~edit~ ...oh bum. i did it again, forgot to put the rating in the actual title. Eep! all i can do is apologise for being retarded, when this one gets deleted i'll do it again properly i promise...
‘Autumn Storms’
By A-u-r-o-r-a
Rating – R (atm)
Disclaimer – HA! Un-bloody likely. This isn’t exactly how I think the writers would see it ^_^ so no, I own nothing to do with them
Summery – I wont give too much away, but this is more than a story straining Lex and Clark’s friendship than any real Chlex. Sorry guys! But I have woven her in, don’t worry…
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~~ Early Autumn. In the middle of a long cold night, a silver Porsche was ripping through the small country town with a speed some may find frightening, others exhilarating. Lex Luther and Clark Kent were the latter, they were similar in this sense, as they were in many ways… ~~
“This is so cool, Lex. I can’t believe we’re going to Metropolis” Clark smiled warmly at Lex who was driving his Porsche madly through the thunder of Smallville. Headed for the big city
“I cant believe your dad let you come with me” Lex said, smiling as he saw Clark looking awkward out of the corner of his eyes, he kept his eyes on the road
“Lex he doesn’t hate you…” Clark started, uncertainly. Lex looked at him and raised an eyebrow
“Ok so you guys don’t meet eye to eye sometimes, but he’s beginning to see you’re not your dad” Clark was staring out into the night through the windscreen. His face a soft blue in the darkness. Lex smiled inwardly
“Lets hope so”
The car zoomed past a sign that read “Welcome to Smallville” Clark began to laugh to himself
“You know, Chloe was so mad that we were going to a concert in Metropolis without her” Clark leaned his elbow on the car door and scratched at his eyebrow awkwardly. Lex laughed and thought warmly of her
“I’ll do the exact same on her birthday” He said and glanced towards Clark. The two friends smiled at each other for a while, then Lex focused his attention back on the road. Clark stared out of the window as they began to drive over the long bridge that goes over Smallville valley. He thought affectionately of how Chloe had sulked to badly she refused to talk to him all day. He turned to Lex, who looked like he was concentrating very hard on something
“You know she wouldn’t…” he started brightly
“Shh!” Lex interrupted and listened to what Clark thought was nothing. Suddenly Lex slammed on the brakes and the car came to an ungraceful halt in the middle of the bridge
“Clark get out the car” Lex whispered darkly and got out himself. Clark looked confusedly at him but did as he was told. Outside the thunder was coming down in wave after wave of icy rain. A rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. Lex was inspecting his car all over
“Lex what is it?” Clark said loudly over the rain
“I think…” Lex started, as he looked under the left wheel “…there’s a bomb on the car”
Clarks eyebrows raised and he backed slowly away from the Porsche. Using his see-through vision he scanned the car, it wasn’t easy finding a mechanical object in amongst a load of other mechanics, as they all looked alike to him. But he saw something suspicious under the exhaust pipe.
“Lex!” Clark shouted “Try underneath the car” and trying not to make it too obvious, he pointed near the back. Lex walked casually around and Clark began to back away, knowing it was already there. His hair was soaking wet and he had to open his mouth in order to breath properly. If he could he would of used his heat vision to melt the mechanics but Lex was right there…he couldn’t risk it. Presently Lex came back up again, panic in his eyes
“Clark run!” He shouted frantically. Clark may have seen the mechanics but he couldn’t see the timer. It read 00:04.
Lex started running madly to the other side of the bridge, and Clark had to run at human pace which he remembered just in time. Without realising the seriousness of the bomb the two reached the other side of the road and began to run along the wall of the bridge
00:02
00:01
A phenomenal noise of shattering metal shot through Lex’s ears. Blinding light surrounded the entire area with fire-bolts and as with any explosion, a force was expelled from the Porsche. Pushing its way past everything until it reached Clark and Lex.
It slammed into them, Clark was thrown into the Air and Lex was pushed against the wall of the bridge.
As Clark was thrown further than he thought he suddenly saw the wall of the bridge disappearing behind him, he was being forced over the edge! His arms flailed wildly in-front of him as he flew through the air at an angle towards his certain death.
A strong hand caught him and Clarks body crashed against the outside of the wall. Below his feet the river valley looked dark and eager to take Clark into his death. He looked up into the face of Lex, who was bleeding above his eye, holding him tight with one hand, the other was supporting his own body weight on the bridge. Lex was silhouetted against the blazing fire of the car behind him, but his grip on Clark seemed strong
Lex’s hand was a mess of blood, sweat and rain, Clark could feel the adrenaline pumping heavily through his palms and up his arms. Looking up in terror he saw Lex’s shoulders tensing unbelievably as he used every ounce of strength to pull Clark back up over the bridge
A massive bolt of lightning streaked behind Lex and cast him into shadows for an instant, in shock, Lex’s grip on Clarks hand began to slip…
“Clark! I need both your hands!” Lex shouted over the heavy rainfall, he was blinking the rain furiously out of his lashes, below him his best friend was swinging dangerously, Lex’s strong hands the only thing to stop him from plummeting into the valley below. A second bolt of lightning, louder than the last, smashed itself across the sky.
