I'm really sorry for neglecting this story, but don't worry I'll be finishing it soon!
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Lex had been shuffling through a stack of papers that were on his desk. His eyes roamed past the assorted words and numbers. Business as usual.
"Mr. Luthor." A man's voice broke Lex's train of thought.
Lex had put down the paper that was in his hand. He cast his look away from the papers and onto the man that had entered his office.
"Mr. Lawry." Lex greeted him professionally.
"I heard that you wanted to talk with me about something?" Mr. Lawry stopped before Lex's desk.
"Yes..I just wanted to make sure you were still on for hosting the upcoming Smallville High film festival..I know that you've taken an interest to it what with your son participating and all" Lex kept his hand underneath his chin.
"Oh, you bet." Mr. Lawry said cheerfully. "My son is a sure candidate to win."
"You sound awfully confient." Lex told him with a neutral tone of voice.
"My boy's a shoe in. He's a great director." Mr. Lawry kept his warm expression.
"I'm sure he is." Lex told him. His cool demeanor never faltering.
"Well, I'll let you get back to your work Mr. Luthor." Mr. Lawry told him.
Mr. Lawry had approached the doors that had led him into the office originally. He moved to absentmindedly wipe his wrist–there was no watch.
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Lana was found wiping down the countertop inside of the Talon. Her mind had been on the focus of last night's events.
"Lana, are you ok?" Clark's voice suddenly broke in.
"What?" Lana said incoherently and snapped out of her trance. "Oh..yeah..I'm fine." Lana forced a smile and a casual laugh.
"Are you sure?" Clark asked, a look of concern tainted his features.
Lana had set aside the rag she had been using to wipe the counter and picked up a tray that held two mugs of coffee. She maneuvered away from the front counter and set the orders of the coffee to two elderly women who had been sitting at a table..postponing Clark's question for a moment.
"It's just..things with Whitney." Lana said, she put aside a strand of her dark hair and returned to her place behind the counter.
"He's still doing ok?" Clark asked..he couldn't help but feel for the guy..he had lost his father.
"Yeah..that's what he tells me anyway." Lana raised both of her brows that indicated resentment. She knew Whitney hadn't always been completely open with her on occasion. "It's just..I went over to go visit him last night." Lana had managed to keep her look away from Clark.
"What happened? Clark asked her tentatively.
Lana held off for a moment. Her look was still on the surface of the newly wiped countertop. "We..got close." Lana said. Her tone bordered on hushed.
"What do you me-'' Clark had broken off..his mind finally understanding what she had meant. "Oh." Clark said to finish off his statement. His eyes wandered partially to the counter as well.
"We..almost..got close." Lana concluded.
Clark silently breathed a sigh of relief. He'd by lying if he said that he wasn't happy that they hadn't gotten that close. Although he had his new romance with Chloe, there were still those underlying feelings that were attached to Lana.
"So..are you ok?" Clark finally asked again. He was unsure of what to say.
"Yeah.." Lana broke off. "..It's just..getting that close with Whitney with the circumstances..just didn't seem right." Lana offered a casual shrug. "..So how are things with you and Chloe?" Lana said to break the inevitable silence that fell. She brought her look forwards to view Clark, finally.
"What do you mean..?" Clark kept his unbelievable look of bewilderment. He wasn't sure if Lana had been officially told of his and Chloe's budding romance.
"I mean..how are things between you two?" Lana said, a small laugh followed. She could tell that Clark was quite reserved on the matter.
"..Things are..good." Clark said to her and swallowed gently. As far as he knew, she didn't seem to be upset by it.
"..Good." Lana nodded firmly, once again going back to carefully wipe down the countertop.
"..Yeah..Good." Clark said again. He matched his previous tone, and with it came a half generic smile.
As night fell upon the town of Smallville, most people could be found going to bed. They might be tucking in their little kids, or heading on the computer, partaking in each one's own nightly activities. For Chloe Sullivan, it meant spending a long night at the Torch offices within Smallvile High.
"Finally, done." Chloe said with a sigh of relief. She hit enter on the button to save her work. After it had been saved, she made sure to turn off the computer.
Chloe had risen to her feet and grabbed her bag. Her free hand rummaged through it, the intrepid reporter searched for her car keys. While Chloe's look was diverted downwards to view the contents of her bag, a faint knock was heard at the door. She lifted her look to find no one there.
"..Hello..?" Chloe asked, a brow had crinkled. No one had seemed to be there. She was unsure of whether or not the lack of sleep was making itself known to her by way of figments of her imagination.
Brushing this off, Chloe had finally retrieved her keys. She kept them in her hand, and turned the lights off. With her bag slung over her shoulder, she closed the door to the Torch and proceeded to lock the door. A sudden bang resonated throughout the empty and dark hallway. Chloe's body jumped. It was the sound of someone or something hitting the lockers.
