Dying Romance
Disclaimer:
I own nothing.
I am in no way affiliated with Smallville.
I also cannot take full credit for the plot of this story as I will
explain in the following Author's Note.
Rating:
T (PG-13)
Genre:
Romance/Tragedy
(with a touch of suspense, and angst)
Pairing:
Lexana/Lexone
(Lex/Simone)
Author's
Note:
This was
written for a brief group project in my English class the other day.
We were starting our unit on Gothic Literature and she broke us up
into groups and told us each to start our own story and then after a
certain amount of time, she would say "Stop." and "Pass It On."
And wherever we left off was where the next person in the group
would pick up on it and the cycle would repeat. So, this story
actually has 5 authors (myself included), however, I cannont credit
them all because I don't know all of their names. There were 2
members of the group who's names I don't know. But, I did not write
all of it. I did, however, write the majority of it.
Lana Lang had just gotten off of work at the Talon, when she heard her cell phone go off. The caller ID read Lex Luthor. Smiling, she flipped the small black phone open, greeting "Hey...What's goin' on?"
Sighing slightly, Lex replied "I'm sorry, Lana...I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving you...I've met someone else...I'm sorry, Lana...Believe me...I am..." When she got off work, she was driving home and noticed she was being followed by a big black SUV with all the windows blacked out. The next morning, she woke up in the hospital. When the nurse walked in, she asked Lana if she remembered anything of the previous night. Lana tried to think about it and it slowly and painfully started to come back.
She remembered the SUV and getting into a wreck. She out of her car to yell at the guy but he quickly sped off. She was stuck 30 miles from anything, in a heavily wooded area. Her car was beyond help. So, she grabbed her cell phone to call Chloe or Clark or somebody to get a ride home. No service. She started to panic. She heard some weird noises so she grabbed her things and started walking down the road She walked for what seemed like forever.
Lana thought she was going to die before anyone would see her again. She walked and walked till this white Intrepid came by. She yelled "Stop!" It stopped.She ran up to it and asked for a ride to the nearest phone. She was dropped off at the nearest phone. It was a truck stop. She used the phone and called Chloe. There was no one there except the man at the register and a few sleeping truck drivers. Lana called Chloe and told her what happened. Chloe was on her way. She was sitting on the bench outside, waiting for Chloe when the black SUV stopped right in front of her. It was Lex and some of his friends. They took out the revolver Lex always carried for protection.
"Lex!...You're the one who ran me off the road?" Fear was written clearly in her soft chocolate eyes.
Tears were burning in Lex's own startling blue ones as a tall, slender blonde approached his side saying "It's the only way, darling..." "I'm so sorry, Lana..." Lex added brokenly before shooting her in the head.
Watching her fall into a puddle of her own blood, face first, Lex turned to the blonde at his side. "I'm sorry, Simone...I realize, now, that you were never worth it..." Before the stunned blonde could reply, lex turned the revolver on himself, disturbed by the cold of the steel pressed to his temple before pulling the trigger. The sound of the shot still haunts the small town to this very day and, every Halloween, a bald business man and a young, beautiful college student can be found walking down the cold and deserted road, arm in arm.