Experiment 001
Chapter 8: Pete's Decision
Pete couldn't understand the sudden need he felt to go to Clark's house. He just had a gut feeling that he needed to be there. As he drove, his uneasiness grew. Had Alley said something? Clark hadn't really talked about what her...he hadn't really talked about anything. And that frightened Pete. Clark had been out of it so badly since that event at the Talon.
Pete was starting to worry that Lex had done something. Maybe Alley had just been bait to lure Clark into some kind of trap? Or maybe the reason Clark had been acting so strangely was because Lex had Clark's parents and was using them against him?!
He wasn't sure, but he knew that Clark needed him. Something in the back of his head was screaming at him.
As he drove, he noticed a car on the side of the rode. Its driver stood next to it. Nothing too out of the ordinary. But what caught Pete's eye did. In the reddish glow of dusk, the inside of a car would not glow radioactive green. Pete quickly pulled the car over right in front of the "broken down" vehicle and jumped out.
He took a deep breath to try to calm his nerves. He couldn't help Clark if whoever it was caught him too. "Can I help you, sir?"
The man looked up and Pete quickly noticed that it was the man who had attacked Alley at the Talon. "No!" He said far too quickly. "I have everything under control!"
"Pete...?" A feminine voice whispered. "Pete...help me..."
"Alley!" Pete called back. He looked into the back window; Alley looked up at him with tear filled eyes. Her hands were behind her back, and her ankles were bound together by zip-ties. He looked at the man, "What the hell...?"
"Pete...help me," Alley begged, "tsukai...don't let him..."
Pete turned to the man just as the man swung his fist at him. Pete ducked at the last second and swung back. He caught the man in his midsection and as the man doubled over, hit him on the head with all of his might. As the man crumpled to the ground, semi-unconscious, Pete threw the door open and pulled Alley out.
He scooped her into his arms; he had nothing to cut the zip-ties that bound her wrists and ankles. "You're alright! I got you," he tried to soothe her.
"Pete..." she continued to cry. Her body shook uncontrollably, her face was incredibly pale, and her skin was icy to the touch.
"Don't worry," Pete answered, carrying her to his car, "I'm going to get you to a hospital. You'll be okay."
"No," she answered weakly. "No, hos-tal..." She paused for a moment, "Alex...home. Pleas...take me..."
Pete felt that his brain was working in slow-motion. He carefully put her in the car and got in himself. He was unsure weather or not he should take her to a hospital. She looked pretty bad. What if that man had done something to her? What if he had given her some type of drugs?! "Alley, I have to take you to a hospital!"
"Cy...won't understand. Alex...Alex inay...way-ai...shjon...Kal-El...no...protect Kal- El."
Pete watched her for a moment, then made his decision.
A/N: Sorry about the delay people. I never did go to Alaska. A lot has happened to me in the past 2 weeks. But writing is my therapy. Always has been.
The last chapter was the mid point of the story, it is not by far the climax, but yeah, the last chapter gave you the last of most of the information, so now we can get to the real story. I'm not exactly in a happy mood, so my writing might reflect that...this story has been labeled "angst" from the beginning, so now you will start to see more of that.
This is not a very funny fic, I'm sorry to say, but if it gets too sad, leave me a review saying that it could use a joke or two. I'll try to oblige. Sometimes angst can be a little too much, a joke every now and then is good.
So, I believe I will get to writing more. It helps to get out of reality sometimes.
Please review.
Chapter 8: Pete's Decision
Pete couldn't understand the sudden need he felt to go to Clark's house. He just had a gut feeling that he needed to be there. As he drove, his uneasiness grew. Had Alley said something? Clark hadn't really talked about what her...he hadn't really talked about anything. And that frightened Pete. Clark had been out of it so badly since that event at the Talon.
Pete was starting to worry that Lex had done something. Maybe Alley had just been bait to lure Clark into some kind of trap? Or maybe the reason Clark had been acting so strangely was because Lex had Clark's parents and was using them against him?!
He wasn't sure, but he knew that Clark needed him. Something in the back of his head was screaming at him.
As he drove, he noticed a car on the side of the rode. Its driver stood next to it. Nothing too out of the ordinary. But what caught Pete's eye did. In the reddish glow of dusk, the inside of a car would not glow radioactive green. Pete quickly pulled the car over right in front of the "broken down" vehicle and jumped out.
He took a deep breath to try to calm his nerves. He couldn't help Clark if whoever it was caught him too. "Can I help you, sir?"
The man looked up and Pete quickly noticed that it was the man who had attacked Alley at the Talon. "No!" He said far too quickly. "I have everything under control!"
"Pete...?" A feminine voice whispered. "Pete...help me..."
"Alley!" Pete called back. He looked into the back window; Alley looked up at him with tear filled eyes. Her hands were behind her back, and her ankles were bound together by zip-ties. He looked at the man, "What the hell...?"
"Pete...help me," Alley begged, "tsukai...don't let him..."
Pete turned to the man just as the man swung his fist at him. Pete ducked at the last second and swung back. He caught the man in his midsection and as the man doubled over, hit him on the head with all of his might. As the man crumpled to the ground, semi-unconscious, Pete threw the door open and pulled Alley out.
He scooped her into his arms; he had nothing to cut the zip-ties that bound her wrists and ankles. "You're alright! I got you," he tried to soothe her.
"Pete..." she continued to cry. Her body shook uncontrollably, her face was incredibly pale, and her skin was icy to the touch.
"Don't worry," Pete answered, carrying her to his car, "I'm going to get you to a hospital. You'll be okay."
"No," she answered weakly. "No, hos-tal..." She paused for a moment, "Alex...home. Pleas...take me..."
Pete felt that his brain was working in slow-motion. He carefully put her in the car and got in himself. He was unsure weather or not he should take her to a hospital. She looked pretty bad. What if that man had done something to her? What if he had given her some type of drugs?! "Alley, I have to take you to a hospital!"
"Cy...won't understand. Alex...Alex inay...way-ai...shjon...Kal-El...no...protect Kal- El."
Pete watched her for a moment, then made his decision.
A/N: Sorry about the delay people. I never did go to Alaska. A lot has happened to me in the past 2 weeks. But writing is my therapy. Always has been.
The last chapter was the mid point of the story, it is not by far the climax, but yeah, the last chapter gave you the last of most of the information, so now we can get to the real story. I'm not exactly in a happy mood, so my writing might reflect that...this story has been labeled "angst" from the beginning, so now you will start to see more of that.
This is not a very funny fic, I'm sorry to say, but if it gets too sad, leave me a review saying that it could use a joke or two. I'll try to oblige. Sometimes angst can be a little too much, a joke every now and then is good.
So, I believe I will get to writing more. It helps to get out of reality sometimes.
Please review.