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| Whiteflag | Sun Feb 26, 2006 11:41 am Post #101 |
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An art thief! Oh dear!
:unsure: Oh, yes, I turned Dawn into a TC'er!!! And I'm enjoying every minute of her evilness! :LOL: But I think she was quite willing to get into it! I'm so lucky! :D |
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| kittsbud | Sun Feb 26, 2006 2:33 pm Post #102 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Here's a lil more! Clark didn’t answer- and not just because of the pain. He had no intention of giving his tormentor what they wanted. The mind reading freak sensed exactly what his prisoner was thinking. “Maybe you won’t answer, but I can still toy with your confident over there.” He turned, striding cockily over to Chloe and pulling away her gag. “Still so sure he’s going to rescue you now?” Chloe pulled her head away, scowling at her captor. “You can kill us. What good will it do? Revenge is pretty empty, you know that?” “Perhaps,” He crossed his arms over his chest and made it quite clear he was enjoying Clark’s writhing on the wall. “But then, this is so much better than watching TV. So much more real…” He laughed, grabbing Chloe’s hair and holding her head so that she couldn’t look away. She would watch Clark’s every last breath before being walled in alive. * * * * Dean Winchester hated anything to get the better of him. It didn’t matter whether it was a simple poker game, or a whacked out creature, either way, it got his back up. “There has to be a way to find this freak,” he mumbled, taking yet another passage and soon finding it too was a dead end. “Maybe we should stop and think this thing out logically before we go full frontal.” Sam cocked his head a little questioningly. “Thanks for the advice, Mr. Spock, but logic might not kill this thing.” Dean’s brow furrowed and he turned back, heading towards yet another rocky entrance. He paused as something crunched under his boot, and he dared to glance down. It was a chocolate wrapper. Sam kneeled, picking up the foil. “This is all he fed Chloe and me on while I was down here. Maybe if…” “If he’s dropped the wrapper here then he’s hiding the girl this way. Or…” “Or, he’s thinking of trapping us the way he trapped Clark.” Sam concluded from his brother’s thoughts. “Yeah, well I’m smarter than the average bear.” Dean edged forward, wondering just what kind of trap lay in wait for them. Could they carry on and still avoid it. He hoped so, for everyone’s sake. Sam smiled slightly as they cautiously continued forward. “Smarter than the fabric softener bear?” he quipped in a whispery voice. Dean shot him a look. “You’re never gonna let me live that lil bitch down, are you?” He ignored any further smirking from his brother and set about the task at hand. They hadn’t gotten very far, when he found what he was looking for. Gesturing with the barrel of his shotgun, he pointed to the slimy wall in front of them. Carefully concealed was yet more C4. “Think this was meant to kill us, or seal us in?” Sam asked, getting a closer look at their enemy’s handy work. Dean shrugged. “I’m guessing seal in. If I’m judging this whacko right, he’ll want to do the killing in person.” While he spoke, he handed his weapon to Sam and began to cautiously remove both detonator wires from the explosives. When it was safe, he plucked the lump of grey Semtex away from the wall and stuffed it in his pocket. Sam tossed back the shotgun, and Dean was about to get his own back for the teddy bear comment when he heard something faint coming from the plethora of tunnels ahead. Dean held up a finger and pointed. Sam nodded, straining his ears to try and define what the noise was. To his dismay, he realized it was the sound of someone groaning- probably in immense pain. Dean didn’t wait to look for more ambushes. “Come on.” He began to run, not caring that his footfalls were resounding through the confined stone catacombs like thunder. “If I’m not mistaken that’s our alien buddy, and he doesn’t sound like he’s having fun.” Sam squirmed as they quickened the pace. He’d already felt one dose of revenge from the killer, and he wasn’t too sure they weren’t both headed for another. * * * * Clark didn’t know how long he had been pinned to the wall. Minutes, hours, they all seemed like one when Kryptonite was around. At least he didn’t feel much now. The intense burning in his hands had long given way to a dull throb as his mind and senses began to crumble. He heard himself moan, and could see tears forming in Chloe’s eyes as he slumped forward, his own body weight tearing at his hands. The killer said nothing. Simply watching as every last breath took more and more effort. Clark wondered if he should give in to the urge to close his eyes. Maybe then it would be over. Maybe then he could sleep, but some inner part of him wouldn’t