Lois Lane Application
Lois Joanne Lane-Kent.
Army brat.
Star reporter.
Prize-winning journalist.
Wife to the world’s greatest superhero, and mother to his child.
Currently a “guestage” to Councilman Richard Perez.
She scowled angrily at Councilman Perez, her violet eyes flashing with fiery defiance as she struggled against the ropes holding her to a surprisingly strong chair in a warehouse somewhere in the industrial area of Metropolis. “This plan is older than your leisure suit,” she snarked, her voice oozing not an ounce of fear.
Councilman Perez turned to her, his steely gray-brown eyes staring at Lois with a fair amount of contempt. “The leisure suit is new. The 70’s are back.”
“Were,” Lois countered with a rare moment of fashion savvy. “It’s the eighties again. Not that that’s my point here,” she added after a moment. “Kidnapping the Planet’s star reporter, and trying to kill her before you make a play for all of Metropolis simply to become the next Lex Luthor? That makes you the biggest hack there ever was, Perez. Superman’s brought down Lex Luthor every time he’s tried something. What makes you think you’ll succeed where Lex didn’t?”
“Because, Ms. Lane.” Perez said coolly. “Lex Luthor didn’t have the one thing I do have.”
Lois quirked up an uninterested eyebrow. “Hair? Bad teeth? A happy childhood?”
“Personality. A bright, sunny, enthusiastic outlook on life and the ability to draw people to him as long as they’re not mentally insane.”
Lois was silent, listening to him as something in the back of her mind started to click. She almost wished it didn't, though, if her suspicions were correct. On the bright side, she was almost out of the ropes. Perez clearly hadn’t been a boy scout or anything. He didn’t know how to tie a knot.
“You weren’t President before, were you, Councilman?”
The Councilman stopped and turned to Lois, his smile so friendly that it was almost eerie in it’s bright, 1950’s boyishness. He stepped closer to Lois, leaning in dangerously close to her face. She could smell peanut butter and lemonade on his breath. “And this is why you have to die, Ms. Lane. I knew you’d figure out sooner or later who I was.”
Lois sucked in her breath, a little shell-shocked, horrified by the knowledge of who this man had once been. She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't. And yet...it made so much sense, in that sick, twisted way that the villains had. “Prez.” The Councilman’s smile grew wider, though no less friendly. It was all the more scarier for that. “Prez Rickman. Your girlfriend was killed by a mentally disturbed girl, and that caused you to drop out of office, right? You disappeared, and no one heard from you again.” She paused, studying him closely. “And now, what? You’re back for revenge?”
Perez drew back, pulling a .38 caliber pistol out from underneath his jacket. “Something like that.” He stepped back up to her, the gun held to her forehead. Lois remained calm, willing herself not to freak out or start screaming.
Dammit, Smallville, where the hell are you?!
She’d been in worse situations than this. Much worse. This was nothing. This was just investigating a story about a corrupt politician that had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. Because he wasn’t just corrupt.
He was freaking psycho.
Her hands were out of the ropes.
She had to think fast. She could let him pull the trigger and kill her, or she could dissuade him from killing her.
The answer was stupidly obvious.
“You don’t want to do this, Prez,” she said softly. “Come on. You were an icon to the world. You were a pacifist - one of the best since Gandhi. You led an entire country to start changing the way they thought, to start doing things differently, peacefully. Is this what you really want? To go the opposite way? To mar your name and reputation?”
Prez faltered and withdrew the gun from Lois' head.
His guard was down.
It was all Lois needed to bring her hand out and slam it straight into Prez’s face. She heard a crack! as her hand collided with his nose. A shot rang out, but the bullet thankfully went nowhere near Lois.
Prez clutched at his nose as Lois grabbed her chair and hit Prez over the back with it.
He went down cold.
Well...that was easy.
Quickly, she whipped out her cell phone and speed dialed her husband.
He’d be here in seconds, and then she could expose Prez for the righteous bastard he’d become.