Lex looking down into the face of Clark in anger and terror, why wasn’t he strong enough to pull him back? He inhaled deeply and gave a loud groan as he strained himself to haul Clark over the edge, but it was no good, Clark may as well have weighed a tonne.
In desperation Lex leaned his entire torso over the edge of the bridge and extended his other hand. He didn’t speak, as the thunder was too loud, he only looked anxiously into the face of his best friend with violent eyes, urging him to give his other hand.
Clark saw Lex’s body leaning precariously far over the wall and gave him a look of warning, but Lex was blind to any kind of refusal now.
With clenched teeth and dark determined eyes, Lex yelled over the thunder as raindrops dripped down from his eyelashes onto Clark’s forehead
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“Give me your other hand!” He shouted, stretching his body as far as it could go, he knew this was his only chance now. Clark’s eyes were wide and black in terror, his fear of flying mixing in with a fear of heights was causing his heart to beat furiously against his chest. With a final outcry he swung his other dripping hand up towards Lex’s
They caught each other in a solid grip of friendship, and as Clark looked up into Lex’s dark pupils he saw a flood of Luther pride and strength sweep across his face, he let out a gentle whispered laugh of relief, until suddenly he felt himself being lowered down slowly. Lex’s look of triumph vanished and panic returned.
“Lex! Straighten up!” Clark yelled, as Lex was slowly being pulled over by Clark’s weight.
“I…cant!” Lex yelled desperately, a third lightning bolt flew behind Lex, silhouetting his black outline against a violet night sky. His teeth clenched in strain as his feet came completely off the ground and Clarks eyes widened as he saw Lex’s body slid over the edge of the slippery wall, the next moment the two of them had broken their connection and were tumbling down with the rain to the river valley below…
~~ Somebody save me,
Let your warm hands break right through -
Somebody Save me, I don’t care how you do it -
Just stay (Stay with me)
Stay, Come on,
I’ve been waiting for you
Just stay (Stay with me)
Stay, Come on… ~~
As Lex’s body twisted as he ripped through the air, falling further and closer towards the flowing river below, a specific kind of peace surrounded him, as if in final resolution.
The extremity of the cold air rushing past him as he fell was unbearable. His watery eyes could make out the rushing river below, and saw a blinding reflection of a lightning bolt reflected in the gushing river. He had no idea where Clark was, falling at the same pace, a little behind him perhaps? Closing his eyes, he could only think of sorrow for him. He hadn’t been strong enough, he couldn’t hold on
‘So this is the pre-death moment’ he thought to himself, and for the first time in his life he found no way to fight and gave in.
The river was becoming closer. In 10 seconds his body would slam into the water and all bones in his body would smash like splinters.
‘I’m sorry Clark…’ was the one thought that wouldn’t let go
Until then he had not seen Clark falling through the air with him, and presumed him already gone, dead, his corpse on the ground waiting to welcome Lex. Not wanting to view the ground as it slammed into his fragile form on impact, he closed his eyes from what he thought would be his last sight.
The mind can become confused in moments like these. Start to see things that aren’t really there. But something was holding him, something was grabbing him around his waist…an arm. An arm?
Lex opened his eyes and in a flash turned his head to see what the hell was going on. There he was. With a determined look and narrow eyes Clark Kent was holding him steadily. No fear was in his eyes, no emotion at all as a matter of fact.
If Lex could have been more terrified than the moment he fell this was it. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breath, he simply stared at Clark with an open mouth watching his hair flapping wilding in the blasting wind.
‘Weren’t we supposed to be dead by now?’ he thought
Pulling his gaze away from Clark he turned to see the ground below. What he saw made him gasp inwards and his whole body felt like collapsing; They were no longer going down, they were going…across.
The midnight air was now flowing harshly over his body as they flew forwards, Lex could see the winding river going past his perspective as they flew over the golden fields of Smallville, shivering with the wind in the night.
All he could do was gaze in awe at what was happening, Clarks grip on him felt like an Iron Vice. Skimming over evergreen trees they seemed to be heading for a forest, Lex’s eyes watered at the incredible speed they were moving at and he was forced to shut them
He wished he hadn’t
With an almighty impact the two slammed into the ground at an angle, their bodies skimming over the wood and leaves of a forest floor. If Clark could fly, this was his first, as he certainly was no expert at landing. Clark’s hold on Lex vanished. He didn’t see where he went.