allow it. While ever he drew breath, he had a chance of saving Chloe. He gulped, finding it hard to swallow and attempted to look up at his captor- to stare him in the face in defiance. Clark blinked. Am I seeing things? At the entrance to the nearest tunnel, he saw a flash of something- metal maybe? He blinked again, and this time through tears of pain he was certain he had seen a gun barrel. For a moment, he looked away, not wanting his captor to realize what he was looking at. When it was safe, he glanced back again, merely for seconds. Dean Winchester held up a hand and then pointed to the maniac beside Chloe. He was signalling that the boys were coming in, and things were about to get messy. If Clark could have nodded in acknowledgement, he would have, but as it was the look of understanding in his eyes would have to be enough. He didn’t know if he could really be of any help, but he would muster every last ounce of energy to try. TBC... |
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| Renee | Sun Feb 26, 2006 2:39 pm Post #103 |
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Oh, this should be fun! (Glad you managed to bring in the fabric softener bear! :P: ) |
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| clarkfan | Mon Feb 27, 2006 8:21 am Post #104 |
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Excellent story...........I hate to say it but I love it when Clark is being tortured. You are a great writer that just pulls you into the story and you can see everything in you head. Write more when you can. :P: |
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| LoisLaneKent | Mon Feb 27, 2006 9:04 am Post #105 |
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Dawn you brought up the fabric softner teddy bear! :rofl2: How come Lois didn't go with the boys to rescue Chloe? |
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| Whiteflag | Thu Mar 2, 2006 6:20 pm Post #106 |
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The TC is great and you depict the scene perfectly, as usual. I'm loving my poor, beautiful, suffering Clark! Please, don't leave us hanging here for very long. We need more! :) |
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| kittsbud | Sun Mar 5, 2006 2:49 pm Post #107 |
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The next few seconds could have been a scene from a battlefield rather than some small Kansas town’s church, but then with the Winchesters it often got that way. Dean took the lead in, barrelling at his foe with his shotgun poised for action. Sam followed making a beeline for Chloe’s trussed up from. “Like hurting innocent young girls do you? Well come take a swing at me! Let’s see what you’re made of.” Dean was tempted to fire rock salt at the killer, but somehow he already knew it wouldn’t work- and for two reasons. Lionel’s creation was shifty, and not in a body melting kind of way like his brother. The freak vanished before Dean could even get close, and then reappeared behind him. The thing tapped Dean of the shoulder cheekily, and then slammed a fist straight into his stomach- literally. It was something Clark had seen done before. Because the clones’ bodies could move through things, it meant they could also move through another human, and it hurt like hell. Dean instantly slumped to the floor, and Sam paused in his task of untying Chloe, unsure what to do. “I’d leave her right where she is boy, or your brother’s insides get mangled real good.” The killer smiled and moved his hand just a fraction, causing Dean to cringe in agony as he lay on the floor. “Shoot, this freak, Sammy!” Dean ignored the pain and yelled out like he was giving his younger brother an order. The bark didn’t work. Sam wasn’t about to make any kind of move until he was sure he could make it work. Right now, he could see no way out of their predicament. He held up a hand, trying to keep the clone as calm as possible. “Look, I don’t know the whole story here, but we’ve never met. How do we deserve any of this?” “You really think I’m going to waste precious seconds bothering to explain? This isn’t a movie were I give you time to make a plan.” The clone chuckled. “Now, I wonder who should die first? Shall we wait for Clark? Or should I finish your brother while we wait?” Sam looked frantically at the teen literally crucified against the wall and then back to his brother. At his side, he could sense Chloe at least tugging free of her bonds where he had loosened them, but of course she didn’t let the killer see it. “Hell, why not do me first?” Dean swallowed hard as the hand within him moved enough to make him feel like he was going to be sick. He attempted to ignore the nausea. “Hey, in fact, why not quit being a coward and make this a fair fight?” “Fair? Nothing about who I am is fair!” The clone abruptly yanked his hand free from Dean’s stomach and plucked a