Hey guys, this is my first fan fic. It's not up to par with my usual work but I thought I'd post it anyway.
I'd like all comments, be it about grammar, characterization, or just what you like/don't like about it. I'm a relatively new writer, so please be brutally hontest! Thanks guys.
I'll be posting it in installments as I finish them, but I have the story mapped out.
Now, onto the show!
Darkness consumed the world, minute by minute, shadows chasing the last beams of the day away. The world started to grow still and silent, not odd for a small town but unsettling in itself. Night brought out the demons of Smallville, Chloe would never deny that, she'd had too much expirence walking on the weirder side of the town. But tonight, the scene didn't off set Chloe. She had much more important things to do.
Hurrying through the school, Chloe whisked past the darkened class rooms and into her haven. Flicking the light switch on, she set down her ex-large mocha frapachino-extra caffine, she was in need of a buzz-on the desk and turned on the computer, waiting impatienlty for it to load. Taking a sip of the scalding coffee, she set it down with a smile and a "mmm" and settled in for the night, purely content.
Chloe had an article swirling around in her mind and wanted to get the words out before they fell away. The Torch, oddly enough, was the one place she felt safe in the world. Despite the fact her beloved paper was the cause of mayhem and trouble, plauged by various break ins and fire in the last two years. Those were long forgotten on a brisk autum night, leaving a simply comfortable feeling in her stomach. 'This', she thought, 'this is right'.
Chloe double clicked on a program and tapped away at the keyboard, fingers flying at a hundred miles an hour. Soon the world melted away and Chloe was engulfed in her own head. She was in her element, and wouldn't be yanked out of the words she loved until the caffine stopped flowing.
So engrossed in her writing, so safe and content, Chloe never noticed the slow, quiet footsteps echo down the hall outside. The rustle of a long, black trench coat, or even the soft squeak his brand new designer shoes made. No, Chloe was oblivous to it all as she slurped away at her frapachino. That is why when he finally spoke, she nearly spilled coffee all over her favorite PC in surprise.
"Ms. Sullivan," acknoldged the black-clad figure that lurked and mingled naturally in the shadows. He smiled as she flinched and caught the nearly-overturned coffee cup before it spilled. "We need to have a talk."
"Mr. Luthor," The venom in her voice unmistakable but measured out of fear. "What about? I thought we'd settled everything."
"I wouldn't say that. Have you decided to keep your end of the deal?" His mane of hair and arrogant, proding nature infuriated her, even more so when he starred out at her from behind a pair of sunglasses so she couldn't see his beady, black eyes. 'Who wears sunglasses at night? In a school? While threatening a high-schooler? Man, this guy is the devil, isn't he?' Was all she could think as she tourtered herself for even getting involved with such a magnificant bastard.
"No, I haven't, as I said the other two times you asked me. Mr. Luthor, loyalty may not mean anything to you, but Clark is worth more than what you can do to me."
"Perhaps you're right, Ms. Sullivan. You are such a good friend aren't you? But maybe it isn't yourself you should be worried about."
Chloe was visibly unaroused by this comment. There had been so many threats before, and the subtlty was becoming less by the visit. Inside, though, she shook and fought to remain in control. How easy it would be to rip him out, but no, Lionel Luthor was the scum of the Earth and she would not give him the satisfaction and refused to lose control. So instead, she opted to sit quietly, stare at the screen saver straight in front of her and let him finish speech.
"Ms. Sullivan, I have other methods of getting what I want, so reguardless of your 'loyalties', I will find out what I need. All I'm asking is your help. You have so much to lose and nothing to gain by protecting him. After all, remember why you made this deal in the first-"
"Yes, I made this deal because I was very, very stupid. I will not make that mistake again."
"Ah, Ms. Sullivan, you just did. You have one week to get me what I want." His eyes flashed for just one minute before he swiftly he turned on his foot and strode down the hall through the blackened school. Chloe cursed herself for letting sink into her article and get wrapped up in her illusion of safety. Why had she even come down here? Mr. Luthor always showed up here, and this particular demon always visited at night. Sighing, she turned back to her screen to collect her thoughts her index fingers slowly massaging her temples in hyptonic circles.
