Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You have more of father/daughter feelings here. Careful, though, it's sad!This is BRILLIANT BRILLIANT BRILLIANT! I am so happy that you have had a new idea although you just inspired another story to my list, I blame you for this list getting longer.
Loving the Daddy Daughter dynamic! [HotCrossedBunny]
Thanks! I'm glad you like it! The video is up, so now you can watchChloe's been kidnapped - I'm intrigued!
A very excellent start, and a brilliantly Chlexy song! Great start, Trinity!
...and now I'm going to be singing that for the rest of the night... [BabyDee]
Thank you. The vid is up.Really interesting
Can't wait for more
And I'd love a vid [malugargula]
I hope that oh no is not: oh no, it's a terrible storyOh no. [hfce]
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A/N I created a new story, but it’s not published here as there’s no Chlex. I’m sorry, I tried to figure out a plot for them, but it didn’t fit. If I did that I would lose the whole dynamic of Lex/Lana/Clark I needed for it.
I find it very entertaining to write about good Lillian/ Lionel/ Lex/ Lucas/ Tess relations, so if anyone is interested, go HERE CLICK (fanfiction.net)
Or HERE CLICK (kryptonsite)
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Next, I wanted to ask if you would like a Chlex Zombie fanfic. I have an idea, it’s a very long one as I thought it could be a book, but then I realized there’s no way I will ever publish a zombie story, because I don’t want to be put on a shelf or being mocked for something like that. It would just stick too far from my usual original writing and would be too cliché. Besides, I can’t make it disgusting like every zombie story should be, but I can make it a love action story, what do you say? It won’t be published for some time, because I don’t think I can manage to have 3 stories at once and then update them regularly. But some time in the future – definitely. I hate to see a good idea wasted
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I actually made a short video to this story. It’s not my best work, but here you go:
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Part 2
Gabe Sullivan was worried.
It did lie in Chloe’s nature to be late and he never scolded her for that, because he knew how hard his baby was working on her stories.
But an hour and a half? That was completely not like his daughter.
Something must’ve been wrong.
She either had to change a tire or had an accident or…
Gabe really didn’t want to use any more of his imagination, because then he would really be terrified.
Instead, he just reached for his phone and dialed Chloe’s number.
It was turned off.
He didn’t lose it just yet. He called her apartment in Metropolis, then the Daily Planet.
Chloe didn’t pick up and in the Planet they told him she had a free day.
What should he do?
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There was a long painful moan escaping Chloe’s mouth as she came to.
Her head was pounding so much that she couldn’t focus on anything but the pain.
What had happened? Where was she?
She could hear some voice, but it was all dulled by the ache.
Then she involuntary remembered what had happened. Somebody had ambushed her on the parking lot.
Where was she now?
She moaned again as she tried to sharp her senses.
“Are you ok?” she finally understood what it was being said to her.
She opened her eyes, but then shot them immediately on the new wave of pain.
“Are you hurt?” The person that spoke to her must be a woman.
They were in the car, because Chloe could feel it moving characteristically.
And her hands along with her legs were tied up.
Now she was really terrified.
She decided to push through the pain and sit up.
They were on the back of a van. She and one more girl.
“Who are you? Where are we?” Chloe asked as she looked at her companion.
The girl must’ve been about her age. She was very pretty and had dark long hair.
“Lana Lang. I think we’ve been kidnapped.”
“I’m Chloe Sullivan. Yeah, I think that, too. Any idea where we might be and why they would kidnap us?”
Lana shook her head.
“I have none. I was visiting my parents’ grave before going to the game. Somebody just grabbed me from behind and put some cloth to my mouth. The next thing I know I’m here, waking up right next to you.”
“The same happened to me. It must’ve been chloroform,” Chloe said and tried to think, what was hard since her head was still bothering her. “We need to try to get rid of these,” she said and started trying to get off the ropes. That only caused her more pain as her wrists were already sore.
“I’ve already tried,” Lana sighed. “They’re too tight. I can barely feel my arms now.”
“Why us?!” Chloe raised her frustrated voice and winced at the pain that came with it. “What do we have in common? It can’t be for ransom. I’m all my father’s got, but he’s not rich.”
“All my aunt’s got is me and her shop.”
“Wait… Nell Potter?” Chloe stopped struggling and took a closer look at Lana’s face.
“You know her? Maybe we could find a connection and…”
“No, I just met her today. This is the first time I’m in Smallville,” Chloe admitted. “It’s just a weird coincidence.”
“Or we were both easy victims,” Lana noticed. “Where were when they took you?”
“On a parking lot. Alone.”
“So if they don’t want a ransom and they just picked two young women out of the street…” Lana started, but didn’t finish. Her eyes opened widely. “I’m even more scared now.”
