Eden
10th October 2008, 09:49
A/N:
First off: None of the characters are mine, I’m just borrowing them.
So, the short story of “Foolish Games” (R) is a possible scenario to what might happen when we are some years into the future after the trail has ended.
I hope you’ll enjoy it.
Foolish Games
The hard wind whipped over the cornfields ripping leaves of the plants; leaves that were turning yellowish brown from the scorning sun and the seemingly endless absents of rain. The truck speeded up towards them over the dirt road, in its wake clouds of dust and fine sand.
Another gust of sand made the crowd take a step back and some even had to turn around to run after a hat or baseball cap. All around were laughing faces or people emotionally wiping away fallen tears. The car came to a bumpy halt and the doors were ripped open by the passengers. The crowd, containing family and friends, moved towards them. All moved except for the blonde in the back.
She was here because her father requested her presence. If she only had been brave enough to tell him she didn’t want to go or even told a little white lie about feeling ill. But she hadn’t been able to do so and now here she stood watching as the townspeople of Smallville welcomed back their long lost friends. Even childhood enemies hugged or clapped each other on the back. She watched as her father shook hands and kissed cheeks of crying parents, witnessing him inquire after health and travels.
A strange thing about townspeople; everybody would come to welcome back the popular people and forget the others. Turning on her heels, her boots digging deep in the sand and her face gazing to the ground, she made her way back to her car, secretly glad she insisted on taking her own transportation, no matter how expensive the gasoline was these days. She might be sick if she had to watch any more. Lifting her head as she felt the soft breeze tickle the top of her hair, she let the following and stronger wave of air blow away the hair in her face the sand ticking against her sunglasses as she walked along at a strong pace.
Estranged from the twenty or so people clustering together behind her Chloe Sullivan opened her car. With one arm on the hot roof, the other on the outlining of the door and one long and lean leg already in the car the echo of her name made her pause her actions.
Once more the wind picked up, tossing her long blond hair around her face. The thin line of her lips tightened even more when someone called her name again. By now the whole group turned to look at her, drawn in as their hero did something unexpected, suddenly placing her at the center of attention.
The owner of the voice pushed his way through the crowd, an arm moving up waving at her. But the man frowned when she didn’t move away from the car, one leg still firmly placed on the soft floor. The dark shades prevent the world from seeing her close her eyes.
Once she had dreamed of him calling out for her, running to her to greet her; but those days had long past. She no longer needed him after the countless fights and tears; he could never accept her and she didn’t need him anymore. She had wanted him once but she had been a silly girl and when the world turns its back on you, you grow up fast. She didn’t need him as her hero anymore; she was her own hero now. She took care of herself these days.
His running pace had now slowed down to a hesitant step; as if reminded that they weren’t friends anymore. That she wasn’t there to welcome them home but to support her father by showing up. How she had moved to the suburbs of Metropolis; how she had made a new life, a life he didn’t belong in.
The hesitant step made her bark out an ironic laugh. Removing her hand from the rooftop she smoothly slipped into her Fiat and closed the door with a bang. Bringing the car to life made her feel just a bit better. A smooth half turn turned the nose of the car to her destination; home.
~
He wondered if he would ever see her in town again. When the unknown vehicle entered the town’s limits he would never have suspected it would be her. After everything that had happened two years ago he didn’t believe her father could convince her to come back for any reason.
Apparently miracles still happened here and there. And considering this was Smallville, the centre of weird, maybe he shouldn’t have been so easy to dismiss the possibility.
Glancing over at the projected clock on the wall, he reached for his wallet and paid the waiter of the small restaurant just outside of Smallville.
Everything was closing early; an outsider might think it was a national holiday but they would be mistaken. The entire economic situation would be halted, the world of Smallville would stop turning because Clark Kent and Lana Lang had returned from San Diego. If those two had the power to make store owners close up early and give their employees the day off to greet them, they could get rid of people in this town.
Everybody was to come to the Kent farm where they were to arrive at half past one this afternoon. Even he got an invitation, which shocked him to be fair, but he would attend. From a considerable distance. He knew he only got the invitation because he was a part of the community, even if they tried to stare him out of town. Staring at him didn’t do the trick, so they tried to bully him into leaving. But one should know a proud man would never leave and childlike behavior had no affect on him.
He wished he could say the same for other people. It pained him that after being part of a community for years you could be shot off so easily; the bullying and stares hadn’t forced her hand, it had been being ignored. People refusing to help her in stores or letting her wait for over not needed half an hour to help her at the post office. In response not needed came the rebellion. Like sitting between her groceries on the automatic band at the supermarket until somebody helped her. It would’ve been funny if the situation hadn’t been what it was. He was forced to watch her grow cold and dark.
Several weeks after the incident Lex had inquired after her. Her father had tears in his eyes when he told that she was leaving. She had bought an apartment in the new Metropolis suburbs and was currently there to wrestle with the contractor into giving her the keys a month prior to the agreement. She clearly doesn’t want to be here anymore had been her father’s response.
