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| kittsbud | Sun Apr 4, 2004 1:16 pm Post #1 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Well I just couldn't let the idea of Det Kent die, especially not after giving him a son! With all my other commitments it's hard to write one huge fic though. So, instead I will post the continuing story of 'what might have been' here in this pinned thread. There might be a pause between each update because of the VS, so don't bash me
;) :duck: If you want to read the first fics again, or missed them before, they're here: Memento Mori Memento Mori 2: Requiem The Met Files Chloe sat on the Metropolis park bench and looked down at the tiny infant in her arms. He cooed back at her with the innocent, and yet so knowing smile he had inherited from his father. It was a grin she had seen many times and had never grown tired of admiring. “Ryan Joseph Kent, I do believe you’re trying your father’s wily charms on me!” The tot gurgled and rolled his baby-blue eyes skyward, then followed up the expression with the deepest of sighs. It was a reaction Chloe had grown accustomed too lately. Ryan’s cute little nose wrinkled as he saw his mom’s face brighten, but did he really understand what she was thinking? “Dr Berman insisted you could never inherit any of your dad’s gifts because of the genetic manipulation she had to do to allow us to conceive, and yet sometimes you seem so…” Chloe let Ryan’s minute hand grab her own, and his miniature fingers clutched at hers with a mighty, but not improbable grip. “So strong, so knowing, so Clark...” Ryan approved of the comparison and squeezed on his mom’s hand even harder. Chloe smiled back, a deep niggling feeling tearing at her thoughts. Klein said we’d never have kids, but Berman proved him wrong. What if Berman is wrong about Ryan being capable of inheriting Clark’s gifts, or at least some of them? Chloe didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing. Clark was the perfect husband, but his quest to save the world meant they didn’t have much time to themselves, and it had put him in mortal danger twice even though he was pretty indestructible. I saw ‘Jurassic Park’ all those years back though, and I still remember the line when they asked how the dinosaurs had managed to pro-create when they had been engineered not too. The loving mom looked down at her infant as the quote rattled through her brain like it had for days. ‘Life will find a way…’ “Are you going to be like daddy when you grow up, huh?” Chloe wrapped the fleecy blanket a little tighter around her baby and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. If Ryan was truly his father’s son in EVERY sense of the word, then she would support him and love him just the same, because there was no purer more noble heart on earth than Clark’s. “Just don’t go into law enforcement kiddo!” She teased, “or you’ll find you’re hard pushed to find a wife as understanding as I am with your dad!” A small giggle escaped Ryan’s lips and Chloe couldn’t help believe he knew what she was talking about. I guess all mom’s think their kids are pretty smart though…I mean it’s probably all in my imagination because I never thought we’d be able to have a kid. Chloe looked up at the bright Metropolis skyline and zeroed in on the newly built towers of the Luthorcorp plaza. The tall, shiny structures had replaced the bleaker building that Lucas had once inhabited as the head of the company. Maybe Lex could turn the corporation image around now that he was back in control. He had certainly helped to turn Chloe’s life around by bringing in Dr Berman, when she had all but given up hope of having a child with Clark. “Are we going to see Uncle Lexipoo tonight?” Chloe let a passer-by move out of her way and then stood with Ryan tightly cradled in her arms. It was time to get back to their suburban home and prepare for the upcoming evening’s events. Ryan burbled his agreement and then slowly closed his eyes for the journey back to the house. It was naptime now that the intriguing sights and smells of the park were to be left behind. Chloe sighed as the tot nodded off in her reassuring hold. I wonder if he’ll be this quiet at Lex’s party? Lex was throwing an opening bash at his new plaza, but unbeknown to all but a few, he was also going to be announcing his future wedding to Dr Berman. Chloe and Clark were both pleased for him, and they along with all the old Smallville gang had been invited to the proceedings. Chloe had suggested she leave baby Ryan with Clark’s parents for the night, but Lex had insisted everyone be present, even the sweet little infant. I sure hope you mind your manners young Mr. Kent! The tot had a reputation to uphold, and staying up was late already one of his better exploits. He’d probably woo every guest with endearing little cry. The idea of Ryan at a party so young brought a cheeky grin to Chloe’s face, at least for a moment, but then something more pressing caught her attention. The man she had let pass earlier before standing from the bench was now watching her from a nearby group of trees. He kept the hood of his jacket well over his face, but he was still easily recognizable. I’m imagining things. Anyone can come and walk in the park, there’s no crime in it. The trouble was, the more Chloe thought about it, the more her reporter’s keen sense of impending danger kicked in. It had been awhile since she had been at the Daily Planet; caring for Ryan had taken up most of her time these days, but her instincts never usually dulled from lack of use. Chloe