Lana opened her eyes and felt a stab of panic. How long had she slept? She sat up, and winced at the pain she felt. Everything hurt, even her arms and her legs. Looking around, she realized that she was alone and tears began to fill her eyes. Helen had taken her baby just like she said she would. Lana put her head in her hands and sobbed. She'd only seen him one time, and it was so brief and she was so loopy that she couldn't even remember what he looked like.
The sound of a baby crying in another room snapped Lana to attention. They were still here!
Her thoughts immediately turned to Lex. He would never forgive her if she let something happen to their baby. She'd never forgive herself. She was a Luthor now, and sitting here waiting to be left behind was not an option. Tossing the sheet aside, she groaned at what she saw. Her gown was still hiked up around her waist, exposing her to a giant bloody mess. Despite the disgusting condition of the sheets, it did look as though Helen had at least bothered to clean her up. Ever the doctor.
Lana stepped off of the bed on very shaky legs. She seemed to have no energy in them left, but her will was iron. Forcing them to work, she took small steps over to the door and tried to open it. Locked. There had to be something that she could use to maybe pry it open. Lana turned around and looked, squealing when she saw a bloody medical tray near the bed with a flash of silver in the bottom of it. She fished out a forgotten pair of scissors and took them back to the door. It wouldn't budge and Lana felt panic rising again, but pushed it down.
She had to get out! She held the scissors tightly in her hand, and then knocked the chair over with a loud bang. "Oh help!" she cried, rolling her eyes. If this actually works, the idiots get what's coming to them. "Help me please!" Once she heard footsteps outside she sank down to the floor against the wall and closed her eyes. The door clicked open, and with her eye open a crack, she could see that it was one man investigating. He held his gun out in front of him, and approached cautiously. "Hey!" he shouted at her. Lana managed a weak moan, and the man lowered his gun a bit. "Hey!" he shouted again, and this time Lana opened her eyes and strained to see. "Help me, I can't walk," she whispered. She wondered if the labored breathing was too much. Apparently not, because the dumbass set his gun down on the bed, and reached for Lana. As he wrapped his arms around her back and under her legs, Lana plunged the scissors into his neck, and pulled them towards herself in a slicing motion. It opened up a large gash, and blood came pouring out, temporarily stunning Lana. He staggered backwards, and put his hand to his throat in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding.
As if she could look any worse, some of the man's blood spurted onto Lana's gown, and she slapped at it in a panic trying to get it off. As the man fell to the ground and stopped moving, Lana closed her eyes, and forced herself to calm down.
Breathe. Focus.
She looked down at the gun, and briefly thanked God that Lex had taught her how to shoot. He'd showed her how to load a clip, check for the safety, and chamber a bullet. Her first time at the gun range had startled her- the noise and the unexpected kick of the gun. The first shot had gone wild, but after the shock wore off, her second shot was much better. By now, Lana's aim was dead on.
She picked up the gun and looked out the door, seeing a dark hallway with one end opening up to a large warehouse, and the other a closed door. Her baby gave a sharp cry, and Lana stiffened, freezing her body and sharpening her senses. The cry came from the closed door. She walked over to it, and listened carefully, hearing only Helen soothing her baby. Her hand reached for the knob and froze when she heard more voices coming from the warehouse at the end of the hall. If she went in for her baby now, the men would come running with their guns and kill them both. Carefully, she tip-toed to where she could see them. The guards who had originally dragged Lana into her white room were being paid by a third, who thanked them for their help and sent them on their way.
She pressed herself flat against the wall, and watched as Mr. Moneybags followed them outside. A large red toolbox stood off to the side, and Lana ran over to it, pulling its drawers open to find a weapon. She couldn't use the gun and risk Helen hearing it. In the last drawer, Lana found a monkey wrench. It wasn't very large, but it was heavy and she replaced it with the gun, hoping that she had the courage to do what she needed to do. When she heard footsteps coming back, she ran over to hide behind the door and waited.
A good looking man in his 30s walked through the door whistling. Before she could feel bad about her decision, Lana stepped behind him and hit him on the back of the head as hard as she could. He was quite a bit taller than her, and her hit was awkward. Not giving him a chance to recover, Lana hit him again and watched him fall to his knees. She walked around to his front to take a look at him and felt sick with herself. His face held a stunned expression, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. His eyes found hers, and he reached out to grab her leg with a growl. She kicked at him and then brought the wrench down on the top of his head.
He fell to the ground and jerked twice before going still, blood pouring from the wound. Lana pulled her eyes away from the sight and focused on her baby. She'd feel bad about this later. Right now, Alex was all the mattered.