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| Gizmo | Tue Feb 14, 2006 12:00 am Post #81 |
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Yayyyy Dawn!!!! I love how you're combining my 2 FAVORITE shows into one fic! Nice! I'm only about 1/2 way through but loving every second (you're scaring me which takes a lot to do!!!)...be sure i'll be back soon to finish! Oh, and i really must have to find where your Supernatural fics are...gotta read those!!! Sorry i've been gone for so long...i seem to breeze in and out these days :( :( Just glad to see you're still writing - makes my day knowing i can come here for a good read!!!! :D :D :D :D |
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| SVSyko | Tue Feb 14, 2006 12:35 am Post #82 |
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you've got me hooked. plz update soon! |
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| Renee | Thu Feb 16, 2006 7:49 am Post #83 |
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Oh, I missed this. Good chapter! Love the "Yoda" part! :toofunny: AND the idea of Dean taking on Jor-El. :biggrin: |
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| kittsbud | Thu Feb 16, 2006 2:18 pm Post #84 |
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More Winchester wit before the storm.... The rebuttals had come instantly, just as he knew they would. Jonathan Kent had been the first to point out that taking a life was wrong, followed shortly by his wife and son. Dean had considered trying to tell them that they might not even be fighting a living thing per say- did they really know? But he had soon given up on that idea and instead headed for the Kent screen door, leaving Sam behind to either agree with the Kents, or explain the Winchester point of view. As the door creaked to a close behind him, Dean headed for his Impala. It was dangerous to be outside in plain view if the cops were watching, but he didn’t care anymore. He winced audibly as he neared the Chevy. For a moment he had forgotten about his earlier crash and the damage that had been done to the classic car. Now, as he strode along its side, he could see the full extent of the damage. A deep groove ran along the driver’s door and ended in an actual hole in the rear quarter panel. The front fender had been hammered out to make the car drivable, but it still looked like his pride and joy had been through a meat grinder. Dean ran a hand carefully along the cold, ruptured metal in anger. “When I get this basta…” He paused and turned at the sound of soft footsteps to see Sam had followed him out. “The garage guy works all hours,” Sam offered. “When I got out of the hospital I found where you took it and gave him a call. He said he’d got your car as drivable as he could until some new body panels arrive next week…” “This is going to cost a packet.” Dean observed. “It’ll need a whole new paint job.” Sam smiled and pulled an over-used credit card from his pocket. “Good job there was enough left over from your medical bills to leave Mr. Davenport a deposit, then huh?” Dean grinned. “Courtesy of Mr. Bercowitz again? Dude, it’s time we got a new card.” Sam nodded and looked slightly guilty as he flicked the credit card back in his pocket. “Or maybe got a new profession that actually pays us.” He glanced back to the farmhouse. “Dean, what is going on back there? Some of the stuff you were talking about was going right over my head. And didn’t we come here to investigate this kid, not work with him?” Dean turned and let his body lean on the Impala’s trunk. He sighed, wondering how best to explain to his brother just what was going on without sounding crazy. “Clark’s not exactly your average Kansas farmboy. In fact, he’s not exactly even from Kansas…” Sam nodded, wishing Dean would get to the point. It wasn’t like him to be so cryptic rather than outright sarcastic in his explanations. “You like the kid.” Sam concluded. “Look, Dean, if it’s worth anything, so do I. These people seem like a nice, normal family, but something is just off. I sense it…” “We’re far from a normal family…” Sam whirled to see Clark looking at him with an awkward expression on his face. The teen had appeared from nowhere- which seemed to amuse Dean to no end. “I um…didn’t mean to be rude.” Sam stammered hastily, his guard caught down. “I just um…what do you mean you’re far from normal?” Clark reddened. It had been hard enough telling Dean, but this was ridiculous. “I’m, not exactly from around here…” Dean took his weight from the car and stood to slap a hand on Clark’s back. “He’s just being bashful. What he really means is more like he’s from a galaxy far, far away.” The