Just Shut Up Already!
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Summary: Did you see that last chapter? Wasn't that just awesome? Yeah, I know. Okay, so Chloe has her car back. She turns the ignition and… BOOM!
A/N: I swear, there's a flock of wild parrots flying around my town, squawking very loudly. It sounds fake, but it's true. Apparently, 50 years ago they escaped from a pet store in Pasadena and now they've multiplied. So, because of those beautiful but scary birds, I keep having nightmares of my face being pecked so badly that I look inside out. Enjoy!
"Your life is in terrible danger."
"You've already said that."
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Lionel Luthor asks me.
"Yes, you're saying that you're going to kill me." I say. "But I've got a witness! I've got Bob!"
I look around for Bob, but he has already scrammed. I'm about to have a panic attack. I can't breath. Wait… what does a heart attack feel like again?
From the corner of my eye I can see a video security camera, but knowing Bob, it's probably not recording.
"No, Chloe, you're mistaken. I have no intention in harming you."
When I die, I hope my dad knows… wait. Did I hear that right?
"I don't believe you."
"You have no reason to trust me, but I ask that you do. Somebody wants you dead, and for once it's not me."
He backs away and leans against the counter where the cash register is held. I wonder if he's robbed it yet. I take a deep breath and sit in one of the plastic chairs that Bob keeps for his paying customers to sit in. He has told me many times that until I paid for my car services, I wasn't allowed to sit. But screw him, he left me alone with a murderer.
I bury my head in my hands. "I'm so confused."
"I know you are. I was too, at first. While in prison, I had a period of amnesia. Suddenly all of the hate I felt for you and Clark and even my own son vanished. I feel the need to help people. I want to help people. I want to atone for all my wrongdoing. That's why, when I heard about a hit out on you, I came to you almost immediately."
"A hit out on me? Yeah I knew about that." I say. "After all, you're the one who put it out on me."
"No, Chloe. The day the change happened to me, I made my calls and put an end to that. I'm a changed man, Miss Sullivan. Please allow me to help you."
I'm at a loss of words. I just sit in the uncomfortable plastic chair in silence. Why did I ever want to sit here? Why would Bob make it sound like a privilege?
I stand up. "Do whatever you want. Just don't contact me again." I walk out. He follows.
"Chloe! You forgot your car." I turn around. He throws the keys to me. He leaves. Didn't he know that he was suppose to watch me stalk away in anger? Whatever.
I'm not going in that car. I can't trust it. I start to walk away. Then I catch a glimpse of her, my beautiful car. She's shiny and just begging me to get in.
"Don't leave me, Chloe," she says. "I'm nice and comfy. I have a new car smell freshener. You love that smell, Chloe."
"Oh car, you know me better then anybody," I say.
"Do you know what it's like to be lonely, Chloe? I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too, car."
"You know that you don't want to ride that smelly ugly stupid bus again. You want to ride in me."
"Oh, I don't know, car. Riding in you would be like excepting a gift from a Luthor. Worse, a Lionel Luthor."
"Come on. I've got all your favorite radio stations programmed into me just like you like them."
"Oh, car, you sure do know what a girl likes." I jump in the car. Yes, I know. I've just had a conversation with a car. Hello, Mom? Can you hear me? I'll be staying to live with you in the asylum very soon.
I put the keys in the ignition. I pause. You know what, he didn't fix the car. Bob did. Bob doesn't want to kill me. He's a good mechanic with good morals. His cars hardly ever blow up. Unless Whitney Fordman, Lex Luthor, or Jonathan Kent are the drivers.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes and turn the ignition and… and… nothing happens. My car makes a beautiful Vroom noise. "I love you, car," I say.
I drive out into the beautiful night.