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The Metropolis Files; An ongoing continuation from 'Memento'
Topic Started: Sun Apr 4, 2004 1:16 pm (2,388 Views)
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Sorry for the wait folks, but I'm a busy girl :faint:


Mezrich retrieved his Uzi just as Lex dived for the stairwell after Clark. The toothless villain spat blood and then pulled the trigger; his first volley missing the billionaire by only millimetres. Behind him, others in his team were being overcome by irate partygoers, including Jonathan and Stillwater.

“Mr. Kent, maybe you should go after Clark too?” Paul let off a shot from his weapon as soon as he pulled it from his secret holster. The round tore into one of the bad guys knee caps, just has he had intended, and then he whirled around searching for his next target.

He smiled as he spotted Chloe busily punching out another thug with the help of Lois, and as everything seemed to be under control, Stillwater joined Jonathan in a dash for the stairs. The younger Sheriff hopped lithely up two steps at a time, desperate to catch up with Mezrich before he bumped into Lex. Jonathan was slower, but for his age still managed to keep reasonably close.

Neither man spoke, and secretly Jonathan prayed Clark had everything under control up ahead, but somehow there was a nagging doubt in his mind. With his speed and abilities he should have been back with Ryan by now. What if..?

A bullet ricocheted off the wall, sending a lump of plaster flying by his temple, and making Jonathan duck for cover. Stillwater flattened his body to the wall, and when Mezrich showed himself again the off duty sheriff fired several shots of his own.

One was high, missing Mezrich and embedding in the doorway to the forty-fourth floor. The second and third bullets hit home more accurately, slamming into Mezrich and forcing him backwards into the wall. After a moment his lifeless body fell forward, slumping onto the top few steps with a thud.

Stillwater kept his weapon ready and leaped up the stairs to the corpse. Once he was sure Mezrich wouldn’t be giving them any more trouble, he signalled for Jonathan to follow him up.

It was then the second explosion came. It rumbled beneath them like an angry volcano, almost tossing them off their feet with the force of its eruption. Jonathan grabbed the nearby handrail for support, but Paul was much steadier, and when the dust settled he was poised for action.

Neither man wanted to speculate what the new blast might mean, or if their loved ones had lived through it. Instead, they fixed their thoughts on the here and now.

“I can hear voices in there,” Stillwater nodded his head to a set of unfinished offices, “I’m sure one was Clark. I’ll go in first, you keep back till I know it’s safe…”

Jonathan indicated he understood, but was ready for a full frontal assault should it be required. He had no intention of losing a son, or a grandson here tonight.

“Need a hand?” Lex appeared unexpectedly and was breathless from his skyward sprint. His face was flushed from exertion, and he offhandedly mopped sweat from his brow, but he was still ready to join in the fray. “I guess I was so eager to catch up I ran past the floor they stopped at.” He explained apologetically. “Your guy here almost had me…” He tapped Mezrich’s prone form with the front of his thousand dollars shoes for effect.

Jonathan was growing impatient. “Can we just hurry up?” Even though Lex was now considered a friend, he could still manage to annoy the farmer sometimes.

Stillwater put a finger to his mouth, telling them to hush, and then he pushed forward first with his weapon, tucking it close to his body as he had been trained. The door swung silently open and the voices from inside became clearer. They were obviously coming from the nearest office. Paul edged to the corner of a dividing section and dared to peek around.

“I’ll leave you now, but before I go I’ll just make sure Junior stays asleep…shall we say forever?”

The words alone cut into Stillwater’s mind, but when he realized what was happening his blood almost ran cold. “Hold it right there!” He yelled as the crook took a flying kick at the infant, and when his warning didn’t work he let off a slug at his foe.

The villain flew backwards but had only been winged, and as Paul ran forward he lunged through an adjoining door and vanished from sight, leaving droplets of his blood adorning the carpet as well as Clark’s.

Stillwater winced, wanting to chase after his prey, but was torn at leaving a baby and a fellow cop in need. He looked to Kent who was still lying on the floor near his child, and decided he required the most attention.

Lex and Jonathan burst their way in seconds later, looking confused and alarmed.

“Give me your gun!” Lex held out a hand expectantly to the sheriff, “I’m not letting that guy get away!” He seemed unconcerned with Clark’s bloodied condition which surprised Stillwater, and he only hesitantly tossed his 45 to the billionaire, who promptly raced after the bad guy.

“Easy…” Paul put his mind back on Clark and gently helped him into a sitting position. “How bad is it?” As he asked the question he pulled away Clark’s jacket to take a look. There was a lot of blood, but Kent refused to take his hand away from the wound for some reason, and it wasn’t just to keep up pressure on it.