elder Winchester winked at the teen and then awaited his own brother’s response. It was just as he’d expected. Sam was even more dumbstruck than he had been. The awkward silence seemed to upset Clark even more, and for once, Dean actually felt sorry for someone. He inhaled. “It’s okay, kiddo, us Winchesters have our dark spots too. Take a look at Sammy, there. He makes ‘The Dead Zone’ look like ‘Mary Poppins.’” Clark scowled, and Sam threw Dean an angry look that almost had the intensity of Clark’s heat vision. “Huh?” Clark finally questioned. Dean rolled his eyes. “You know, ‘The Dead Zone’ it’s a Stephen King novel about a guy who sees things…” Clark cut him off. “Yeah, I can and do read, but what has it to do with anything?” Sam’s head bobbed back and forth as the pair squabbled, and eventually he could take no more. It was far easier to confess and be done with it. “What my brother is trying to say is that I see things…the future sometimes, and its usually something bad that I can maybe prevent. It’s not something I make public knowledge, though. I guess people would think I’m nuts.” “See,” Dean held a hand up as if to say ‘I told you so.’ “You both have abilities. You’re both a little weird, but I’m a kind dude and put up with you both. So, now that the introductions are complete, can we go kick some butt or what?” Without waiting for a reply, he headed for the Impala’s trunk to check out what tools of the trade they had left. Sam rubbed at his injured neck and then smiled wanly at Clark. “You get used to him in the end. He really isn’t all that bad if you can put up with the mullet rock.” “He reminds me of a friend.” A vision of Lois entered Clark’s head, and for a split second he thought about how alike the pair were. “I’m not sure which one is more sarcastic, though…” Sam grinned. “Oh, I’m sure it would be Dean. He’s been known to make priests swear.” Dean popped his head around the trunk while continuing to load several weapons without even looking. “I heard that, Sammy. Now what say we cut the bull and get this show on the road?” He looked to Clark. “Are you in, Yoda?” Clark ignored the jibe. “I won’t kill anyone…but I’m coming with you.” Dean had expected as much. “Fine, I guess you can just ‘use the force,’ and if that fails you, try good old rock salt.” He tossed an already loaded shotgun at the teen and Clark grabbed it. “Of course, we have no clue what the heck we’re hunting tonight so salt might not cut it.” He smirked and cocked a forty-five of his own that held a more lethal load of silver bullets. “Wanna drive, Sammy, or load up some more artillery on the way?” Sam cleared his throat and headed for the driver’s door with its taped up window. “I’m driving. Last time you parked us in a ditch.” Dean stuffed the silver magnum he was holding under his coat and jerked his head for Clark to get in the rear. As they both climbed in he grabbed a cassette tape and held it up to Clark. “Do aliens like Iron Maiden?” Clark let the barrel of the shotgun in his hand slide gently over Dean’s seat as Sam started the car. “I don’t know,” he retorted. “Do ghost hunters like rock salt in their ears?” The Impala filled with laughter as it headed down the Kent driveway, but it would be the last joke they played before someone else succumbed to their enemy... TBC... |
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| Renee | Thu Feb 16, 2006 2:25 pm Post #85 |
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You write Dean so well they ought to hire you! :LOL: The "Star Wars" references are just what he'd do. |
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| kittsbud | Thu Feb 16, 2006 3:10 pm Post #86 |
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Now THAT is a compliment! *blushes* |
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| Renee | Thu Feb 16, 2006 3:17 pm Post #87 |
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I mean it! "I'm a kind dude" had me rolling. :rofl2: |
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| kittsbud | Thu Feb 16, 2006 3:24 pm Post #88 |
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Yeah, but you know he'd say it lol! Poor Clark stuck with Lois and now Dean :p Still, Dean will save the day in more ways than one for Mr. Kent- both Mr. Kents in fact. Muhahahahaha..... |
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| Renee | Thu Feb 16, 2006 3:27 pm Post #89 |
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Good! But you really ought to give Jonathan a chance to drive the Impala, you know. He's so fond of cars. :p Maybe Dean could leave the keys in the ignition a la Senator Jennings . . . ? But no, he probably sleeps with them under his pillow! |