A quick phone call had resolved the down-payment and getting the keys earlier. A bottle of whiskey had been delivered to his office in Metropolis the day after. There was no need gift-wrap or for words on a card. The silent thank you in form of liquor was all he needed.
It was 1:20 when he parked his car on the parallel lane, the one with actual pavement on it. He didn’t see the need to be a participant to this circus, so the low bushes and weeds separating the private road from the Kent farm were a welcome obstacle. Nobody was insane enough to cross that piece of land; snakes and other dangerous animals lived in that strip.
After getting out of his car he removed his tie; no need to be formal. Just some teens coming home. The small Fiat caught his attention once more as it drove past walking people and parked on the wrong side of the road. As the door was thrown open the long blond hair (get/got) blown around. The leather jacket got zipped up so it covered the deep cut white shirt but still accentuated her chest and long fingers fidgeted with the tight dark blue jeans.
The dark glasses framed her face, her brown leather boots dug in the sand. Her appearance yelled rebellion and the statement was made when she kissed her father on the cheek and ignored the rest that greeted her, but clearly are uncomfortable with her there.
She leaned against her father’s dusty truck with her arms crossed as she and her father made small talk. She didn’t move with the crowd when the red truck came up the dirt road more interested in her own boots then the passengers. Lex looked away from the blonde to see Lana Lang lifted up by ex-Jocks and girls dancing around Clark. The simple life of the townspeople of Smallville.
Looking back at the truck he watched Chloe watch them, while standing in the middle of the road. He frowned at how delicate and almost fragile she looked standing there all alone. With a smooth turn on the heels she leaves the sight. A dignified exit, Lex agrees with. Another sign she had grown stronger and perhaps had passed the darkness and distanced behavior like her father had claimed she had. That she had become happier than he had ever seen her before. Able to be herself fully for a change with a loving and loyal boyfriend, nice friends, good job and a safe home.
His head whipped around as he heard Clark call out her name. He pushed himself from his car as if he wanted to go over so he could clamp his hand over the boy’s mouth so that she could still walk away without delay.
Already she was halfway in her car when she (looks/looked) at him. That look she gave him makes him hesitate into a slow pace as if he’s approaching a dangerous animal. Who knows, Chloe might just strike back. The slower pace made her bark out a sudden laugh but the sound is cold leaving Clark looking dazed when Chloe gets in her car and drives away.
Lex, too, was silently shocked but even more proud at her reaction. Damn proud.
Ten minutes later he heard the faint beeping of his phone telling him he had received a text message. Flipping open his phone he smiled.
Blake and I are going to that Italian restaurant; wanna double date?
‘I’ll make the reservations’
The End.
First off: None of the characters are mine, I’m just borrowing them.
So, the short story of “Foolish Games” (R) is a possible scenario to what might happen when we are some years into the future after the trail has ended.
I hope you’ll enjoy it.
Foolish Games
The hard wind whipped over the cornfields ripping leaves of the plants; leaves that were turning yellowish brown from the scorning sun and the seemingly endless absents of rain. The truck speeded up towards them over the dirt road, in its wake clouds of dust and fine sand.
Another gust of sand made the crowd take a step back and some even had to turn around to run after a hat or baseball cap. All around were laughing faces or people emotionally wiping away fallen tears. The car came to a bumpy halt and the doors were ripped open by the passengers. The crowd, containing family and friends, moved towards them. All moved except for the blonde in the back.
She was here because her father requested her presence. If she only had been brave enough to tell him she didn’t want to go or even told a little white lie about feeling ill. But she hadn’t been able to do so and now here she stood watching as the townspeople of Smallville welcomed back their long lost friends. Even childhood enemies hugged or clapped each other on the back. She watched as her father shook hands and kissed cheeks of crying parents, witnessing him inquire after health and travels.
A strange thing about townspeople; everybody would come to welcome back the popular people and forget the others. Turning on her heels, her boots digging deep in the sand and her face gazing to the ground, she made her way back to her car, secretly glad she insisted on taking her own transportation, no matter how expensive the gasoline was these days. She might be sick if she had to watch any more. Lifting her head as she felt the soft breeze tickle the top of her hair, she let the following and stronger wave of air blow away the hair in her face the sand ticking against her sunglasses as she walked along at a strong pace.
Estranged from the twenty or so people clustering together behind her Chloe Sullivan opened her car. With one arm on the hot roof, the other on the outlining of the door and one long and lean leg already in the car the echo of her name made her pause her actions.
Once more the wind picked up, tossing her long blond hair around her face. The thin line of her lips tightened even more when someone called her name again. By now the whole group turned to look at her, drawn in as their hero did something unexpected, suddenly placing her at the center of attention.
The owner of the voice pushed his way through the crowd, an arm moving up waving at her. But the man frowned when she didn’t move away from the car, one leg still firmly placed on the soft floor. The dark shades prevent the world from seeing her close her eyes.
Once she had dreamed of him calling out for her, running to her to greet her; but those days had long past. She no longer needed him after the countless fights and tears; he could never accept her and she didn’t need him anymore. She had wanted him once but she had been a silly girl and when the world turns its back on you, you grow up fast. She didn’t need him as her hero anymore; she was her own hero now. She took care of herself these days.
