| Paranoid- Smallville fanfic |
[Apr. 23rd, 2006|06:14 pm] |
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I started a new Smallville based fanfic, and so far I have the first chapter.
Shouts from strangers and the cold clang of metal on metal resounded through the grim ice like halls of the asylum. He escaped again. Maybe it was because they hadn’t locked his cell tight enough or he had stolen a bobby pin from one of the lunch worker’s hairnets. Whatever it was he had found a way to get out. It wasn’t like it wasn’t common for him to break free of his cell, but each time he did they would move him to a stronger cell. A cell with more reinforcements or a stronger metal to hold him in. One time they placed him in a steel room with no bars he could slip through and no windows he could slip out of, but somehow he still managed to get out.
And now it was time for the same drill. Chase him down until he’s cornered and then throw some of that peculiar green dust on him. It works every time. At least it has up until now. Everywhere they looked they did yocouldn’t find him. It was like he had just vanished, but that wasn’t even the strange part. The astounding detail was the large hole in the ceiling just above his bed. That was just something that the workers couldn’t seem to wrap their heads around. All of the facts pointed towards one inexplicable conclusion. He flew away.
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“Dad! You’ve got to be kidding me! I am not going to go. You can’t make me! You’d be violating my own decisions, and well, you just can’t do that!” She hurriedly pointed a crooked finger at him and continued to babble on. “I have my own rights, you know that?! I have the same rights as you and everyone else in the country. You can’t just make me do anything against my own free will. It’s not constitutional!”
“And that’s where you’re wrong. I’m your father and you do what I say. As long as you’re under my roof you’re under my rules. Do you understand me?” He gazed long and hard at his daughter trying to burrow into her mind with his eyes. It wasn’t exactly the most effective way to do his job as a parent, and it didn’t really make a difference, but it sure did scare the hell out of her.
“God! Dad! Why do you always have to do that?” She stormed up the small flight of steps and paused when she reached the top. “I still say it’s unconstitutional!” For a minute the flame in her gut had been extinguished, but she just felt that fuse ignite once again.
“Okay, let me put it this way. Am I hurting you in any way?” A slow grin started to creep onto his stunning face, and gradually into his already sparkling eyes.
The teenager shook her head, but was ready to retort. She was always ready for another round of firing off witty comments and comebacks.
“Am I saying anything about you that isn’t true or anything that could somehow put you in danger? Am I threatening you?” The grin that had already begun to form finally took on its full shape complete with a snicker and snorts every once in a while.
“Well, about the threatening pa-” He fixed her with a cold stare and she cut off immediately and shook her head. “No you’re not.”
“Then I think that means I’m not violating any of your rights, which in turn means that what I’m asking you to do for me right now is indeed not unconstitutional. Therefore you are going to do what I asked you to do and not complain. Or else.” He began to walk away as he heard his daughter pipe up in the background.
“Okay, now that right there was a threat.” She shook her head once and let it drop to her chest so she could feel the rapid beating of her heart. “Do I have to go shopping with them? I just don’t see why. I think I’m fine just the way I am.” She once again looked down, but this time catching a glance of her clothes in the full-length mirror down the hall. “Okay maybe I’m in need of some new clothes, but that doesn’t mean that I have to go with tweedle dee and tweedle dum, and to mall of all places! Couldn’t I just go with you?” Her clothes hung loosely on her small frame and reeked of sweaty locker rooms and too much time in the barn.
“First off, their names are not tweedle dee and tweedle dum, they’re Ashley and Megan. Second, you’re already seventeen years old. I think it’s normal for girls your age to hang out with friends who aren’t over the age of thirty. And third, what’s wrong with the mall?” He finally took a seat on the soft red couch next to the bookshelf.
“That’s just it dad! I’m not normal! Just because I’m a seventeen year old girl with an ass doesn’t mean I have to spend my time with two girls my age who use theirs to talk out of.” She folded her arms over her chest and looked down at her dad with a look of frustration plastered on her face. She saw her dad’s demeanor change to that of a serious one and she let out a long sigh. “Look Dad, I’m sorry about what I called them. I’ll go, but you have to let them know that pink is out of the question and dresses and skirts are no where near to being mandatory.” She hunched her shoulders over as she leaned on the railing.