"Hello..!?" Chloe raised her voice louder, still glued to her spot.
There was no response.
Chloe had taken in a small breath and had quickly started off in the opposite direction of the loud noise. As she headed towards the stairway at the end of the hall, the sound of her keys jangling in her hand were the only ones in the dark hallway. Again, there was another loud crash. Chloe stopped for a moment and hadn't bothered to turn around. Her body tensed. Within a moment, she was ready and willing to get herself outside. Memories of Shawn Colvin idly tramped through her mind..and how he had tried to steal her body heat while she had been alone inside of the school at night.
Once Chloe had reached the top of the stairs, a sudden force had pressed itself against her back. She emitted a small yelp as her body went tumbling forwards along the hard steps that begun to lead the way to the first floor of the school. Disoriented, Chloe grit her teeth and pressed her hands against the floor to get herself to her feet. In an instant, she scrambled towards the second flight of stairs leading to the first floor.
Now she had known someone was with her. Going as fast ass he could, Chloe had endured the small pains that ached through her body and reached the front doors that led into and out of Smallville High. She gave it a quick push, but to no avail the doors wouldn't budge.
"Oh no." Chloe muttered breathlessly.
The janitor had apparently locked up. Scared, she turned around carefully, and pressed her body against the doorway as she looked down to the other end of the darkened hallway. Her only other chance was to head to the side exit that was there. She kept silent, her eyes squinting through the pervading darkness of the hallway to try and see if she could see her attacker.
Chloe decided to go for it. She did her best to run through the hallway, but by the time she reached the middle, she felt a sudden hold around her smaller body. Instinct had taken over, and Chloe quickly stamped her foot on the attacker's. Hearing a groan, Chloe squirmed her way free and broke off towards the end of the hallway, finishing her journey.
She pushed the door open and the cool night's breeze hit her. Chloe didn't have time to indulge in it. She began to make her way around the side of the building, not bothering to look back. Once she had reached her red, Volkswagen Beetle convertible, she habitually tried to open it. The door remained shut. Realizing that she needed her keys, Chloe was about to search for them before she remembered that she must've dropped them when she was pushed down the stairs. Panicked, she began to move away from her car..she hoped that her attacker hadn't been following her.
Weaving her way through the maze of leftover cars in the parking lot, Chloe did her best to try and endure the bruises sporadically placed on her body. Running, she managed to keep hold of her bag, and disappeared into the night.
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Lex had been shuffling through a stack of papers that were on his desk. His eyes roamed past the assorted words and numbers. Business as usual.
"Mr. Luthor." A man's voice broke Lex's train of thought.
Lex had put down the paper that was in his hand. He cast his look away from the papers and onto the man that had entered his office.
"Mr. Lawry." Lex greeted him professionally.
"I heard that you wanted to talk with me about something?" Mr. Lawry stopped before Lex's desk.
"Yes..I just wanted to make sure you were still on for hosting the upcoming Smallville High film festival..I know that you've taken an interest to it what with your son participating and all" Lex kept his hand underneath his chin.
"Oh, you bet." Mr. Lawry said cheerfully. "My son is a sure candidate to win."
"You sound awfully confient." Lex told him with a neutral tone of voice.
"My boy's a shoe in. He's a great director." Mr. Lawry kept his warm expression.
"I'm sure he is." Lex told him. His cool demeanor never faltering.
"Well, I'll let you get back to your work Mr. Luthor." Mr. Lawry told him.
Mr. Lawry had approached the doors that had led him into the office originally. He moved to absentmindedly wipe his wrist–there was no watch.
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Lana was found wiping down the countertop inside of the Talon. Her mind had been on the focus of last night's events.
"Lana, are you ok?" Clark's voice suddenly broke in.
"What?" Lana said incoherently and snapped out of her trance. "Oh..yeah..I'm fine." Lana forced a smile and a casual laugh.
"Are you sure?" Clark asked, a look of concern tainted his features.
Lana had set aside the rag she had been using to wipe the counter and picked up a tray that held two mugs of coffee. She maneuvered away from the front counter and set the orders of the coffee to two elderly women who had been sitting at a table..postponing Clark's question for a moment.
"It's just..things with Whitney." Lana said, she put aside a strand of her dark hair and returned to her place behind the counter.
"He's still doing ok?" Clark asked..he couldn't help but feel for the guy..he had lost his father.
"Yeah..that's what he tells me anyway." Lana raised both of her brows that indicated resentment. She knew Whitney hadn't always been completely open with her on occasion. "It's just..I went over to go visit him last night." Lana had managed to keep her look away from Clark.
"What happened? Clark asked her tentatively.
Lana held off for a moment. Her look was still on the surface of the newly wiped countertop. "We..got close." Lana said. Her tone bordered on hushed.