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| kittsbud | Thu Feb 16, 2006 4:02 pm Post #90 |
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Hmmn, I'll see what I can do, but 'Reckoning' is fast looming, and I have to take care of that and a certain Luthor first, muhahahahahah....;) |
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| Whiteflag | Thu Feb 16, 2006 6:47 pm Post #91 |
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Excellent update! I do think Clark is more Luke Skywalker than Yoda, though he has to have the Jedi master's patience to put up with the sarcastic gang. :p I never watch SPN so these characters are quite new to me. I'm curious about your comment on DW saving the day for the two Mr. Kents. This is a very intriguing story, told with your usual creativity and unending talent. Good news about archiving the fics on a board! :) |
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| LoisLaneKent | Thu Feb 16, 2006 7:06 pm Post #92 |
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No No they should have Senator Jennings and Jonathan with the General Lee and pitted against the Impala and the Winchester. Clark is the dude with the checker flag. :toofunny: I love this fan fic Yoda! |
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| kittsbud | Sat Feb 18, 2006 12:25 pm Post #93 |
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A lil more.... Chloe didn’t know how much time had passed since she’d been moved. She’d remained bound and gagged in this damp cavern for so long she wasn’t sure if it had been hours or days. To add to her torture, water droplets dripped ceaselessly from a nearby crack on the slimy, fungus covered rock face. Each plop of liquid intensified her mental anguish until she bit down hard on the material in her mouth in frustration. She wanted to scream at the top of her voice at the thing that had captured her, but so far, it hadn’t made its presence known since taking Sam Winchester away and dumping her here. Sam. Where had it taken him? Was he still alive? Chloe hunched forward, trying to peek through the dark shadows of the underground chamber. It was a useless gesture, and one she had been doing every few minutes for what seemed an eternity. “Looking for a rescuer?” The voice belonged to Chloe’s kidnapper as he appeared through the granite wall behind her. Chloe craned her neck, but was unable to answer until her captor roughly pulled away the cloth gag from her mouth. “I’ve been in this kind of situation so many times before; if you expect me to cry and panic you’ll be waiting a long time.” She spat out her sentence with false bravado, but her words were true. She’d been kidnapped so many times in Smallville it was getting somewhat repetitive. I just hope Clark does his usual alien to the rescue routine… The figure in the shadows appeared to read her mind. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll come, Chloe. In fact, I’m counting on it. Thanks to you, I even know how to hurt Clark.” The man moved closer, but still kept out of the light. He wore a hooded jacket to shield his features, but from the depth of his voice Chloe guessed he was in his mid twenties. “Why would you even want to hurt Clark? Or the Winchesters for that matter? They don’t even come from around here.” “Because a debt is owed by you all.” The killer’s timbre grew low and menacing, and for a second Chloe thought he would hit her. Instead, he turned, clasping his hands behind his back. “You could say my siblings and I were the children of the devil himself so wicked was my creator. He strove to create the impossible and instead created monsters- at least, that’s what he thought of us. I heard him one day, speaking with his scientists after they revealed to him what we, his experiment had become.” Chloe didn’t understand. “If you’ve been wronged in some way, why not go to the authorities? Where do Clark and I fit in?” The killer inhaled, and Chloe was painfully aware that he was more than just suddenly angry. He was suffering some kind of mental torture as he was forced to relive old memories. “After I heard the master talking about my sister’s fate, I knew that he would kill me and my brother to hide his transgressions next. So, I formulated my plan for our escape. We both came here and used this old church as a hideout. My brother used his abilities to scare away the locals, and at first it worked. Later, we were forced to take more drastic measures to ward off curious teenagers…” Chloe gaped. “You killed those kids and faked that devil gate business just to keep this little underground lair of yours safe?” “It