“Ryan…” He asked hoarsely, never once taking his gaze from Jonathan who was picking up the baby, “Please tell me he didn’t?”

Stillwater shook his head. “He didn’t get chance for his boot to connect. Everything’s going to be alright, just stay still and I’ll go back down and get Dr Berman.”

“No,” There was a strange urgency in Clark’s voice, “Go help Lex, we can’t let him get away, not again…” He panted then looked longingly as his father brought Ryan nearer. “Just GO! My Dad will be here…my side looks much worse than it is.”

The Sheriff frowned and as he rose from his crouched position glanced at Jonathan. Surprisingly, the farmer nodded he could handle the situation, and so Stillwater turned and raced after his host. As he charged through the doorway he could be heard mumbling.

“This is one hell of a party! And they say Smallville is weird!”

Once he was out of sight, Jonathan kneeled down next to his son. Ryan burbled in his arms, but at first glance appeared unharmed. “Son, what’s going on?” The farmer’s face showed just how concerned he was for father and child. “Why aren’t you healing?”

Clark felt more blood at his lips and pressed harder on the seeping wounds in his side and stomach. “There’s kryptonite hidden…in the walls.” He paused, catching his breath, “Doesn’t matter about…me. Dad, he dropped Ryan…”

Jonathan’s gut tightened. From what he could see the infant wasn’t injured, but what if there was internal damage? He lightly touched the baby, but Ryan didn’t cry or scream out. I don’t know what to do, I’m no doctor! We need Berman up here! There was so much going through his mind, so much he could easily lose in one night. First Karyn, now Clark and Ryan. How can I face Martha and Chloe if anything happens?

“I think he’s alright,” Jonathan finally managed to say, “Can’t you x-ray him and be sure?”

Clark wanted to say that he had tried that already, but if there was any chance he had to attempt it again. Screwing his eyes closed for a second, the injured cop summoned every bit of will power he had to make his vision focus correctly. When he looked again his concentration was immeasurable, and his vision was working half acceptably.

Both Ryan and his father appeared mere skeletons, adorned with layers of sinew and tissue, and to Clark’s relief, all he could find on his tiny son were a few bruises. Again, he also noted there didn’t seem to be any effect from the kryptonite in the walls. Ryan is one lucky but normal kid…

“He’s okay,” Clark pressed on his own wounds more and gritted his teeth, “Now we have to get him out of here.” He glanced over at the nail gun, and then down to his own stomach. Using his faltering x-ray vision again he saw with some relief that all the projectiles had exited his body. I don’t have to worry about healing with them inside me…If I live long enough to heal that is.

Jonathan followed his gaze and for the first time realized what had injured Clark. The evil weapon now lay innocently to one side, empty and benign. “We have to get you both out and soon, Son.” He scrutinized the blood seeping between his son’s fingers in abundance, and realized they had to get below the fortieth floor before it was too late. I can’t carry them both. Hurry back Lex! Another thought occurred that they would have to be careful what they told Paul, but he dismissed it. Stillwater knowing Clark’s secret was the least of their worries.

“Take Ryan…I’ll follow with Lex and Stillwater when …they get back.” Clark was sweating and pale, but his dad knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The look of panic and concern every second Ryan remained in harm’s way was easily apparent.

Jonathan swallowed hard and nodded, pulling the now cooing infant close to his chest in a shielding grip. “You just hang in there. I’ll come right back up once I have Ryan to his mom.” The loving parent saw a grateful expression on Clark’s pained face as he walked briskly to the stairwell, and was just thankful his son hadn’t asked about his sister or the others. What if the second explosion was on their floor?

Back out on the stairs, Jonathan stepped guardedly over Mezrich’s very dead body and began to descend the steps as quickly as he dared. When he reached the forty-second floor he realized the air was becoming thick, and a light miasma was filling the once clean air. He paused and looked through the door that led to the main floor entrance, only to see flames licking lithely up the small glass pane that isolated him from the obvious fire.

Jonathan whirled around and noticed a thin film of greyish smoke was also billowing from beneath the now dysfunctional elevator doorway. The second explosion had effectively caused a fire to start burning separately from the one the first detonation had ignited. There was not only no way to get down to the lobby, but they were now trapped between two raging fires that at some point would surely merge.

Not to be defeated without trying, Jonathan pushed forward, hoping that he was wrong, and that he could still reach the other partygoers. Only a few short stairs further down however, he was stopped by an inferno of intense heat and magnitude. The dense fumes and choking atmosphere were impenetrable, even without the blazing fiery tendrils lashing the stairwell.