hunting knife from his belt. Dean struggled to rise, clutching where he’d been violated. While he was so unsteady, he thought the thing would finish him, but he was wrong. “Take it,” The clone offered up the knife and pulled out a second for himself. “Maybe I do want to play after all, Mr. Spook Hunter.” Sam gaped. Dean was in no condition to fight after what he’d just been through. Still, Sam knew his brother wouldn’t back down. He thought about trying to interrupt, but then the thing would only use its unearthly speed and gifts again to even up the odds. Dean twirled the blade in his palm while psyching out his foe with a firm, unwavering gaze. “Come get me, bitch.” He taunted. The clone circled, not falling for the trap. It didn’t speak now, but instead put its full energy into the hunt, the kill. With a flick of its lightning reflexes it sprang forward, letting the knife in its hand glide gracefully through the air, slicing into Dean’s forearm. Instead of recoiling, as it had expected, Dean made a counter attack of his own, parrying the second blow launched at him, and striking with a quick blade to the stomach. The knife didn’t cut the clone deeply, but he spat with anger at his enemy. How long would he even attempt to fight fairly if Dean continued to show he had a chance? Dean didn’t want to find out. Avoiding how tired he felt, the elder Winchester lunged again while he had the advantage. The blade nicked his opponent under the chin- just enough to draw a thin trickle of blood. “Still think this is going to be easy?” Dean couldn’t help more goading. “Maybe we’ll stick you up on the wall when I’m through with you, huh?” The clone roared. Playing with the enemy was not as amusing as he had thought it would be. It was time to finish the game. He backed away slightly, not wanting to be soiled with his enemy’s blood. It was then, watching from his position that Clark realized hat was going to happen. The bad guy dropped his knife and began reaching for his pocket again at lightning speed. He had another weapon. Desperately, the teenager tried to kick in his x-ray vision to get a look at what was going to happen. His eyes strained and barely made the change, but the view he got was enough to make him realize Dean Winchester was about to have his brains blown out. He wanted to call out, to warn the ghost hunter of his impending doom, but every ounce of strength he wasted might be useful elsewhere. He began to pant as he fought the Kryptonite one last time to save a friend. Across the chamber, Dean suspected what the clone was up to and dived for the floor the minute his enemy dropped the knife. The clone however was twice as quick to re-aim than a human could ever be. “Dean!” Sam watched in fascinated horror as the killer pulled the trigger, awaiting the certainty of his brother’s death. Somehow, though, as he watched in awed silence, the bullet appeared to melt in mid air, its trajectory ruined by a small but white hot stream of energy. Sam balked and looked over to see Clark collapse unconscious after his feat. That meant there would be no second save. The clone wasted precious seconds to turn and look at Clark. He had to be sure the teen wouldn’t do it again. Perhaps he should put a bullet in the farm boy for good measure? While his back was to Dean, the ghost hunter made his move. There was no time to scramble to his feet, so instead he made a dive for the killer’s legs. The clone kicked out, knowing he’d made a mistake, and underestimated the group he now fought. His boot caught Dean’s temple as he thrashed hysterically to escape, but Dean fought back, regardless, throwing a right hook of his own. As they fought, Sam rushed to join the fray while Chloe tried to free Clark from the slimy chamber wall. She tugged frenziedly at the Kryptonite spikes, but they wouldn’t budge. “You freaky bast…” Dean was cut off as another boot caught him. He grunted in response and was glad when Sam finally managed to join him. Sam pointed his weapon at the killer. “That’s enough!” The clone stopped thrashing and rolled over on his back, breathless. “Oh really? I guess that means you’ve forgotten who you’re fighting with.” He laughed and then hopped lithely to his feet. Sam stood firm, following the killer’s moves with his gun. “I mean it…” More laughter. “So do I. You forget who I am, and what I can do.” Ignoring the barrel pointed at him, the clone made a dash for the nearest wall and dissipated into it with a triumphant yelp. Dean clambered to his feet and almost doubled up. He was still feeling the effects of having the clone’s hand literally ‘in him.’ “Slippery little cuss isn’t he? You should have shot him while you had the chance.” Sam looked more concerned about the groups well being. “You okay?” He asked, and then looked to Clark, who obviously was not… TBC... |
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| Renee | Sun Mar 5, 2006 6:38 pm Post #108 |