was one reason, but there were others. You see, some inbuilt jaded genetic code made my brother and I yearn to kill…In the end, he left this place saying his needs required satiating. He felt so alone, so different, and the only way he could compensate for that was to become someone else. Inevitably, he stole their lives, in more ways than one. I never saw him again, because he was killed in St Louis…” “Just who are you?” Chloe was picking out pieces of the story, but without more to go on she was helpless to try and reason with the deranged creature before her. “How did all this start? If you tell me, maybe I can help?” The killer spun hastily back around and slapped Chloe across the face, sending her sprawling across the floor. “I don’t want your help. Your help got my sister killed by the devil that created us.” “I…I don’t even know your sister.” Chloe tried to pull her body into a sitting position, but with her hands tied it was almost impossible. “Dinsmore,” the voice leered. “My sister was Emily Dinsmore, and your meddling got her killed. We didn’t share parents, but we did share DNA thanks to Lionel Luthor. After his experiment failed terribly with Emily, you’d have thought he would have stopped, wouldn’t you? But no, he created two more clones. Mixing and splicing DNA to try and produce some superior being.” “You blame me and Clark because of Emily’s death?” Chloe’s blood ran cold. Emily had been mentally warped, and that, along with her abilities had made her a very dangerous individual. If the person holding her captive was even more unhinged then things could be about to get nasty. “What about Sam and Dean? They weren’t involved with Emily.” “My brother, the one killed in St Louis? Dean Winchester shot him. We all have different gifts, you see. I inherited Emily’s speed, strength, and the ability to move through solid objects. My brother’s DNA had mutated further. He didn’t have the power to move through things, he had the gift of being able to be whoever he wanted…” “So, your whacked out brother could shapeshift and he used it to help him kill people?” Chloe couldn’t help but be sarcastic. “If you ask me the Winchesters deserve a medal for getting rid of him…” The killer laughed, finally moving into the light to remove his hood. He looked so ordinary, so young and innocent- except for his eyes. As he blinked, a strange hue wafted across his pupils just for an instant and was gone. “Say what you like, Chloe, but I will have my revenge on those who have harmed my family. And you’ll have the pleasure of watching every painful moment, knowing that you’ve helped me kill them.” Chloe squirmed, her fear getting the better of her. “I’d never help you. You’d have to kill me first.” “Normally, that might be true.” Her captor grasped Chloe’s chin, pulling her face close to his. “But you see my brother and I did share just one ability. Every person he mimicked, he was able to connect to mentally. He saw their thoughts, their memories- every little detail about them…” The truth hit home, and as the killer let go of Chloe’s chin she dropped back to the damp floor defeated. If the bad guy had read her mind, not only did he know Clark was an alien, but he also knew Clark was allergic to Kryptonite. He probably knew every move and weapon the Winchesters had up their sleeves too. With that in mind, her earlier idea of a swift rescue was looking more and more like a massacre by the minute… TBC... |
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| Whiteflag | Sat Feb 18, 2006 6:55 pm Post #94 |
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Uhmmmm, this is getting more and more interesting; and more and more SV, I must say, which, to me, is really GOOD! Of course I'm glad the bad guy knows how to hurt Clark. Some nice TC in the near future? Let's hope so! :D It's nice to have Chloe worrying about Clark! Great update, splendid writing! I loved the appearance of Emily's DNA brother. Great idea! Can't wait to see how he deals with Clark and with the brothers. More when you can, please. :) |
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| LoisLaneKent | Sat Feb 18, 2006 10:14 pm Post #95 |
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Memo to Dawn keep Lana away from my Dean. Hear that Lana step away from the Dean. :duck: :heehee: |
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| Whiteflag | Sat Feb 25, 2006 2:57 pm Post #96 |
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Is there going to be an update here? Please? :unsure: |
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| kittsbud | Sat Feb 25, 2006 4:15 pm Post #97 |