“I think we both should be,” Chloe said. “I’m a reporter. This is a classic kidnapping for organs or…”
“Or what?” the brunette asked, hoping for a better alternative.
“Prostitution? Slavery? I don’t know. Pick one.”
“Oh god.”
Chloe could see her new friend breaking.
“You have to be strong,” she told her, trying to sound soothing. “You have to. That’s the only way we can even begin to think up some strategy. We must get out. We must run.”
“I just…” Lana shook her head and cried. “I just want to come back to Clark.”
“Who’s Clark?” Chloe asked while looking around and trying to assess the weak points of the van.
“My boyfriend. We’re engaged. We would be getting married in a month if not… God!”
“Lana, please, stay strong! Do not break!” Chloe repeated while raising her voice.
It was all futile. Lana was a wreck.
“So I’m on my own,” Chloe sighed.
“I don’t want to die!” Lana was crying her eyes out, her whole body was shaking. “I want to be happy… want to have kids… I…”
“Lana…” but Chloe never finished what she was going to say, because the van jerked to a sudden stop and they were both sent to the other end, painfully crashing against the wall.
Then somebody opened the back door and the light that came through blinded Chloe so much that the pain in her head doubled and she had to close her eyes.
Then she was being dragged out of the car and carried somewhere.
“No! Let me go!” She tried to free herself, but knew it was all futile. Even if they did let her go, then how she would run while tied up?
She fought through the pain and noticed a huge shape of… a plane.
“Oh no! NO!!!” she screamed.
If they were going to smuggle her abroad she would definitely be cut into pieces for organs or sold out for prostitution.
“No!!” This time her inhibitions let go as Lana’s and she begun to cry.
She saw her dad in her mind. Her poor dear dad. He’d been working so hard, so she would get the best education and a chance at life that he’d never really had himself.
He loved her so much. She was all he’d got and vice versa.
Now he would lose her and never find out what happened to her.
It was excruciating. Chloe’s heart broke and she felt like it would never be mended again.
Losing her meant death for her father. He would search, he would never stop, then his health would deteriorate and he would certainly die of a heart attack.
Chloe couldn’t stand the thought of that.
And Lana. Chloe now understood why she’d started to cry in the van. She’d been awake a little longer than Chloe had. She would lose her future husband, her aunt.
Chloe had never been in love, but she’d seen love on people’s faces, she’d also seen tragedy. The latter even more as she was a reporter. Losing the one you loved was the most painful thing…
She stopped struggling for good, her body limp in strangers’ hands.
Then she was put in a seat, the belt clicked. They cut her ropes, but before the blood started flowing in her hands and legs, they handcuffed her to the seat.
The pain finally receded enough to let her see.
She gulped.
There was about twenty, twenty five girls on the plane. Chloe suspected that most of them weren’t from Smallville, but Smallville was the last stop. The place from the kidnappers could take off without notice.
After all, there was nothing but corn fields around and the plane stood on an abandoned airstrip.
Chloe thought she would rather die than be used for sex…
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Three hours had passed. Chloe still didn’t call. Still didn’t come.
Gabe was out of his mind.
So he called the sheriff.
“Wait, wait… Mr. Sullivan,” the sheriff stopped him. “How old is your daughter?”
“She’s twenty two,” Gabe answered with trembling voice.
“So she’s not a minor. Sir…” the sheriff sighed, “you have to wait twenty four hours before reporting a missing person. That’s the procedure.”
“But I know something happened to her! I know it!” Gabe raised his voice.
“Sir, please, calm down. I really want to help, but is it possible that your daughter just… left? Ran away? Decided this is not the life she wanted?”
“Why would she? She just landed her dream job! At the Daily Planet! She’s been dreaming about it since she was a little kid!” Gabe’s hands started trembling.
“You know, sometimes when a child becomes an adult they think maybe what they wanted the whole time is not what they want right now and just… take off…”
“I know my Chloe!” Gabe yelled. “She would never leave without telling me!”
“With all due respect, sir, that’s what all parents say.”
“I am sure she would never do that! I’m all she’s got! She doesn’t have anybody else! Even a boyfriend!”
The sheriff clearly didn’t know what to do.
“I’m sorry, I can’t bend the rules. I can’t act before the first twenty…” she stopped when her walkie talkie came to life.
“Sheriff, we have what looks like an abandoned vehicle,” the deputy said.
Sheriff took the device and asked, “what kind of?”
“Old blue chevy… year…” the deputy started, but the sheriff didn’t listen and just looked back at Gabe. “What kind of a car your daughter usually drives?” she asked.
“It’s my old car! I gave it to her!” Gabe’s face was white as paper now.