“That’s my girl. I’m going out for a while so don’t forget to lock up before you go, and I should be back before eight.” He rolled up his sleeve and flicked his watch out in front of him. “That’s about right. Have fun kiddo.” He picked up his pace as he headed towards the door. “Don’t be too late! Love you hun.” He called back behind his shoulder as he pulled the door shut.
She let out another sigh and headed to her room while grumbling to herself. “ Well this should be fun. Spending hours in a crowded building with two bumbling bimbos who both have the same agenda, which is to convert me into a skirt wearing, lipstick applying, and hair twirling kiss up. Sounds like fun! How’d you get yourself into this one, Lana?”
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He looked back at the sign glowing in the bright light of the moon. He would have gone there if he had the courage, the moon that is. His eyes met the brilliant intensity of the moon’s glare and then dropped it to meet the sign again. It read “Belle Reeve- Insane Asylum” The man shuddered to himself. To think that he had been in there for over a year, and now he was finally free. Free from his cell free from the continuous gawking of inmates that would rather judge than get to know him. He was free from his life in insane asylums. The only thing he had brought with himself that would actually remind him of his time spent in those horrible places was a few large containers filled with his pills. He wasn’t exactly sure what they were for because no one had ever told him, but whenever he took them they made him feel better.
Even if that meant for just a fleeting moment in time, but at least it was something. For that second he would feel normal, whatever it meant to be normal anyways. It had always been something he strived for but could never really reach it. He had always felt that way. Even when he was just a little kid his parents would treat him like dirt, like he didn’t belong. Then he started doing strange things so they sent him away and people would stare at him and poke him with needles, which never worked anyway. But those people had never been his parents. They had only adopted him, and they didn’t adopt him because they wanted a kid, but because adopting him meant more money for them. It was sad really, the way they treated him.
But now none of that matters because he is free and on his own searching for something. But he wasn’t sure exactly what what could be. I guess he would find out sooner or later. Kal-el always did.
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‘So this is what I get, huh? God, what have I ever done to you to deserve such punishment?’ She felt herself choking on her own vomit as they crossed over to a hair salon and fumes from the massive amounts of hairspray wafted up through her nostrils.
“Sit.” Megan crossed her arms over her chest and indicated to the swiveling stool in front of her. Lana stood awkwardly still in a position that impled she was caught between to different trains of thought. One of those overwhelming emotions was telling her to run for it, but the other telling her to just sit tight and get it over with as soon as possible. Megan caught on and acted quickly as to keep her prey from escaping. “I said sit.” Lana was unable to move and looked like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. “Now!” It took both Megan and Ashley to get Lana seated, but after a few minutes of utter pandemonium Lana was seated calmly, well, maybe not calmly, but she was on the chair.
“Now who do we have here? A new face?” A man clad in quite a flamboyant pair of trousers walked up behind the chair and inspected his client from behind the stool by regarding her through the mirror hanging in front of the chair. “Whoever you are you’re gorgeous!” His fake French accent echoed through the cavernous salon. “Who is this beauty?”
“Her name’s Lana. She needs help.” Ashley yawned out through her gritted teeth. Roger had never called her gorgeous or her sister gorgeous for that matter. ‘Why did he call Lana gorgeous? All she is is just a tomboy without a mother who likes to play with the pigs. I can’t believe I’m actually her cousin.’
“That was a bit blunt. Don’tcha’ think, Ash?” Her heart sped up as Roger kept touching her hair. He was making her nervous. But why should she be nervous? It was just a haircut afterall. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t had one in well over a year. Yes, that could be it. Her hair never really mattered to her though because every morning she got up took a shower and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. The last time she had ever done something with it had been... um, well it had been a while ago.
“I didn’t think so. It was only the truth.” Megan started directing Roger around Lana’s head telling him what he should do with her unruly locks. “God, Lana, what do you do to your hair? It’s like, like really gross.”
‘Great word choice there Ash, I always knew you had a stunning vocabulary.’ “I haven’t done anything to it.” She murmured under her breath, but Ashley still picked it up. I mean, why wouldn’t she? She’s trained her ears so well to pick up any gossip they can while stationed in the halls of Smallville High.
“Well, that’s the answer right there. Roger, what can you do to help her?”
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