At that moment, Clark Kent, just as silent on his feet as Lionel, made his way down the hall. Chloe's dad said she was here and Clark thought she might like some company. The two hadn't really seen each other in days and she'd like the together time. Besides, he was certain that Chloe would need some help to get the Torch done and down to the printers by tomorrow morning. She always took too much on and Clark was only too glad to help. Clark made a point to make some noise as he stood in the doorway, knowing how much Chloe hated to be snuck up on. He grinned from ear to ear and thought, 'Maybe she deserves it for being in a big, creepy school by herself at night.' Chuckling to himself, he cleared his throat and started to walk in to give her one of the extra-tall lattees he'd brought from the Talon. His smiled upped in wattage as he thought of her face when she saw he'd gotten extra whipped-cream and chocolate sprinkles for her.
Hearing a man clear his throat at the door jerked Chloe from her thoughts of Lionel, and certain that he had come back once again, she raised her voice and called "Mr. Luthor, why did you come back. I can't do this, Clark means more-" But as she spun gracefully in her chair, her face turned a shade of crimson Clark had never seen before as she realized her mistake. Clark's body stiffened and he rose from his position slouched in the doorway. He walked steathly toward her, fear and suspicion shining brightly in his un-Earthly blue-green eyes sat down across from her. Petrified, Chloe froze in her chair. She'd been so consumed with Mr. Luthor she hadn't thought someone else would come. 'Oh god. Oh god, no,' was all she could think as her brain braked from hyper-drive into oblivion.
"Chloe," he said carefully, a low growl in his voice. "What are you talking about?" He prayed there was some explaination other than the obvious.
Chloe's eyes bugged out, her mind frozen, the proverbal deer caught in the head lights. She opened her mouth and closed it, a picture of in decision.
"Chloe," he said again, "Have you been talking to Mr.Luthor? About me?" 'No, please, no,' blearing like a stero on high through out his whole brain, screamed with his whole heart.
Again Chloe just sat there, staring now at her hands. A tear curved a glistening path down her cheek and she was beyond words, beyond reality, in world colored by shame and hurt, anger and guilt. All she could was nod. "Clark, I did something...Something really bad." Sinking into her chair, level voice despite the tears flooding down her face, she began to speak.
Oh yeah, *I don't own any of the characters of Smallville. This is all my own creation with the chars off the WB show.* That's a good enough disclaimer, right?
I'd like all comments, be it about grammar, characterization, or just what you like/don't like about it. I'm a relatively new writer, so please be brutally hontest! Thanks guys.
I'll be posting it in installments as I finish them, but I have the story mapped out.
Now, onto the show!
Darkness consumed the world, minute by minute, shadows chasing the last beams of the day away. The world started to grow still and silent, not odd for a small town but unsettling in itself. Night brought out the demons of Smallville, Chloe would never deny that, she'd had too much expirence walking on the weirder side of the town. But tonight, the scene didn't off set Chloe. She had much more important things to do.
Hurrying through the school, Chloe whisked past the darkened class rooms and into her haven. Flicking the light switch on, she set down her ex-large mocha frapachino-extra caffine, she was in need of a buzz-on the desk and turned on the computer, waiting impatienlty for it to load. Taking a sip of the scalding coffee, she set it down with a smile and a "mmm" and settled in for the night, purely content.
Chloe had an article swirling around in her mind and wanted to get the words out before they fell away. The Torch, oddly enough, was the one place she felt safe in the world. Despite the fact her beloved paper was the cause of mayhem and trouble, plauged by various break ins and fire in the last two years. Those were long forgotten on a brisk autum night, leaving a simply comfortable feeling in her stomach. 'This', she thought, 'this is right'.
Chloe double clicked on a program and tapped away at the keyboard, fingers flying at a hundred miles an hour. Soon the world melted away and Chloe was engulfed in her own head. She was in her element, and wouldn't be yanked out of the words she loved until the caffine stopped flowing.
So engrossed in her writing, so safe and content, Chloe never noticed the slow, quiet footsteps echo down the hall outside. The rustle of a long, black trench coat, or even the soft squeak his brand new designer shoes made. No, Chloe was oblivous to it all as she slurped away at her frapachino. That is why when he finally spoke, she nearly spilled coffee all over her favorite PC in surprise.
"Ms. Sullivan," acknoldged the black-clad figure that lurked and mingled naturally in the shadows. He smiled as she flinched and caught the nearly-overturned coffee cup before it spilled. "We need to have a talk."