As if sensing their setback, Ryan began to cry. At first it was only a small whimper, but as Jonathan covered the tot’s head to protect him and reversed their route, his bawling became unbearable. He knows we can’t get down far enough…and to Clark that means…Jonathan didn’t even want to think about it. Nor did he want to consider the fact of what two converging fires might mean.

TBC...
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Wow! :eek: Things just keep getting worse for them don't they? Hurry up and save them will ya? :p
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Great story cant wait for more :D
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Sorry I'm not quicker, but I'm juggling fics and work, and web making :LOL:


Lex barrelled up the auxiliary stairwell like a F14 fighter plane with an attitude problem. He had insisted on every kind of safety measure possible for the new Plaza, but it was the extra set of emergency stairs that had been added to the design, that were now allowing his enemy to flee to the rooftop.

He paused and listened for footsteps, exhaling hard as he waited to see if the man he was tailing was still running. An echoing on concrete and a sinister laugh proved that he was, and Lex pushed on upwards in pursuit.

“Lex, Lex, why don’t you save yourself a few minutes of life and go back down to the others?” The voice and manner seemed familiar, and yet hard to place.

Lex looked up to see the villain looking down at him from the topmost flight of steps. Even though he was unarmed he appeared quite unafraid of the weapon in Lex’s hand. It was the wild stare of a man who had long since given up any rational thought or sanity. His eyes danced with an insane rage, pointedly fixed on the bald billionaire below.

“Whoever you are, you can’t hope to escape, there’s nowhere to run only the roof.” Lex bit into his lip as he tried to trap the man into giving up his intended route. While he waited for a reply, he wiped his brow again and glanced down at the sound of more footsteps. The gun in his hand felt warm to the touch; its metallic surface making the palms of his hands hot and sticky, but still ready for action.

This time the newcomer was most welcome. Stillwater nodded as he approached, but didn’t come forward far enough to be seen by the person above. He gestured up with his forefinger to Lex, intimating he should push the bad guy further. They had to know what he had planned, and if there were more charges hidden and ready to detonate.

“You insult me with your cheap ploy. Why don’t you simply ask how I have engineered my getaway? I’m no fool. I know this building has a helipad on the roof. Lord knows I’ve seen it in enough cheap movies while I was incarcerated that it’s almost laughable.” Something white flicked over the upper railing and floated down past Lex like a feather.

He reached out, letting his fingertips grasp the wrinkled paper before it could drift further away into oblivion. It was only a small note, written with real ink and an eye for calligraphic detail. The letters were perfectly formed works of art, and yet the temper with which they had been scribed was most apparent to Lex, who was after all a connoisseur of all things aesthetically pleasing. Each stroke had been pressed upon far too heavily, gouging grooves into the paper until they had nearly cut through it.

The message was clear. A man should know the name of his killer before he dies.

“And are you going to enlighten me?” Lex hugged his body as close to the wall as he dared while stealing another glance upwards.

It was obvious the person to whom he was speaking held some kind of personal grudge that would only be satisfied when everyone, especially Lex was dead. Right now, Lex hoped that grudge would make the killer vulnerable and exposed, but it wasn’t going to be easy. As Lex hunched forward and tried to get a clear shot off, the sound of a gun being cocked high up made him flinch.

The noise was heavy, like it belonged to an old AK47, certainly not a hand weapon. He has someone with him…maybe even with a helicopter on the roof, just like he implied. Lex cringed at his own inattention to detail. How could this all have gotten past my security? It seemed impossible after the money and time he had thrown into the buildings systems. Who are you..? Why do you vex me so?

“Guessed yet, Lex?” Before he was given chance to attempt a reply, the AK47 let a volley of slugs loose, and they narrowly zipped over Lex’s bald cranium. The plaster on the walls exploded in a white powdery shower, making the air thick with a chalk-like dust. “Oh well, I wish I could stay and chat, but I do believe it’s almost time for more fireworks!”

Another cackle followed by ascending footsteps convinced Lex his enemy was going to get away. Thoughts of Clark lying bleeding and baby Ryan so still on the floor swam around in his mind. Revenge on a Luthor was nothing new, but no way was he letting his friends be hurt in his place.

With some primal war cry he lunged forward, reverting back to a former self he thought no longer existed within his mind. It had been a long time since he felt like this. Not even his legendary fight with his own brother had evoked such feelings of hatred. In his psyche he convinced himself he was untouchable, and for a moment it almost seemed to work-almost.