“I’ll be right there,” she told her deputy and then, turned to Gabe again, “Mr. Sullivan, you should consider yourself lucky, even with those circumstances. Come with me.”
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They got to the right place right at the time when Nell Potter exited her shop and closed it.
“Gabe?” she asked, clearly surprised on seeing him with the sheriff. “Weren’t you supposed to have dinner with Chloe?”
“Wait… Chloe was here?!” Gabe asked, feeling a new wave of hope. “You met her?”
“Yes, she came to the shop earlier to buy you flowers.”
“Sheriff!” The deputy called from the car. “There’s some potted flower inside!”
“Mrs. Potter, could you please, come over here to identify it?” the sheriff asked.
Nell did as she was told.
“Yes, that is exactly what Chloe bought.”
“Something must’ve happened to her!” Gabe raised his voice again and brought his shaky hands to his face.
“Gabe, please, calm down. They’ll find her,” Nell tried to comfort him.
“Mrs. Potter!” They suddenly heard someone calling her.
They turned to see a young dark haired man standing near the shop.
“Have you seen Lana?” he asked, but then he saw what was happening. “I’m sorry, sheriff, something happened?”
“No, I haven’t seen her. Why?” Nell asked, ignoring Clark’s question to the sheriff.
“We were supposed to meet at the game, but she never came. I can’t catch her on her cell and…” he stopped when he took a closer look at Gabe Sullivan’s and sheriff’s faces. “What happened?” he asked again.
“You better all come with me,” the sheriff said. “Something stinks here and I can bet your daughter’s disappearance, Mr. Sullivan, and your girlfriend’s, Mr. Kent, are connected.”
“She’s my fiancée,” Clark corrected, “please, I don’t want anything happen to her!”
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Chloe knew the town her father had moved in was bad news.
And now she had the proof as she’s been taken.
The plan landed and all the girls, handcuffed, were brought to vans.
There was nothing worth any attention around, but Chloe recognized the language the men from the vans were speaking. Russian.
She was in Russia.
It was only getting worse and worse, but she promised herself not to cry again and just do her best to set herself free. The nearest police station was all she needed.
She also didn’t want to lose Lana out of her sight, which became difficult when they covered their eyes.
The ride lasted about an hour and Chloe was in pain, tired, cold, thirsty and hungry. But above all, terrified. She couldn’t see anything, she could just listen. And there was nothing worth attention.
She began imagining herself as she set all the girls free, wrote a heartbreaking article and won a Pulitzer as she would have information from first hand.
It didn’t help. She was still terrified.
The vans stopped. Somebody opened the door and the freezing air got inside.
Chloe started shaking both with fear and cold. Would they take her to some lab and cut to pieces now? Would they give her an anesthetic before or not? Would they rape her? If not what else would they do?
When she was blindly let out of the van she heard a gunshot nearby and jumped.
Would they kill them? But why all the trouble for just that?
The blindfold was stripped away from her eyes and she saw that she was still in the middle of nothing, only in front of her was a huge building. The windows were mostly covered with dark curtains, so there was nothing to see. The fence was high and spiked. There also were lots of dogs. Dobermans. Very angry Dobermans. And guards. Armed guards.
Where the heck was she?!
She saw Lana standing right by her side and the girl’s hand covered her own.
They both took a little bit of comfort from that closeness.
“Go!” a man with Russian accent shouted and raised his gun. “Go or I’ll shoot!”
They forced them to go through the open gate, towards the building, one after the other.
Chloe felt Lana right behind her as she was moving ahead.
Then, she saw a strange man standing nearby, watching.
He was bald, but when she looked closer she noticed he was actually very young.
And handsome.
That latter she preferred not to acknowledge as he was one of them.
Something was wrong though. When she met his blue gray eyes she could feel something going through her body. She was terrified and she was shaking, but she could still feel some weird connection.
The man’s face differed from the others. It wasn’t hard. there was no scowl or hatred on it. Only sorrow and pain.
“Help me,” Chloe pleaded, taking her chance.
She would try everything to get out.
Maybe she imagined that soft expression, she thought, because it was all gone now. His face was cold and he turned from her to walk away.
She thought that he either schooled his features perfectly and really hated what was going on here or it was just a figment of her imagination.
She wanted to be free so badly that she might’ve imagined it all.
But the man made an impression on her. She could tell he was a tortured soul. Maybe a potential ally? Still, he probably couldn’t do anything. They would shoot him.
So why was he even there? She couldn’t stop thinking. And why had she felt that strange feeling when their eyes met
“Moving!” she heard the man that was leading them, yelling. “Move or I’ll shoot!”
So she moved.
A/N I know, I know. I will be very sad. Especially the scenes with Gabe I decided to write. And please, don’t hate Lex, ok?
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