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Ooops! I forgot to add this update! WF, Clarkie is in trouble!!!! Dean pulled the juddering Impala up to the curb a good distance away from the little church. The battered Chevy was making way too much noise, and it was likely the cop on duty would soon realize this was not a car that likely belonged to a fed. “Just let me do the talking, Sammy. I’ve spoken with this guy before.” Dean winked and hid all signs of weaponry as he exited the vehicle. Clark and Sam followed. “Funny, he was right by the gate last time…” Dean flicked on a small torch and shone it in an arc towards where the deputy had been seated before. There was the possibility that he’d was doing a sweep of the church grounds, but Dean didn’t like it. Clark felt the same way and began using his x-ray vision to check out the masses of undergrowth surrounding the area. It didn’t take too long to find what he was looking for. “He won’t be giving us any trouble.” The teen pointed to a large bush and then moved towards it, parting the thick woody branches to reveal the very dead cop. “His neck’s been broken in two places.” Clark explained as both Winchesters leaned in to look more closely. Dean whistled. “I guess our bad guy has been pretty busy. I’m assuming he’s expecting us too. Think your friend Chloe might have blabbed?” Clark shook his head as they left the cop behind and moved onwards, towards their target. “Chloe’s not your average girl. It would take a lot.” “Maybe she wouldn’t have to tell this thing anything?” Sam paused as they reached the church door. It was ajar, almost inviting them inside. “What if we’re right, Dean, and it’s some kind if shapeshifter?” Dean cocked his forty-five. “You’re thinking it knows our weaknesses simply by being in contact with us?” Sam nodded, rubbing at his throat and wondering what tales his own mind may have told the killer. “We better watch our backs…” Dean scoffed. “Just don’t go getting yourself kidnapped again. What I said in Hibbing about rescuing your ass? I meant it!” The elder brother winked, and then scooted inside the archaic building before Sam could respond. Clark looked at Sam, rolled his eyes and then followed Dean in. He could see everything inside the structure, just like before. This time, though, he was actually afraid of what he might be facing. It was so unknown, even for Smallville. Dean pointed with his flashlight to the hidden stairway they had found on their first visit. It too was open. Waiting. “I don’t like this, Sammy…” Sam licked his lips. Neither did he, but after meeting Chloe, he didn’t want her in the freak of a killer’s presence anymore than necessary. She seemed like a bright, responsible person he could almost relate too. She dealt with weird things and accepted them readily, on a day to day basis. “Want me to go first?” It was Clark. “I do have an advantage, after all.” Dean held a hand out. “Be my guest, but remember, this thing might know your weaknesses.” Clark nodded, and cautiously began to scan ahead as he descended. This time, he checked out the glop on the floor more thoroughly. It looked like flesh, but it had obviously been there a long time, and was in the process of decomposition. What that meant, he wasn’t exactly sure. Dean and Sam joined him at the bottom of the stairs and warily waved around their weapons. The darkness seemed to be watching them and have a life of its own. But then, down here, it might. “Which way?” Sam whispered warily. Dean inhaled, clutching at his weapon just a little tighter than normal. “I was hoping you could tell us. You’re the clairvoyant…” The words echoed slightly down the nearest passageway. Clark was about to tell the pair to stop bickering, but as the echoes stopped, his ears picked up on something else. A voice, faint, but still audible to him was reverberating down the stone corridor. “Help! I’m down here!” “Chloe!” Clark couldn’t help but call out at the familiar and frightened sound of his friend. “What?” Dean couldn’t hear a thing, and he was seriously worried at how loud farmboy was suddenly shouting. “What did you hear?” “It’s Chloe! She’s this way!” Clark hit superspeed before Dean could warn him otherwise. The ghost hunter shook his head. “Kent, get your ass back here! This could be a trap!” But Clark was long gone. “Sense anything?” Dean asked his brother as they now followed in Clark’s footsteps. “Only dread.” Sam admitted honestly. “We should hurry it up…” There was no time to say more. Ahead, a large crack followed by tumbling rubble made both men step back and cover their faces. The passageway had caved it- but not naturally. As dust clouds settled, and the shower of rock fragments subsided, it