"Mr. Luthor," The venom in her voice unmistakable but measured out of fear. "What about? I thought we'd settled everything."
"I wouldn't say that. Have you decided to keep your end of the deal?" His mane of hair and arrogant, proding nature infuriated her, even more so when he starred out at her from behind a pair of sunglasses so she couldn't see his beady, black eyes. 'Who wears sunglasses at night? In a school? While threatening a high-schooler? Man, this guy is the devil, isn't he?' Was all she could think as she tourtered herself for even getting involved with such a magnificant bastard.
"No, I haven't, as I said the other two times you asked me. Mr. Luthor, loyalty may not mean anything to you, but Clark is worth more than what you can do to me."
"Perhaps you're right, Ms. Sullivan. You are such a good friend aren't you? But maybe it isn't yourself you should be worried about."
Chloe was visibly unaroused by this comment. There had been so many threats before, and the subtlty was becoming less by the visit. Inside, though, she shook and fought to remain in control. How easy it would be to rip him out, but no, Lionel Luthor was the scum of the Earth and she would not give him the satisfaction and refused to lose control. So instead, she opted to sit quietly, stare at the screen saver straight in front of her and let him finish speech.
"Ms. Sullivan, I have other methods of getting what I want, so reguardless of your 'loyalties', I will find out what I need. All I'm asking is your help. You have so much to lose and nothing to gain by protecting him. After all, remember why you made this deal in the first-"
"Yes, I made this deal because I was very, very stupid. I will not make that mistake again."
"Ah, Ms. Sullivan, you just did. You have one week to get me what I want." His eyes flashed for just one minute before he swiftly he turned on his foot and strode down the hall through the blackened school. Chloe cursed herself for letting sink into her article and get wrapped up in her illusion of safety. Why had she even come down here? Mr. Luthor always showed up here, and this particular demon always visited at night. Sighing, she turned back to her screen to collect her thoughts her index fingers slowly massaging her temples in hyptonic circles.
At that moment, Clark Kent, just as silent on his feet as Lionel, made his way down the hall. Chloe's dad said she was here and Clark thought she might like some company. The two hadn't really seen each other in days and she'd like the together time. Besides, he was certain that Chloe would need some help to get the Torch done and down to the printers by tomorrow morning. She always took too much on and Clark was only too glad to help. Clark made a point to make some noise as he stood in the doorway, knowing how much Chloe hated to be snuck up on. He grinned from ear to ear and thought, 'Maybe she deserves it for being in a big, creepy school by herself at night.' Chuckling to himself, he cleared his throat and started to walk in to give her one of the extra-tall lattees he'd brought from the Talon. His smiled upped in wattage as he thought of her face when she saw he'd gotten extra whipped-cream and chocolate sprinkles for her.
Hearing a man clear his throat at the door jerked Chloe from her thoughts of Lionel, and certain that he had come back once again, she raised her voice and called "Mr. Luthor, why did you come back. I can't do this, Clark means more-" But as she spun gracefully in her chair, her face turned a shade of crimson Clark had never seen before as she realized her mistake. Clark's body stiffened and he rose from his position slouched in the doorway. He walked steathly toward her, fear and suspicion shining brightly in his un-Earthly blue-green eyes sat down across from her. Petrified, Chloe froze in her chair. She'd been so consumed with Mr. Luthor she hadn't thought someone else would come. 'Oh god. Oh god, no,' was all she could think as her brain braked from hyper-drive into oblivion.
"Chloe," he said carefully, a low growl in his voice. "What are you talking about?" He prayed there was some explaination other than the obvious.
Chloe's eyes bugged out, her mind frozen, the proverbal deer caught in the head lights. She opened her mouth and closed it, a picture of in decision.
"Chloe," he said again, "Have you been talking to Mr.Luthor? About me?" 'No, please, no,' blearing like a stero on high through out his whole brain, screamed with his whole heart.
Again Chloe just sat there, staring now at her hands. A tear curved a glistening path down her cheek and she was beyond words, beyond reality, in world colored by shame and hurt, anger and guilt. All she could was nod. "Clark, I did something...Something really bad." Sinking into her chair, level voice despite the tears flooding down her face, she began to speak.
Oh yeah, *I don't own any of the characters of Smallville. This is all my own creation with the chars off the WB show.* That's a good enough disclaimer, right?