His running pace had now slowed down to a hesitant step; as if reminded that they weren’t friends anymore. That she wasn’t there to welcome them home but to support her father by showing up. How she had moved to the suburbs of Metropolis; how she had made a new life, a life he didn’t belong in.
The hesitant step made her bark out an ironic laugh. Removing her hand from the rooftop she smoothly slipped into her Fiat and closed the door with a bang. Bringing the car to life made her feel just a bit better. A smooth half turn turned the nose of the car to her destination; home.
~
He wondered if he would ever see her in town again. When the unknown vehicle entered the town’s limits he would never have suspected it would be her. After everything that had happened two years ago he didn’t believe her father could convince her to come back for any reason.
Apparently miracles still happened here and there. And considering this was Smallville, the centre of weird, maybe he shouldn’t have been so easy to dismiss the possibility.
Glancing over at the projected clock on the wall, he reached for his wallet and paid the waiter of the small restaurant just outside of Smallville.
Everything was closing early; an outsider might think it was a national holiday but they would be mistaken. The entire economic situation would be halted, the world of Smallville would stop turning because Clark Kent and Lana Lang had returned from San Diego. If those two had the power to make store owners close up early and give their employees the day off to greet them, they could get rid of people in this town.
Everybody was to come to the Kent farm where they were to arrive at half past one this afternoon. Even he got an invitation, which shocked him to be fair, but he would attend. From a considerable distance. He knew he only got the invitation because he was a part of the community, even if they tried to stare him out of town. Staring at him didn’t do the trick, so they tried to bully him into leaving. But one should know a proud man would never leave and childlike behavior had no affect on him.
He wished he could say the same for other people. It pained him that after being part of a community for years you could be shot off so easily; the bullying and stares hadn’t forced her hand, it had been being ignored. People refusing to help her in stores or letting her wait for over not needed half an hour to help her at the post office. In response not needed came the rebellion. Like sitting between her groceries on the automatic band at the supermarket until somebody helped her. It would’ve been funny if the situation hadn’t been what it was. He was forced to watch her grow cold and dark.
Several weeks after the incident Lex had inquired after her. Her father had tears in his eyes when he told that she was leaving. She had bought an apartment in the new Metropolis suburbs and was currently there to wrestle with the contractor into giving her the keys a month prior to the agreement. She clearly doesn’t want to be here anymore had been her father’s response.
A quick phone call had resolved the down-payment and getting the keys earlier. A bottle of whiskey had been delivered to his office in Metropolis the day after. There was no need gift-wrap or for words on a card. The silent thank you in form of liquor was all he needed.
It was 1:20 when he parked his car on the parallel lane, the one with actual pavement on it. He didn’t see the need to be a participant to this circus, so the low bushes and weeds separating the private road from the Kent farm were a welcome obstacle. Nobody was insane enough to cross that piece of land; snakes and other dangerous animals lived in that strip.
After getting out of his car he removed his tie; no need to be formal. Just some teens coming home. The small Fiat caught his attention once more as it drove past walking people and parked on the wrong side of the road. As the door was thrown open the long blond hair (get/got) blown around. The leather jacket got zipped up so it covered the deep cut white shirt but still accentuated her chest and long fingers fidgeted with the tight dark blue jeans.
The dark glasses framed her face, her brown leather boots dug in the sand. Her appearance yelled rebellion and the statement was made when she kissed her father on the cheek and ignored the rest that greeted her, but clearly are uncomfortable with her there.
She leaned against her father’s dusty truck with her arms crossed as she and her father made small talk. She didn’t move with the crowd when the red truck came up the dirt road more interested in her own boots then the passengers. Lex looked away from the blonde to see Lana Lang lifted up by ex-Jocks and girls dancing around Clark. The simple life of the townspeople of Smallville.
Looking back at the truck he watched Chloe watch them, while standing in the middle of the road. He frowned at how delicate and almost fragile she looked standing there all alone. With a smooth turn on the heels she leaves the sight. A dignified exit, Lex agrees with. Another sign she had grown stronger and perhaps had passed the darkness and distanced behavior like her father had claimed she had. That she had become happier than he had ever seen her before. Able to be herself fully for a change with a loving and loyal boyfriend, nice friends, good job and a safe home.
His head whipped around as he heard Clark call out her name. He pushed himself from his car as if he wanted to go over so he could clamp his hand over the boy’s mouth so that she could still walk away without delay.
Already she was halfway in her car when she (looks/looked) at him. That look she gave him makes him hesitate into a slow pace as if he’s approaching a dangerous animal. Who knows, Chloe might just strike back. The slower pace made her bark out a sudden laugh but the sound is cold leaving Clark looking dazed when Chloe gets in her car and drives away.
Lex, too, was silently shocked but even more proud at her reaction. Damn proud.
Ten minutes later he heard the faint beeping of his phone telling him he had received a text message. Flipping open his phone he smiled.
Blake and I are going to that Italian restaurant; wanna double date?
‘I’ll make the reservations’
The End.