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Wow! You write one heck of a fight scene, girl! :clap: |
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| Lor1513 | Sun Mar 5, 2006 6:50 pm Post #109 |
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Gotta Love That Good Old Smallville Feeling <3
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wow! that was great :clap: :clap: and i agree with Renee! that was some fight scene :LOL: |
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| Whiteflag | Mon Mar 6, 2006 5:21 pm Post #110 |
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Great scene! Clark was a hero again! Yay for Clark! I loved it! |
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| LoisLaneKent | Tue Mar 7, 2006 12:47 pm Post #111 |
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That scene kicked butt! :bounce: |
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| OldestNewFan | Fri Mar 24, 2006 9:49 am Post #112 |
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Help! Let me first say your writing is excellent, I like the others want more. I’m new, totally hooked and confused. :chained: The last post for this FanFic was March 7. It ended with TBC ….I thought that means to be continued. It seems like a long time since last post. :scratchhead: Someone help me out here. Thanks :confused: |
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| LoisLaneKent | Fri Mar 24, 2006 10:58 am Post #113 |
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Dawn should take over writing both shows. |
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| kittsbud | Fri Mar 24, 2006 1:39 pm Post #114 |
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There is more to this story, but so far I have only posted it on my Supernatural site. The reason being is that the end runs into the episode 'Reckoning' and I didn't want to upset some of the Jon lovers on this board until they know what I'm actually upto... I've had a couple of disasters with my STV gallery, coupled with a new comp to set up tomorrow. Rest assured I will end this, though! :) |
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| OldestNewFan | Fri Mar 24, 2006 1:50 pm Post #115 |
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Thanks for the info, I will wait as patiently as I can for the next install. I'm reading your other fic as I wait. :bounce: |
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| Whiteflag | Sat Mar 25, 2006 7:27 pm Post #116 |
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Is there a new fic I missed? :unsure: I'm not into SPN and I'm being punished for it! :blink: (I understand your concern, but I hope you can post it here soon!) :) |
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| OldestNewFan | Sun Mar 26, 2006 1:37 am Post #117 |
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Is there a new fic I missed? :unsure: I don't think you missed any new fic. I'm new so I'm reading the old fics written by Kittbud I'm not into SPN and I'm being punished for it! :blink: What is SPN that you don't have?. (I understand your concern, but I hope you can post it here soon!) :) I have no idea what concern you are refering to. |
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| Whiteflag | Sun Mar 26, 2006 4:59 pm Post #118 |
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Sorry, OldestNewFan, only the first part of my post was addressed to you. The rest referred to Kittsbud's post. Thanks for replying about the fics you are reading. :) |
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| kittsbud | Mon Mar 27, 2006 3:55 pm Post #119 |
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No, there's no new fic lol, at least not a Smallville one. it's just that well, most people know what happened to Jon in Reckoning, and I don't want to upset them again... There is more written, and the Supernatural fans won't get hurt by what's in it, or what's to come, but some Smallville fans might be until they know my ulitimate goal. No punishment. Also, as you know, my net has been goofing for months. I got a new comp and set it up this weekend. That's taking time to get to grips with as NOTHING is the same. If you want what I've written you can have it via e-mail folks, and I'm sorry its so slow coming.... |
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| Renee | Mon Mar 27, 2006 4:16 pm Post #120 |
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How about if I vouch for you? Folks, you know how I feel about Jonathan, and I guarantee Dawn will take care of him. Things may look bad for a while, but they'll come right. Because she knows what will happen to her if they don't. :evil3: Seriously, Dawn, from all you've told me, I'm not worried. You can post whenever you want as far as I'm concerned. |
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