With an ounce of strength left in him Lex managed to bring his arms over his head to give himself some sort of protection as his body skimmed along the forest floor like a rock on ice.
His body stopped skidding after a while and he tumbling over and over on the ground, letting out cries of pain and he felt umpteen of bruises being created on his tender skin. A second later and another pummelling impact was slammed into his body as his entire form crashed against a large boulder in the forest. And then at last he was still.
A few crickets chirped noisily in the forest, and other woodland noises kept the night alive as he lay there. Opening his eyes he winced and brought his hand up to feel the back of his head where he had smashed into the boulder, no blood. There was no blood. All of his body ached as he sat up like a weary animal after an exhausting battle. His shirt was badly ripped and his arms were covered in nasty looking grazes. Breathing harshly he strained his vision through the darkness of the trees to look for Clark
Had what just happened really happened? Clark Kent could… fly? As the thought entered his mind Lex began to lose control of his conscience
‘Clark!!’ He shouted in annoyance into the dark forest as the trees began to swirl and the dark night began to entrance him to rest. Against his will he collapsed onto the floor, the comforting smell of woodchips and earth filled his head. As his eyes began to roll back in his skull his mind tried desperately to lull him to lose conscience, his lust for sleep was unbearable.
But what was stronger than his lust? His will.
“Clark!” Lex shouted in one final desperate long tone into the night. And then, just before his eyelids could close and take him, he squinted to see an odd looking black object lying about 30 feet away, a part was slowly rising and falling
The silhouette of Clark. Lex blinked softly at him, gazing at him for a long time, re-assuring himself he was still there. Until once he blinked for too long and didn’t open his eyes again.
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Three times Lex blinked his eyes open, the blinding light was too harsh, too bright
Too fake… ‘Where am I?’ he thought, confused. An irritating beeping noise was steadily keeping a rhythm beside him
“Ah your awake.” Said an unfamiliar voice. Lex waiting until his eyes could adjust to the light of a…hospital, he was in hospital! The smell of disinfectant and clean floors made him frantic with frustration. He stared at the nurse.
“Where is he?” Lex whispered darkly
“Where is who? Oh, your father’s just outside shall I let him..”
“Clark Kent! Is he all right? Is he alive you’ve got to tell me!” He interrupted, his voice was rising and the nurse looked disapprovingly down at him, recognising his menacing tone. She looked harshly at him for a long time before replying calmly
“Would you like your father in here or not?” She said, in a whisper of patronisation. Lex couldn’t stand it any further
“That’s it…Clark!” he growled and started to writh around in his bed, pulling out all heart moniters from his chest, pulse moniters, straps, bandages…
“Claaark!” Just as he was about to swing his feet out of bed a shooting pain in his left stopped his body from all movement like a restraint, he let out a yelp of pain and screwed up his eyes
“Mr Luther!” The nurse said angrily, hurrying to his side and placing the heart moniters back. Whilst Lex had pulled them out the long note of death had beeped on the machine and a few doctors and nurses had poked their heads around the curtain.
“If you don’t contain yourself I shall have to call security. Do you understand?” Lex opened an eye to look at her, he was still panting in pain
“Is that clear?” she barked
“Yes…” Lex breathed, and allowed himself to be put back in bed. All monitors and wires were replaced. The nurse left and Lex was left to lie in annoyance and frustration. Why was he here? How did he get here? Where was Clark?
Refusing to see Lionel, Lex let himself go home alone that night, assuring every nurse and doctor alike that he was fine and reminded them he could leave whenever he wished. They reluctantly let him go with a warning to take it easy.
Calmly he strolled out of the hospital doors with a few stitched above his left eye and a couple of bruises. The only explanation he had received was that an anonymous caller had rang the hospital saying that Lex Luther was lying unconscious on the side of the road…on the Smallville bridge over the valley.
Strolling steadily and confidently into the street Lex thought things over, could this all have been in his mind? Hit by a car, the doctors had said. Lucky to be alive
Lucky to be alive.
Well, you’ve have to be damn lucky to be alive after a 250ft drop into a valley. A drop? No, they didn’t drop. They flew. Clark Kent had caught up with Lex in mid fall, and flown him to safety in the forest.
Lex stopped walking and shook his head, laughing at himself. Maybe he had hit his head harder than he thought. He carried on strolling, deciding to take the long walk back to the Luther mansion alone.
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Yes, no Chloe at the moment, as i said. This is Chlex believe it or not, but as i warned, the main character here is our beloved Lex, anyway...to be continued ^_^
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