crossed the road with a slight increase in pace, but didn’t look back at the mysterious stalker. If he truly was following, then a rearward glance would be all it took to alert him of her awareness of the situation. Still grasping Ryan for dear life, Chloe fumbled for her car keys and strapped the now sleeping infant firmly into the vehicle. Shaking a little, she climbed in behind the wheel and finally dared to steal a look across the street. The hooded man still lurked in the shadows, but he had made no attempt to approach her. Get a grip! The guy might look like some lowlife, but that doesn’t mean he was following us. Chloe turned the keys in the ignition and pulled away still fearful that something was wrong. The strange observer’s gaze followed the path of the car as it passed him, and as Chloe at last looked him in the eye, he smirked with a malevolent toothless grin that made him resemble some ancient stone gargoyle. There was no doubt in Chloe’s mind anymore as she headed for the intersection. The man hadn’t just been a park ‘bum’, and he hadn’t just been some dirt-bag out to rob or attack anyone. The man had been tailing her in particular, and that was about as scary as it could get. Chloe let her vehicle coast along the highway, and for a long time she thought about calling Captain Manning, Clark’s boss and asking him for some assistance. If the person shadowing her truly was singling her out, then he would know her home address too, possibly even the addresses of her friends. Am I being paranoid or what? Chloe slapped her hands on the wheel and chided herself for being so jumpy. Clark would be home soon anyway, and there was no more qualified cop in the world to protect her than Detective Kent. Looking at her watch, Chloe simply chose to go do a little shopping before heading for home after all. Just don’t be on a big case and end up late home Clark, not tonight… TBC.... |
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| Whitetiger4 | Sun Apr 4, 2004 1:47 pm Post #2 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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oooh here we go! And you want me to be patient?? :p HA! And you know I'm not the only one that will be begging for more!! :hyper: Can't wait for the next bit!! :D :bounce: |
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| Gizmo | Mon Apr 5, 2004 6:27 pm Post #3 |
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...Add Gizzy to that begging for more list!
:wave: I'm soooo glad you're continuing this!! Wahoooo! Baby Ryan is sooo cute!!! (yup, i'm picturing the lil tyke :LOL: ) Yayyyy Dawn!! :D :D Now what was up with that guy in the park? :eek: :eek: And will Ryan get some of his daddy's "gifts"??? Hummmm.... Will Clark be late? Is Chloe paranoid? All the questions and we have to WAIT to find out! :p :p Oh, don't make us wait! I'm begggin, i'm pleading...i'm on my hands and knees! :) :) Post more soon! Pleaseeeee!!!!!! Can't wait! :D :D |
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| Whitetiger4 | Tue Apr 6, 2004 11:37 am Post #4 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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See, I told ya! :P: :pfft: :duck: |
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| kittsbud | Wed Apr 7, 2004 11:48 am Post #5 |
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Hmmn, well the parts will be pretty small if you're going to be so demanding. So, don't say I didn't warn you... Kansas State Prison 3.15pm The same Afternoon… The walls of the cell were dank and cold. In the corner green mould grew in a widening section under the tiny barred window. This was home now; the place where Lucas Luthor would spend his last days among the living. Lucas ran a finger along the bars that separated him from the outside corridor, and wished the cool steel he was sensing was that of a blade rather than a barricade. At the main gate he heard the jingling of keys, and noted it was time for exercise in the yard. Only a few ‘special’ prisoners were ever allowed out at any one time. It wasn’t because the warden feared an escape, but more because hardcore death-row inmates had nothing to fear from killing another con. Warden Johnson didn’t want anyone spoiling the fun of an execution, after all justice hadn’t been served if the state didn’t get its pound of flesh. “Come on Luthor, your turn to practice being a dead man walking. Who knows when it might be your turn for real?” The guard laughed as he opened the cell door and ushered his prisoner out into the passageway. Lucas looked down at the orange coverall he wore and choked back a suitable scathing remark. He hated this place more than death. Death would be a reprieve from the bland prison clothes, the insipid prison food, and mostly the mediocre and inadequate company. By his standards, the place was nothing more than a den full of illiterate swine. They deserve to be here, I don’t! “Quiet today?” The guard prodded his detainee lightly with his baton, “don’t you have any typical, scathing Luthor remarks for me?” “Nothing that I’d care to share with someone as vain and uneducated as you.” Lucas smiled back with a look that was reminiscent of his father. The guard shrugged, expecting much worse, and prodded his prisoner out into the yard. The concrete area was situated in the center of the maximum security wing, with no access to the outer sections of the jail. Even the upper section had a mesh grid across it, allowing the cons to see the sky, but providing no access for an escape attempt via the air. Lucas gazed