"Now that I have disposed of the backpack," Chloe said to herself, "I will go on about my journalistic business, and I will think of Clark and how cute he is. Lana's really pretty, too!"
Chloe abandoned Lana on the floor of the Talon. Saddened now, Lana shed copious tears, tears of lint, for backpacks have no tear ducts. The lint was pink, pink like the glorious blush of Lana's radiant cheeks! It sprinkled like snow upon the hard wooden floor, the floor upon which many boots had trodden; like Lana, the floor had been abused, abandoned, and disregarded by everyone who encountered it.
"Adam!" she thought suddenly. "I felt we had a connection in the hospital. Maybe if I think hard enough, he will hear me, hear my pleas for help, and rescue me from this dire cloth prison!"
"Adam!" thought she. "Adam, my love, come and rescue me!"
But Adam did not come!
She heard the tromping of boots. The boots of a very sexy man approaching. Lana turned appealingly to the entrance, and saw Lex Luthor looming in the distance, closing in on the doorway.
"I will now pay a visit to the beauteous woman my best friend Clark is in love with." Lex said aloud.
He was heading home, carrying a vat of acid because he had many scientists in his employ who did experiments for him! Lex carried it carelessly, not paying much attention. It bumped his leg though, and Lex became curious about just how corrosive this acid was.
"Gee," Lex said, "I hope the scientists that are in my employ are not planning anything evil with this acid. For it is my father who does evil, and I am good."
He noticed a pink backpack, lying disregarded by a meat grinder. The meat grinder growled and roared menacingly at him. Lex frowned.
"I don't want to upset the gloriously beautiful woman with the raven hair and sparkling eyes who toils here, so I will not pour it in the meat grinder. Instead I will pour it on that abandoned backpack."
Lana, knowing Lex did not recognize her, had begun to daydream. Yet at the mention of the word 'abandoned' she knew he was talking about her. Her heart sank when she saw the big bottle labeled 'ACID'.
"Oh no, now Lex has abandoned me too," Lana moaned. But Lex did not hear her, for she was a backpack.
He approached, his boots slapping sexily against the forlorn floor of the Talon-forlorn, and so sad. Sad like Lana.
He raised the acid to pour it onto the backpack, not realizing it was actually Lana, trapped in her helpless cloth body.
"NO LEX NO NO NO!!" Lana screamed. But he could not hear her, for as a backpack, she did not possess a mouth!!!
"I'll just test out this acid, then," Lex said to himself, and slowly tipped the bottle over to unleash the deadly wrath of the acidic base of the brew.
TO BE CONTINUED???
Will Lex murder Lana? Will Lana ever regain her human form, assuming Lex does not, without realizing it, kill and vaporize his beloved best friend's beloved?
Do you want to see more!!! Let me know!!!