was easily apparent their foe had indeed set a trap. Not for the Winchesters just yet, but for Clark. “We’ve no way to get to him!” Sam pounded a fist into the wall and felt angry that they hadn’t stopped Clark careering headlong into danger. Dean thought about it. “There has to be a way through, back down one of the other corridors. This thing hasn’t done with us yet. It will want our blood too. While it’s busy with Clark, we may just have a chance of creeping up on its ass.” Sam could tell his brother was hiding his own temper, which was unusual. Normally, he let it out in full force. But then again, maybe he was saving it for the thing that was now stalking them. Picking them off one at a time. “Alright, let’s get back and choose another tunnel while we still have time.” Dean nodded, perspiration forming on his brow as he jogged back the way they had just come. * * * * Clark rocketed down the corridor towards the sound of Chloe’s terrified voice. He had no thought of his own wellbeing. No concern that he might in fact be the victim. Behind him, the C4 erupted and the teen finally realized something was wrong. He slowed, turning to watch as the aftermath of the explosion settled. Dean and Sam were now cut off, and either he, or them could be walking into a trap. Clark weighed up his options. He could probably move the wall of rock in a few seconds, but those seconds would waste precious time that he could be rescuing Chloe. He didn’t know for sure if the Winchesters were in trouble, but he didn’t know Chloe needed rescuing. The choice was easy. Clark continued forward until he reached another antechamber. In the center bound and gagged, and seated on an old wooden chair, sat Chloe. Her eyes begged for him to leave, to do anything but stand gaping at her, but Clark found he couldn’t move- couldn’t even speak. Pain was already finding its way into every sinew of his body, and he knew that Dean had been right. This thing, this creature created by Lionel, did indeed know their every secret. He stumbled forward, wanting, needing to lie down as the Kryptonite began to seep into his system, but his enemy had one last cruel prank to play. Moving just as fast as Clark could, Emily’s biological brother sped forward, pinning Clark to the catacombs far wall with two long slivers of meteor rock. The shards had taken time to fashion in just the right manner to almost crucify the farmboy, but somehow, it seemed fitting. There would be similar fates for the Winchesters later, but for now, Chloe would watch her friend slowly die as the evil rock took its toll. Lionel’s creation stood back from his handy work, watching as a thin trickle of blood began to ebb from each of Clark’s palms where he’d been secured to the rock face. “I’m going to watch Chloe watch you die, Kent. Then, I’m going to wall her in down here with your body while I deal with those freak-hunting scumbags.” He crossed his arms. “Hurt much?” He sneered, hoping the farmboy felt as much pain as his sister had in her last hours… TBC... |
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| Whiteflag | Sat Feb 25, 2006 6:44 pm Post #98 |
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Oh no, no, I need more, that final part of the update was cruel to Clark and to me! (You forgot to post it... Uhmmm. I'm glad I reminded you then! *Mumbles something about too busy/absent-minded writers* ) When I read that Clark would be in trouble, I knew I was going to love the update! And of course I did! Clark, again, putting a friend's safety before his own. And he's been almost crucified! Very fitting indeed. What a great image you described! Poor Chloe has to be in shock seeing her brave friend like this. I hope the brothers get there in time to save Clark (after a nice TC, of course) and then they all together can teach a necessary lesson to the monster. I'm enjoying this great story. I missed your wonderful writing! Now I need to read more about Clark's ordeal. I hope you can post again soon! :) |
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| Renee | Sat Feb 25, 2006 10:34 pm Post #99 |
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Ooh, you're a mean one, Dawn! You're really getting into the TC now, aren't you? :eek: ;) |
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| kittsbud | Sun Feb 26, 2006 7:30 am Post #100 |
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Hmmn, I think WF turned me into a TC'er a long time ago, and I've been too stubborn to admit it.
:p I'm going to try and do more this afternoon, but I've had a flippin art thief to deal with over at STV. *sighs* |
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