up, letting the afternoon sunlight bathe him in its glow. He should be out there in some helicopter, taking on the world with Luthorcorp’s vast resources. Instead, because of a meddling few he was here, about to shortly walk what some affectionately still called ‘The Green Mile’. Kent, Lex…all of them brought me to this! “Hey, Luthor!” A booming bass voice resonated across the exercise yard, “I didn’t think they let you white assed rich boys come play with us Suicide Slums slobs!” The comment sounded just as acidic as it was intended. Lucas was not normally put in with the general population for obvious reasons, but today something was different. He turned back to query his position with the guard, but the man had vanished and locked the gate behind him. “Here pretty rich boy, come see what I’ve got for you.” The aggressive inmate was known as ‘The Stitch’ to most cons, and it wasn’t because he was good at needlepoint… at least not the usual kind. Now, he was eyeing up Lucas for his next project. In his right hand he wafted a handmade knife that had been crafted from a sharpened piece of metal. “Don’t worry Luthor, you won’t need sewing. Now the guards are detained elsewhere, I’ll make sure I finish the job.” “Whatever you’re being paid, I can have funds transferred that will treble it…” Lucas backed up to the wall. It was a senseless gesture, but for a few fleeting seconds it made him feel better. Stitch let his towering black frame blot out the sunlight in his prey’s face, and then he grinned. “You could never outbid my boss.” Lucas saw the jagged edged tool glint as it raced towards him, and then felt the fire as its roughly hewn blade dug deep in his stomach. Not happy with the thrust, Stitch rammed the knife in several more times until his victim rolled forward, clutching at the open wounds. Blood began to seep onto ground, but Lucas still managed to roll onto his back and stare his killer in the face one last time. “Who paid you…at least allow me …that?” Cavernous laughter echoed around the silent yard, and when Stitch finally ceased his evil chortling, he leaned in close to Luthor’s ear to tell the awful truth. “You of all people should know who paid me. In fact, I’d say no one knows him as well as you do bro! See ya in hell real soon...” More laughter followed, but Lucas didn’t hear. The small spark of life in his eyes had extinguished. Now, only the empty, bloodied shell remained. TBC.... |
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| kittsbud | Sun Apr 11, 2004 8:57 am Post #6 |
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Woops, this part kinda grew on me...:p Henry Victor Seven. Outskirts of Metropolis 4.15pm Kent looked at his watch and sighed. It was finally almost the end of the shift, and so far it had been pretty uneventful. Not that he minded crime being on a low ebb, but it typically meant they would get a call at the last minute and end up pulling a double shift. Any other night he wouldn’t have minded. Clark had long ago succumbed to the fact that his destiny meant making sacrifices, but this evening was going to be special. It had been a long time since so many of his friends, both old and new had been in one place together, and he didn’t want to miss it for the world. “Relax; you’ll get there on time.” Lois winked, “well maybe knowing you, just a little late…” “Thanks.” Clark smiled mischievously, and was just about to head their Crown Victoria back to the station when the radio chirped. “Henry Victor Seven, we have a possible homicide reported at Jensen’s Chemicals, please advise of your status?” The voice was prompt and business-like. Lois raised a brow and then replied to the dispatcher while shooting her partner a look of frustration. “This is Henry Victor Seven. We’re about half a block away and responding. Any other units on site yet?” “Affirmative, One MPD patrol car at the scene.” “I guess we’ll both be late for the party.” Clark sighed again and flicked on the lights hidden behind the Ford’s front grille. There was no need for a siren, because their victim was going nowhere fast. Jensen’s Chemical’s had been closed down by the sudden market depression back in 2006, but its stark grey structures still marked the Metropolis landscape like stone monoliths against the sky. No one had ever considered buying the overbearing buildings, and mostly now they were used by street kids looking for a place to write graffiti, or worse. As Clark exited his vehicle he wondered if it wouldn’t be better to demolish the whole site. Add that to my list of things to ask Pete about tonight. “Detective Kent,” He flashed the patrolman on duty his badge and pointed to Lois, “this is my partner. What have you got for us?” The young cop finished taping off the immediate entry area and then thumbed behind him. “Some kid was back there messing around and said he saw a body. My partner is with him now, checking it out.” Lois rolled her eyes. “Oh great, they called us in without even confirmation there’s a corpse?” She glanced at Clark who was smiling at her cheekily. “I guess we better go see what all the fuss is about, but if that kid got us out here just for some kick, I swear I’ll…” Lane headed off in the direction the patrolman had indicated, and Clark followed with his hands in his pockets, knowing full well she would do nothing. She’d had a soft spot for kids ever since Ryan had been born, and he doubted that would suddenly change. Not too far into what used to be Jensen’s main processing area Lois stopped. The kid that had supposedly found the body was sat innocently