"What do you me-'' Clark had broken off..his mind finally understanding what she had meant. "Oh." Clark said to finish off his statement. His eyes wandered partially to the counter as well.
"We..almost..got close." Lana concluded.
Clark silently breathed a sigh of relief. He'd by lying if he said that he wasn't happy that they hadn't gotten that close. Although he had his new romance with Chloe, there were still those underlying feelings that were attached to Lana.
"So..are you ok?" Clark finally asked again. He was unsure of what to say.
"Yeah.." Lana broke off. "..It's just..getting that close with Whitney with the circumstances..just didn't seem right." Lana offered a casual shrug. "..So how are things with you and Chloe?" Lana said to break the inevitable silence that fell. She brought her look forwards to view Clark, finally.
"What do you mean..?" Clark kept his unbelievable look of bewilderment. He wasn't sure if Lana had been officially told of his and Chloe's budding romance.
"I mean..how are things between you two?" Lana said, a small laugh followed. She could tell that Clark was quite reserved on the matter.
"..Things are..good." Clark said to her and swallowed gently. As far as he knew, she didn't seem to be upset by it.
"..Good." Lana nodded firmly, once again going back to carefully wipe down the countertop.
"..Yeah..Good." Clark said again. He matched his previous tone, and with it came a half generic smile.
As night fell upon the town of Smallville, most people could be found going to bed. They might be tucking in their little kids, or heading on the computer, partaking in each one's own nightly activities. For Chloe Sullivan, it meant spending a long night at the Torch offices within Smallvile High.
"Finally, done." Chloe said with a sigh of relief. She hit enter on the button to save her work. After it had been saved, she made sure to turn off the computer.
Chloe had risen to her feet and grabbed her bag. Her free hand rummaged through it, the intrepid reporter searched for her car keys. While Chloe's look was diverted downwards to view the contents of her bag, a faint knock was heard at the door. She lifted her look to find no one there.
"..Hello..?" Chloe asked, a brow had crinkled. No one had seemed to be there. She was unsure of whether or not the lack of sleep was making itself known to her by way of figments of her imagination.
Brushing this off, Chloe had finally retrieved her keys. She kept them in her hand, and turned the lights off. With her bag slung over her shoulder, she closed the door to the Torch and proceeded to lock the door. A sudden bang resonated throughout the empty and dark hallway. Chloe's body jumped. It was the sound of someone or something hitting the lockers.
"Hello..!?" Chloe raised her voice louder, still glued to her spot.
There was no response.
Chloe had taken in a small breath and had quickly started off in the opposite direction of the loud noise. As she headed towards the stairway at the end of the hall, the sound of her keys jangling in her hand were the only ones in the dark hallway. Again, there was another loud crash. Chloe stopped for a moment and hadn't bothered to turn around. Her body tensed. Within a moment, she was ready and willing to get herself outside. Memories of Shawn Colvin idly tramped through her mind..and how he had tried to steal her body heat while she had been alone inside of the school at night.
Once Chloe had reached the top of the stairs, a sudden force had pressed itself against her back. She emitted a small yelp as her body went tumbling forwards along the hard steps that begun to lead the way to the first floor of the school. Disoriented, Chloe grit her teeth and pressed her hands against the floor to get herself to her feet. In an instant, she scrambled towards the second flight of stairs leading to the first floor.
Now she had known someone was with her. Going as fast ass he could, Chloe had endured the small pains that ached through her body and reached the front doors that led into and out of Smallville High. She gave it a quick push, but to no avail the doors wouldn't budge.
"Oh no." Chloe muttered breathlessly.
The janitor had apparently locked up. Scared, she turned around carefully, and pressed her body against the doorway as she looked down to the other end of the darkened hallway. Her only other chance was to head to the side exit that was there. She kept silent, her eyes squinting through the pervading darkness of the hallway to try and see if she could see her attacker.
Chloe decided to go for it. She did her best to run through the hallway, but by the time she reached the middle, she felt a sudden hold around her smaller body. Instinct had taken over, and Chloe quickly stamped her foot on the attacker's. Hearing a groan, Chloe squirmed her way free and broke off towards the end of the hallway, finishing her journey.
She pushed the door open and the cool night's breeze hit her. Chloe didn't have time to indulge in it. She began to make her way around the side of the building, not bothering to look back. Once she had reached her red, Volkswagen Beetle convertible, she habitually tried to open it. The door remained shut. Realizing that she needed her keys, Chloe was about to search for them before she remembered that she must've dropped them when she was pushed down the stairs. Panicked, she began to move away from her car..she hoped that her attacker hadn't been following her.
Weaving her way through the maze of leftover cars in the parking lot, Chloe did her best to try and endure the bruises sporadically placed on her body. Running, she managed to keep hold of her bag, and disappeared into the night.