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Sorry bout the wait...schoolwork is synonymous with EVIL...but here it is! CHAPTER 4 of my fic!
Thank you to all of my readers! and especially MadDogLane and ImKindaOffBalance (yea, Lana bashing is indeed fun)
FAIR WARNING: The amount of uselessness this chp serves is, well, useless. Consider it a filler; simply fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff. I was barindead as far as this chp goes...I can't wait 2 get started on the next one tho! It's gonna be AWESOME! (as of now, at least)
FAIR WARNING 2: Only Clark, Chloe, and Lex are in this chapter :(
FAIR WARNING 3: 0 action...again. IM GETTING THERE!
OK...enjoy!
Chapter 4: COMMENCE
"Clark?" Chloe whispered through the door. "Clark, is that you?"
"Yea, let me in, Chloe," Clark answered. Chloe unlocked the door to her dorm and took it on faith that the man who entered her room was indeed Clark, as she couldn't see the nose in front of her face because the entire building was dark. The room was also relatively quiet, except for Chloe's roommate, whose snores penetrated the eerie silence. "Chloe, why are you whispering?"
"My roommate's still asleep, and she's a bit nosy. Let's just say that she asks too many question for OUR own good. The last thing we need is for her to wake up." Chloe replied
The two made their way outside, where the streetlights allowed for the pair to see each other for the first time. Chloe sported a fitted black outfit, contrasting her usually colorful wardrobe. Clark's outfit was even more of a shock. He had discovered some leftovers from his last run in with red kryptonite, and sported Kal's black pants with a long black jacket and button down shirt. Chloe looked at Clark dumbstruck. She hated to admit it, but she was still infatuated with Clark. The crush that she had on him had lasted even when she and Clark had agreed that 'just friends' was all they were and all they ever would be.
"Hey, Chloe, where did you park?" Clark inquired. He noticed the distant look on Chloe's face. "Chloe? CHLOE!"
"Huh, what?" said Chloe, waking from the hypnotic trance that dawned on her after looking at Clark's ass for too long. "Oh, I parked in the lot . . . c'mon"
They made their way to Chloe's VW bug, which was secretly stashed with an abundance of lethal weapons and spy equipment (thank goodness she never got pulled over . . . imagine that scene!) and began their journey to LuthorCorp Tower. "Clark, did you do any research last night into the case?"
"Was I supposed to?"
"Clark, Clark, Clark . . . every good journalist knows that you have to at least KNOW what you're looking for BEFORE you look for it! Good thing I've done enough research for the both of us!" Chloe exclaimed as she stopped for the light and heaved a folder out of her bag, holding a collection of photos, employee and visitor logs, and assorted internet articles. Clark's eyes opened wide, and he began sifting through the files.
Chloe began to explain her findings. "OK, I talked to my source, and he gave me a little insightinto the life of our deceased billionaire. Apparently, Lionel Luthor kept a very strict schedule. He went to meetings, lunch, more meetings, blah blah blah. Fast forward to about midnight. Lionel was a major insomniac- occasionally he spent the night locked in his office. Lionel never clocked out the night of his murder, so you can pretty much assume that he was in his room when the explosion went off. Now here's the catch: Lionel locks his room- he became a bit paranoid in his old age. So whoever killed him must have had a key!"
"One problem with your theory," Clark began, "Is that maybe the door melted or blew up in the explosion? I don't know, there's just too many variables to determine that right now. He could have had a visitor who was working with the other assassin and killed him, or he took a bathroom break and left the room, or they'd already killed him when the building exploded and planted the body, or-"
"Clark, shut up. Yea, all of that could happen, but lets check out the crime scene first, OK?"
Several minutes later Clark and Chloe pulled into a parking spot near LuthorCorp and, equipped with a camera, entered the wreckage of the tower. They navigated the maze of ashen debris and caution tape, and slowly made their way to Lionel Luthor's business suite. They stopped briefly in the hallwayto examine the damage from the blast. Blood tainted the walls, and pieces of ripped fabric and documents were scattered around. Chloe winced at the sight, but gathered her composure and motioned Clark toward the door.
"There's his office," said Chloe, stating the obvious, as there was gold lettering adorning the door with Lionel's name. "The lettering is melted off . . . but shouldn't the door have burned or melted or at least been dented?" Indeed, the pristine door stood out against the charred remains of the hall. "Must be reinforced or something." She grasped at the handle, but it wouldn't budge. "Crap, it's jammed. A little help from my big strong Kryptionian sidekick?"
Clark growled at the mention of 'sidekick,' and pulled at the door with minimal strength, jarring it open and exposing what lay ahead of them.
"Ok! Let's see what we're dealing with," Chloe commented. They stepped inside. The room was scattered with documents and overturned chairs. Chloe gathered up some of the papers and photographed them, planning to examine the information later.
"Hey, Chlo, come see this." said Clark, motioning her to the oak desk that sat in the corner. He pointed toward a bullet hole. "Look . . . it looks like Lionel was shot right here." The hole was surrounded by a pool of blood that had stained the once-pristine ivory carpeting. Chloe began snapping her camera, the flash illuminating the bleak scene. Clark paced around the room, waiting for Chloe to finish up.
Lex Luthor's heart pounded as he made the call. His heart told him to hang up the phone, and come clean about how he . . . murdered . . . his father. Killing didn't come easy to Lex, but something inside of himself willed him toward such extremes. Regret and fear marred his once clear vision of his plans for his future. Did I need to kill my father? Could I have somehow resolved our problems without resorting to such drastic means? Lex hung up the phone and began to pace around the room. What kind of monster have I become?
Lex pondered this for several minutes. But . . . my father is the one at fault for who I am . . . his STANDARDS for me . . . the pressure the expectations . . . I could never truly be his son . . .
Yet it was only through Lionel's own death that Lex had indeed become his son. The blood that stained his hands . . . the blood of so many . . . innocents . . . monsters . . . It was this blood that branded him a true Luthor for eternity.
Lex closed his eyes . . . There is no turning back . . . I must do whatever it takes . . . He picked up his phone and pressed redial. It rang several times before a deep baritone answered. "Are we on?"
"Do it."
Clark hadn't noticed the many phone conversations that had been tapped over the past few days, nor the unmarked black car that had been tailing Chloe's car from the school to LuthorCorp Tower, and especially not the tall, masked man that was navigating the vents of the skyscraper. However, as he paced the office of the late billionaire, Clark did notice an almost inaudible, mechanical squeak that he had first dismissed as Chloe's camera. It persisted, even after Chloe had packed away her camera, and Clark looked around the room. That's when Clark realized . . . "Chloe? I think we have a problem."