waiting, while the other patrolman prodded something with his baton floating in a large vat. At the sound of their approach he turned and winced, then pushed his cap up slightly with the end of his finger. He noted the detective badges hanging from their pockets. “Looks like the kid here found you guys a homicide.” The cop jumped down from the vat and walked up to meet them. He was much older than his partner, and had obviously much more experience in the big city. “I don’t know what that body back there is floating in, but it sure shouldn’t be here. Jensen’s had to leave this place clean and dry when they closed up.” Clark glanced towards the kid. “What did he have to say?” “He said he always hangs out here, but when he saw the vat full of something new over there he went to take a look. He’s probably some drug lord’s errand boy, so I don’t know how much we can trust anything he says…” Lois nodded. It was a bad part of the city for any kid to live in, but if he hung out here for long then he probably would grow up to be either their next victim, or prime suspect. She walked over to the youngster and was surprised to see how well dressed he seemed to be. “Hi there,” She tried the soft approach first, noting the youngster didn’t seem at all upset by what he’d found, “can you tell us when you think the body, or at least the substance in the vat first appeared?” The kid shrugged. “I play here a lot, plenty of room for…” His voice trailed, and he seemed reluctant to say what exactly there was plenty of room for. Instead, he got the conversation back on track. “I’ve been sick for a few weeks, when I got down here today I saw it. I think it can’t have been here more than um…maybe six weeks…” Lane nodded and stared at the kid pointedly. “Stick around; I might want to ask you more.” He didn’t move, and seemed quite satisfied to tug his baseball cap on and sit swinging his legs for something to do. “Sure thing.” Lois shuddered and ambled back to where Kent was now scrutinizing the vat and the buoyant cadaver. The bloated body bobbed in the mysterious substance, its features grotesquely formed into a mask of death. The other patrol cop had vanished back to his car to call for the ME and other crime scene units. “That kid gives me the creeps.” She offered as she leaned in to look at their victim. “Don’t tell me you think he’s our perp?” Clark couldn’t resist a little humor. “Ha ha, no, but he is one weird kid. None of this bothered him.” She glanced back, but their star witness was still where she had left him. “So, what have we got?” Clark finally took his piercing gaze from the corpse, and Lois knew that meant he had finished x-raying it for evidence. It was a neat trick, and it usually saved them an immeasurable amount of time. “Well, our body was shot in the chest, and I’d estimate from the wound it was at point blank range. I’m not really sure what he’s floating in, but at a guess from its chemical structure, I’d say formaldehyde. There’s been very little, if any decomposition.” Clark shrugged, “that means we have to wait for the labs to give us an idea of how long he’s been dead…” “Oh, I’d say he’s been dead for about five weeks, give or take a day.” Lois took on an all-knowing look that left her partner wondering just what was whizzing through her mind. “I can also tell you his name is Dr. Robert Fleischman and that he has been reported missing just about that long too.” Clark was intrigued, but knew there was a catch to this divine information. “So, tell me, when did you suddenly develop super powers? Been near Smallville lately?” It was a quip that a few years back he would never have dreamed of making, but recently he had come to live with the legacy his arrival had left behind. He still sometimes had sleepless nights over what the meteors had done in his hometown, but at least now he accepted it really had been out of his control. He also tended to joke more with Lois than anyone else, because being Chloe’s cousin she seemed to expect and demand a certain amount of sarcasm. The Sullivan’s wit never seemed to miss a generation. “Nothing so amazing,” Lois admitted, “I know this guy. My dad talked about him quite a bit. He was a pretty influential and prominent surgeon. You needed megabucks just to walk in his office. It was in all the papers when he vanished, where were you?” “Probably out somewhere saving the planet…” Kent mumbled his retort and then pulled out his cell phone as it began to chirp. “Kent here?” “Kent, I didn’t want to tie up official channels on the radio, but I have some news I think might interest you.” The assertive voice belonged to Captain Manning. He hadn’t always approved of Clark’s ‘no gun’ methods, but after awhile he had grudgingly admitted that Clark was one of his best officers. Since then they had grown a mutual respect for one another. “Lucas Luthor was killed in Kansas State Prison this afternoon. One of the other inmates apparently took a dislike to him…” Kent inhaled. It had taken a worldwide manhunt to put the megalomaniac behind bars, and somehow this just didn’t feel right. It was like some anti climax at the end of a movie that left so much unsaid. “Are you sure it’s him?” Manning had expected that question. “Preliminary DNA results show a match. This was no double, of that you can be rest assured. I’ll fill you in with more details as I get them.” The police chief said his farewells and Clark told the news to Lois. “That’s one less crook to worry about escaping.” She nodded to the body, “Now, back to the case at hand. Why would anyone leave this guy here, knowing