Day 4! TLF - Sparkles
Day Four of the 2017 Clexmas True Love Fest! :)
Full rules posted at: http://clexmas.livejournal.com/141128.html
Today's prompt is:
Sparkles
You can post on here with ficlets, drawings, pictures, anything that fits Clex and the prompt up through February 18.
Full rules posted at: http://clexmas.livejournal.com/141128.html
Today's prompt is:
Sparkles
You can post on here with ficlets, drawings, pictures, anything that fits Clex and the prompt up through February 18.
He heard a tap on the window behind him. He was thirty floors up, so it had to be that damned meddling Kryptonian. He turned around and said, “Okay, Superman, what do you want?” He stopped in shock. “Clark?”
Clark, aka Superman, was hovering outside the panel of plate-glass windows in this Metropolis tower and was sparkling. A nimbus of gold glowed around the spandex-clad hero.
I knew he liked sunlight, but this is ridiculous!
He noticed that Clark’s face was sad. “What’s going on?”
“You have to save me.”
How could he hear Clark through the glass? Super-ventriloquism? Great, another super-power to add to the list!
“How? Ingest too much sunlight with your morning coffee?”
Clark shook his head impatiently. "Go to the abandoned warehouse on Pier 66 and you’ll find me there.”
“What is all this? Some kind of trap?” Lex folded his arms. “Impressive special effects.” He had to admit that the glow suited his former friend.
Clark smiled sadly. “It’s no trick, Lex. If you don’t save me, I’ll die.”
Startled, Lex stared at the sparkling Superman. He felt his gut clench.
“Die? What do you mean?”
“Hurry, Lex.”
Clark began to fade away into tiny, sparkling motes of light that dispersed on the wind.
Panic swept over Lex as he pressed his hands to the glass. “Clark!”
The sparkly motes were almost gone. Lex spun on his heel and left his office at a trot. He snapped at his secretary the he was going out and was glad that Mercy was on vacation. He would never be able to give her the slip.
He impatiently rode the elevator down to the parking garage and drove his silver Porsche out. He itched to push it to breakneck speed like he used to do on the country roads in Smallville but that was impossible in the city. Somehow he managed to avoid traffic jams and red lights. He thought of calling the police but Sparkling Clark (a good a name as any) had specifically requested him.
After what seemed like an interminable journey, he reached the docks. He grimaced. Abandoned warehouse! Why not just say needle in a haystack? He searched for it, encountering bustling warehouses until he found an abandoned one, hopefully not the first of many.
“Cl…Superman?” His voice echoed in the cavernous building.
Damn that alien! Was this all some elaborate Kryptonian joke? See Lex Luthor run? If that was the case, he would…
He saw the brightly-garbed figure and the green glow behind some boxes. He ran toward his ex-friend. The large piece of Green Kryptonite was close to the body.
“Clark?”
The Krpytonian moaned, his eyes closed. His skin was a ghastly green pallor. Lex turned his attention to the Kryptonite. His hand hesitated over the rock, flexing his artificial hand. Kryptonite had given him cancer when he had worn it in a ring as misguided protection against Superman, and he had lost his hand. He gritted his teeth and picked up the rock, flinging it far away.
“Clark?”
Clark muttered some gibberish. Lex somehow got him to his feet and put an arm around his shoulders. “Gah, Clark, I’d say lay off the Belly Burgers but I know it’s your Kryptonian density.”
The journey to the car was agonizingly slow, but finally Lex loaded the superhero into the backseat of his Porsche. He drove to S.T.A.R. Labs.
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