It'd be another Pulitzer in her kitty.
Army brat.
Star reporter.
Prize-winning journalist.
Wife to the world’s greatest superhero, and mother to his child.
Currently a “guestage” to Councilman Richard Perez.
She scowled angrily at Councilman Perez, her violet eyes flashing with fiery defiance as she struggled against the ropes holding her to a surprisingly strong chair in a warehouse somewhere in the industrial area of Metropolis. “This plan is older than your leisure suit,” she snarked, her voice oozing not an ounce of fear.
Councilman Perez turned to her, his steely gray-brown eyes staring at Lois with a fair amount of contempt. “The leisure suit is new. The 70’s are back.”
“Were,” Lois countered with a rare moment of fashion savvy. “It’s the eighties again. Not that that’s my point here,” she added after a moment. “Kidnapping the Planet’s star reporter, and trying to kill her before you make a play for all of Metropolis simply to become the next Lex Luthor? That makes you the biggest hack there ever was, Perez. Superman’s brought down Lex Luthor every time he’s tried something. What makes you think you’ll succeed where Lex didn’t?”
“Because, Ms. Lane.” Perez said coolly. “Lex Luthor didn’t have the one thing I do have.”
Lois quirked up an uninterested eyebrow. “Hair? Bad teeth? A happy childhood?”
“Personality. A bright, sunny, enthusiastic outlook on life and the ability to draw people to him as long as they’re not mentally insane.”
Lois was silent, listening to him as something in the back of her mind started to click. She almost wished it didn't, though, if her suspicions were correct. On the bright side, she was almost out of the ropes. Perez clearly hadn’t been a boy scout or anything. He didn’t know how to tie a knot.
“You weren’t President before, were you, Councilman?”
The Councilman stopped and turned to Lois, his smile so friendly that it was almost eerie in it’s bright, 1950’s boyishness. He stepped closer to Lois, leaning in dangerously close to her face. She could smell peanut butter and lemonade on his breath. “And this is why you have to die, Ms. Lane. I knew you’d figure out sooner or later who I was.”
Lois sucked in her breath, a little shell-shocked, horrified by the knowledge of who this man had once been. She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't. And yet...it made so much sense, in that sick, twisted way that the villains had. “Prez.” The Councilman’s smile grew wider, though no less friendly. It was all the more scarier for that. “Prez Rickman. Your girlfriend was killed by a mentally disturbed girl, and that caused you to drop out of office, right? You disappeared, and no one heard from you again.” She paused, studying him closely. “And now, what? You’re back for revenge?”
Perez drew back, pulling a .38 caliber pistol out from underneath his jacket. “Something like that.” He stepped back up to her, the gun held to her forehead. Lois remained calm, willing herself not to freak out or start screaming.
Dammit, Smallville, where the hell are you?!
She’d been in worse situations than this. Much worse. This was nothing. This was just investigating a story about a corrupt politician that had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. Because he wasn’t just corrupt.
He was freaking psycho.
Her hands were out of the ropes.
She had to think fast. She could let him pull the trigger and kill her, or she could dissuade him from killing her.
The answer was stupidly obvious.
“You don’t want to do this, Prez,” she said softly. “Come on. You were an icon to the world. You were a pacifist - one of the best since Gandhi. You led an entire country to start changing the way they thought, to start doing things differently, peacefully. Is this what you really want? To go the opposite way? To mar your name and reputation?”
Prez faltered and withdrew the gun from Lois' head.
His guard was down.
It was all Lois needed to bring her hand out and slam it straight into Prez’s face. She heard a crack! as her hand collided with his nose. A shot rang out, but the bullet thankfully went nowhere near Lois.
Prez clutched at his nose as Lois grabbed her chair and hit Prez over the back with it.
He went down cold.
Well...that was easy.
Quickly, she whipped out her cell phone and speed dialed her husband.
He’d be here in seconds, and then she could expose Prez for the righteous bastard he’d become.
It'd be another Pulitzer in her kitty.