he’d be eventually found? And why dump him in a vat full of preservatives?” “Maybe it’s a warning?” Clark wanted to concentrate on the case, but suddenly his mind was on several things at once. Perhaps he had focused on catching Lucas for so long, that now he subconsciously felt betrayed at the man not facing retribution. Not that Clark condemned the death penalty, because any form of killing still abhorred him. “Well it’s a pretty strange kind of warning. I mean who’s going to see it out here? And for what purpose? The guy overcharged his patients, but I seriously don’t think he’d be willingly involved in anything shady.” “Maybe one of his patients took a dislike to his fees then?” Clark kneeled and scanned the dust ridden floor for traces of other footprints. Beneath those of the kid and the other cop he could see what looked like a size 14 boot print. Someone with his kind of physique and height had been here recently. “I’d say a pretty tall individual paid this place a visit not so long back, but without more to go on I just don’t see where this is taking us.” Lane checked her watch and then nodded her head back in the youngster’s direction. “Tonight, I don’t think it’s taking us anywhere. Our dead guy’s been here weeks, we aren’t going to solve this in a hurry. What say we get the kid over there home and go to our party? We’ll know more in the morning when Molly gets through with Fleischman.” Molly was Clark’s favourite medical examiner, and also a pretty good friend. Lois had no doubt she would be on scene before they even made it back passed the yellow police marker tape. What Clark hadn’t found on the body, Molly’s finely trained surely would. Begrudgingly, Clark had to agree with his partner’s logic. “Okay, we’ll let the crime scene guys take it from here, but I want to be back on this bright and early.” He headed towards the kid. “Let’s go get our witness’s name rank and serial number before taking him home.” Lane swiftly cringed and gave Clark a look that said ‘Can’t you do it?’ It wasn’t that she hadn’t been around strange or bizarre acting people before, but there was just something that was more than uncanny about this boy. “You have me for a partner and you think he’s weird?” Clark smiled and then changed the subject as he approached the young man. “Hey there, I think it’s time we got your address and let your parents know you’re safe.” “My name is Michael K Thomas, and I live at 457 Edgemont Court.” The statement came out as if he were being taken prisoner, “I live with my mom. I don’t know where my dad is…” “And how old are you, Michael?” Lane decided to prod. “I’m ten.” He said quite proudly until he realized what was coming next. “You aren’t going to tell mom about this are you, or where I was playing?” Michael’s eyes narrowed as he realized the answer before it was given. “It’s procedure kiddo.” Clark put a hand on the ten year olds shoulder and steered him towards their blue Ford. As Kent’s hand made contact with the boy, for the briefest second he felt a flash of recognition, but then it was gone. It was as if I knew him…as if our paths had crossed before a long time ago… “We’ll I guess I at least get a ride in a real cop car huh?” “That you do!” Clark opened the rear door, and made sure his charge was wearing his safety belt before climbing in the front with Lois. I wonder if Ryan will grow up to be like that? Having his own son had totally changed his perspective on life. I wonder where this kid’s dad is, or if the kid even knows who he is? If Clark had asked, he may have gotten one very surprising answer. TBC.... |
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| Whitetiger4 | Mon Apr 12, 2004 3:02 pm Post #7 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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ahahahaa You know we won't allow you to stop there!! Who is this kid?? Get yer butt back here and post more!! |
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| Gizmo | Tue Apr 13, 2004 1:57 am Post #8 |
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OMG! Who IS that kid? Who the heck is his dad? Is Lucus really dead? How does Clark "know" him????? Listen to Suz, sit yer butt back down at your PC and post more!! :p :p I NEED more!!! Yup, just got 2 totally satisfying parts, and yet I WANT MORE!!!!!!!!! Me? Demanding? Nahhhh! :LOL: :LOL: Awesome fic Dawn!! :D :D |
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| kittsbud | Tue Apr 13, 2004 11:48 am Post #9 |
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I'm writing Ice at the moment :p Then I really need to do more Slayer, and then....woo hoo have I got a ride for you with this one ;) |
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| Whitetiger4 | Tue Apr 13, 2004 12:26 pm Post #10 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Yeah, that is the only reason I wasn't too demanding! :P: |
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| kittsbud | Tue Apr 13, 2004 3:47 pm Post #11 |
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Meh, and you know some of what's going to happen, even before I write it! *Ambles off wondering if she should change the plot :p* |
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| Whitetiger4 | Tue Apr 13, 2004 4:40 pm Post #12 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Yeah, that may be, but I don't know enough coz you just tease me! So get busy! :p |
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| Gizmo | Wed Apr 14, 2004 7:43 pm Post #13 |
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Yeah Dawn...GET BUSY!