More bullets rained down from top of the stairwell like deadly pirouetting fireflies. One skimmed over the handrail, showering sparks and spiralled straight towards Lex’s bare head. At the last possible minute, Stillwater grabbed the billionaire by the shirt-tail and yanked back hard. The senator spun backwards in an inelegant tumble, and barely stopped before falling into Stillwater’s arms.

“I won’t let him just fly off my damn roof!” Lex barked at the small town sheriff and whirled to once again charge after his foe. Veins protruded from his perspiring head in a show of absolute obstinacy. Luckily, Stillwater had a firm grip, and just as tenacious a temper.

“Didn’t you hear him? He has more explosives set to go off!” The cop was shouting now, as the rotating thrum of an incoming chopper’s rotor blades cut of any intelligible kind of chat. “You’ll be cut down the minute you go up there. That’s what he’s hoping for! Don’t give him the satisfaction. Come on, let’s get back down and help Clark and the others, I’ve a feeling they’ll be needing us!” The Sheriff gently pried his gun from Lex’s hand and carefully clicked on the safety. He checked the clip and then slid it back in, relieved they still had ammo.

Lex knew Stillwater was right, but the vulgar note he held in his hand burned like a fire at his soul. A man should know the name of his killer before he dies.

The man who was escaping had no intention of anyone else leaving the building, so if death should come why not take its evil instigator down too? The billionaire looked longingly at the open door to the roof he could just see out of. If he could get a shot off at the helicopter, maybe he could bring it down. And risk it crashing on innocent citizens below, or back into the building?

Rationality finally hit home, and Lex nodded to Stillwater disconsolately. “We better hurry,” was all he could think to say. Deep inside though, deep where some part of him would always be a Luthor, he was still attempting to determine who his foe was, and how he could gain retribution.

The cop at his side recognized the look, but made no comment. Instead, he rushed the still temper-stricken Lex back the way they had come. Going down was much easier without all the uncertainty of what lay ahead, but it was still fraught with danger from the expected blast. Neither man had any clue where or when it would come, all they could hope for was to return to their loved ones, and if nothing else die together.

TBC...
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I came late to this story, which is why I haven't commented on it before. But I absolutely love the idea of a world where Clark and Chloe are married and have a baby, and Lex turned out all right (but still manages to annoy Jonathan from time to time :) ). Neat stuff!
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Ah yes, but you need to get back to Clark and the others, dammit! :p
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Lex & Stillwater will be rejoining Clark & Jon shortly ;)
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They need to hurry up! :p
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! It stopped!!! :( :( :( Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

What Suz said....GET BACK TO CLARK AND HIS FAMILY!!! Help them!!! Thank goodness Ryan's ok - i'm still trying to figure out if he's "super". LOL

More more more more more more more!! pretty pretty please with sugar on top!! :D :D
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Don't feel bad Gizzy, She won't tell me either! :p
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Maybe we should bring out the jellybeans! Time for some o'fashioned threatening! *evil laugh* LOL I think we at least DESERVE some spoilers! Don't ya think? Hmmmmmm...yup, it's spoiler time! :D :D :D
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I agree *Loads ball launcher* :evil:

Um, altho... *rubs toe in dirt* I um, reeeealy need to get to work on Frenetic! *hides* :duck:
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How did I miss this! ANd now that I find it...what a terrible cliff hanger! And what do you mean, "Say goodbye to an old friend?" Torturer! Eek! Perhaps baby Ryan might have a bit of his father in him, after all? The suspense is killing me!
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It's killing us all!! She won't even tell me if he does or not! :p Meanie!
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*Runs from jelly beans*


Jonathan Kent had just made it back to the forty-fourth floor when the last and most deadly explosion hit. The rippling effect seemed to course through the whole skyscraper shell, bringing chunks of debris fluttering past the huge glass windows in massive clusters. It looked like the very heavens had opened and were showering down concrete and plaster on to the unsuspecting world below. In fact, sections of the rooftop, including Lex’s helipad had been reduced to extremely costly rubble. Fiery portions bounced off the glass panes, and some smaller segments even floated in through the hole the thug had made earlier.

Maybe someone will see that now and get the police and fire department out here! Jonathan knew at the moment there was little the emergency services could do to get them out, but it was at least a comforting thought.

“Dad?” Clark still lay on the floor where he had been before, and he looked even paler now that his father had reappeared still carrying Ryan. “What’s wrong? Why did you come back?” The cop’s voice faltered as he asked the questions, and it was obvious the prolonged exposure to kryptonite was having a very adverse effect.

Jonathan coughed from the smoke he had inhaled, and took a moment to regain his composure after the exertion of climbing the stairs. Once he had collected his thoughts, and double checked on the infant in his arms, he decided to tell his son the truth without any frillings. Kneeling close and putting a hand on Clark’s shoulder, Jonathan found the words unbearable to speak.

