Hello, my fellow Smallville obsessed dudes (and dudettes)!
FallenStar returns with yet another evil cliffy! But, do not worry, Part II is gonna be up either today or tomorrow, as we find out more about Chloe's...mwhahaha I ain't telling ya!
FAIR WARNING: I have decided to take season 5 (post arrival, because DUH, Chloe knows about Clark) and chuck it down the imaginary Fanfiction garbage can. As much as i LOVE season 5 (the best yet!) It won't fit in this story. So pretend it never happened. Just thought I'd clear that up!
FAIR WARNING 2: Excuse the shortness...It is only a full page long in my notebook, so it is the 2nd shortest chappy to date...they should get longer,though!
FAIR WARNING 3: FINALLY! SOME ACTION! AAAAHHHHHH!
No romance though...
OK! So sit back and enjoy the show
Chp. 5
Big Brother's Watching YOU (Part I)
The masked man crawled between the cramped pipes of the LuthorCorp building, slowly climbing the floors, and muttering profanities the whole while. He only took this job because he was being payed . . . very well, actually. So he sucked up his anger and claustrophobia, and continued on. The faint muttering of voices slowly grew stronger; he was getting closer to the targets. Finally, he stumbled upon the correct room. He had a good visual of the man and woman, who were pointing and mumbling something about cameras. He adjusted his gun, maneuvering it so that it barely protruded from the grating. He would take out the girl first- she was the closest to the vent. And with this thought, the man took aim . . .
"Chloe? I think we have a problem."
"What?"
Clark pointed across the room, to a spot above Chloe's head. In a small corner, barely noticeable in the darkness, was a security camera.
"So? It's probably off," Chloe commented. "Think about it, why would there still be electricity in this building? It's been blown up! Hence why we've been using a stupid flashlight!"
"Yea, that's what I first thought. But watch this" Clark moved a few feet to the right, as Chloe looked at the camera, which began to follow Clark's every move. "It's motion sensitive-that means that our whole investigation, not to mention enough information to get us imprisoned for trespassing, is sitting in a tape somewhere right now."
"Crap . . . " Chloe muttered. "Uh, HELLO! Don't just stand there! Break that goddamn thing!"
Clark stared at the tiny, black camera, planning to incinerate it with his heat vision. He was interrupted, however, by a deafening pop. A split second later he was in super speed, and saw a single bullet, making its way to Chloe, and coming within inches of her. Clark rushed to her and covered her body with his own, but it was too late.
"CHLOE!"