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:p I think Suz is BOSS...I command you to LISTEN to her! WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE!!! :LOL: :LOL: |
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| Whitetiger4 | Thu Apr 15, 2004 1:34 am Post #14 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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hooo hoo!! Ya hear that!?! I'm the boss! Muwahahahahahahaa!!! |
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| kittsbud | Thu Apr 15, 2004 11:22 am Post #15 |
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You so are not the boss, because I can stop writing anytime I choose :P: *Falls off chair with massive work load she has, never to be seen again* Somewhere, meanwhile, in a barn in Kansas a girl fitting my discription... :yipe: |
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| Whitetiger4 | Thu Apr 15, 2004 12:11 pm Post #16 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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No you can't, coz you know you'd be hounded relentlessly! Oh and you'll have to clean the Barn. It was left in a bit of a mess last night... ;) |
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| kittsbud | Thu Apr 15, 2004 3:40 pm Post #17 |
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Oh, I know, Clark and I partied last night too. Sawwy, we'll clean our mess up when we're done...eventually :p Now you have Ice, I should get to the next wee bit of this tomorrow ;) |
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| Whitetiger4 | Thu Apr 15, 2004 10:47 pm Post #18 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Yeah. See, ya have no more excuses now. I have Ice, and I'll steal me a farmboy too, if need be! :P: *runs and hides before Giz yells at me to hurry with Ice* :oh: :pfft: |
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| kittsbud | Sat Apr 17, 2004 8:57 am Post #19 |
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Luthorcorp Plaza 4.20pm The uniformed guard felt the bundle of keys bounce on the side of his hip, and smiled toothlessly. It was a reassuring feeling to know he had control and access to almost every part of the building…a building that had been constructed with every conceivable extra, and that included state of the art safety and defense measures. Hopping into the elevator, he pressed the button for the thirty-third floor and rode his way up in style. No one else was here yet save the other guards and caterers, and even they didn’t know just who their co-worker really was. Once at his target floor, the fake security man headed for strategic points on the main stairwell and four other sections of the level. In each area he placed a small inconspicuous device with a timer. Then, he headed back to the elevator and rode to the next floor, and then the roof. More mechanisms were hidden away from view, again all with timers. The guard grinned as he worked and then checked his watch, needing to be away from the skyscraper in this guise before the Luthor party began. Any attempt to plant the apparatus before now would have surely been met with failure, because Lex had had teams sweep the building for anything unusual at least six times in as many days. Time though was now of the essence. Finally finishing his work, the man jumped lightly back in the elevator and couldn’t hide his pleasure. Following the girl and baby earlier had been a real buzz, but this was even better. Chloe would be here again tonight with Detective Kent, her husband. Not to mention anybody who was anybody in Metropolis. The boss will be happy with the way things are going. Just a few more hours and the balance of power in this city may swing a little more in our favor… The guard whistled as he crossed the main foyer to the locked Plexiglas doors, and tipped his hat to a fellow ‘officer’. Then, as easily as he had gained access, Dwayne Mezrich used his set of keys to exit the structure and head back to base. Later, he would return to complete the mission with a lot more ordnance, and a lot less diplomacy than he had used this afternoon. See you again soon Luthorcorp Plaza… |
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| Whitetiger4 | Sat Apr 17, 2004 10:48 am Post #20 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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Aw what the hell was that?? That wasn't an update!! Get back here and post more! That's not even funny! :p :yipe: |
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