“Son, the stairwell is blocked from the forty-second floor. I don’t know who this guy is we seem to have ticked off, but he sure is thorough. I can’t see any way we can get down.” It was like giving Clark the death sentence, but then if something didn’t happen soon, they would all succumb to the inferno before the night was over. “I don’t know what to do?”

“Well I may be able to answer at least one of those questions…” Lex stumbled through the fire door to the auxiliary stairs, shortly followed by a very dishevelled Paul Stillwater. Both men looked like they had been mud wrestling for a week and had then rolled in a barrel of soot for extra measure.

“What the…?” Even Jonathan couldn’t hide his surprise at their appearance.

Stillwater spat a small piece of dislodged ceiling from his mouth and then wiped more dust from his blackened visage. “I think we came just a little too close to becoming Metropolis’ first two human cannonballs. That blast took us right off our feet and almost out on to the sidewalk!” The sheriff shook his head, unable to get the ringing noise from the detonation out of his ears. Then he glanced around and decided they needed a plan of attack and fast. “So, shouldn’t we try to get down to the others?”

Jonathan was about to tell them he’d already tried, but Clark cut in first. “Maybe one of you can try this stairwell, and someone else can check the one you just came down? It might be faster that way…”

Stillwater nodded, not realizing the detective’s small deception. “I’ll go take one, Lex can try the other.”

Lex smiled ever-so-slightly and once Paul was on his way he looked back down at Clark. “You know it’s blocked already, don’t you?”

Kent exhaled and trembled weakly with the effort. “Dad already checked. The stairs are ablaze…but maybe if you can get me down there without Stillwater seeing, there might be something I can do…”

If it were anyone else Lex would have thought the remark insane, but he knew even injured Clark was a formidable force to be reckoned with. He leaned forward, looking his long time friend in the eye and understanding that they had very little time if Clark were to live, but that the cop would gladly give his life for theirs if faced with the choice.

After a second Lex grabbed Clark’s arm and pulled the cop up in one adroit manoeuvre, then cautiously hurled him over his shoulder. Kent groaned with the pressure his position put on his wounds, and his head spun wildly, but he managed to remain conscious just to see his tiny son’s face.

“Ryan?” Clark all but whispered as the three once again descended the smoke ridden stairwell.

The infant responded to his father’s voice with a soft gurgle and showed no signs that the dense smog around them was having any effect on his lungs. Jonathan and Lex however, had already begun to hack as the whirling miasma assaulted their respiratory systems. Even Clark felt his throat begin to burn due to his weakened condition.

“You okay?” Lex turned his head a touch to glance at his burden while he took a small breather. “Are you feeling any stronger?”

Kent just managed to shake his head and then gestured with his dangling arm at something below them. The flames Jonathan had encountered earlier where now lapping up the walls on this section of the stairs. In just a few short minutes the fire had spread and was growing in intensity.

“Put...me down.” Clark was rasping now, but he knew what needed to be done, and somehow he would find the strength and willpower to do it. Not for his own sake, but for Ryan, his dad, Lex, and the oblivious Stillwater. The cop knew the exertion in his state might even kill him, but one death was better than five. “Lex, before I do this…there’s something I need to know,” he paused, coughing blood, “Back there when my dad was talking about the bad guy; you said something about at least answering one of dad’s questions. What did you mean?”

Lex honoured his friend’s request and set him down as safely as possible in such a hot and hostile environment. The steps even felt warm to the touch as he lay Clark down on them. Then, glancing at Jonathan first he rubbed at his bald and grease smeared cranium with his hand, not knowing how to tell the dire truth. “This is once again all my fault…”


TBC...
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oooh!!! Ya can't just stop there, you must continue!! :D :D I'm loving this, what's gonna happen now? Will they get out alright?
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Yeah, she keeps stopping like that. It's annoying isn't it? :p
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Very ;)
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i hate that.
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Very, very! Maybe we should start a "no stopping" rule! How about it...shall we vote? *raises hand* LOLOLOLOLOL

OMG I soooo can't believe you stopped there!!! Nasty cliff!!!! What the heck is Clark gonna do when he's all weak from the Kryptonite??? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

And why is Lex saying it's his fault! *shakes head* oh Lex, what have you DONE now???? :eek: :eek:

starts singing the "more" song....more more more more more more more

And i'm still wanting to know if Ryan has powers...does he? doesn't he? Ack, i'm sooo not good at this waiting/patience thing! LOL

Tres AWESOME Dawn! Now come back here and SAVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEE them!! :D :D :D
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