*evil cackle*
Come; cringe at my evil brilliance.
Or my stupidity. Whichever you'd like.
If nobody else out there identifies the two elements in this crossover, Fifi has to.
She really, really wanted to beat her head against the steering wheel.
Really; she did.
The rain poured down harder, and Chloe Sullivan groaned as she clicked the windshield wiper speed up another notch. She was already late getting home from her latest Torch interview, and now it decided to storm for no real reason other than to slow her down and spite her. And the radio said it would only get worse.
Oh goody.
She glowered at the dark sky through the glass and muttered angrily.
“I hate you. Hate you, hate you, hate you.”
A light blue crack of lightening was its only response.
The reporter sighed, then reached into her purse sitting on the passenger seat beside her to dig for her cell phone. She would have to call her dad to explain why she was late leaving her interview and slow coming home. The former was easy; the guy she interviewed was a complete nerd- from the thick-rimmed glasses to the pocket protector- and visibly squirmed at the hard questions, so she kept firing them off just for her own amusement.
Although, the second explanation wouldn’t be difficult either. A freak thunderstorm just appeared over her car shortly after she left. From what the radio guy said, it sounded like Smallville was getting pounded as well.
Glancing down at her phone to punch in her home number, she completely missed the light blue streak that suddenly fell from the sky, plummeting towards her windshield, until it was a second away from her car.
She gasped sharply and slammed on the brakes, her grip on the steering wheel tightening considerably.
The light blue object struck her windshield with a sharp crunch, a spider web of cracks forming instantly. The something bounced off, disappearing to the left of her car.
With a screech of tires her car came to a halt, leaving the teen inside with her muscles locked and her eyes wide. Several moments passed before she exhaled, slowly prying her fingers off the wheel.
“What… was… that…?”
As soon as the adrenaline wore off, her normal thought processes returned. In the middle of a thunderstorm at night, a glowing light blue thing hurtled from the sky and smashed into her windshield. What was a young reporter to do?
Why; go back and pick it up, of course.
Peering through her windows, she looked up at the clouds above for hail as she put her phone back on her purse, leaving the number half dialed. Satisfied there were no other flying objects, she opened her door and stepped out.
Immediately, fat drops of water began to strike the top of her head. She absently pulled up the hood of her jacket and turned towards the back of her car.
It was really easy to spot in the dark of night. It was still glowing, its light seemingly pulsing and reflecting off the wet road. It sat not even ten feet away from her as she stood in the open car door.
Chloe wasn’t entirely sure, but she felt like it was entrancing her; drawing her to it. There was no audible noise, but rather, something in her mind- not a sound specifically, but more like an unheard signal.
It was calling her.
Her heart yearned for it, gently propelling her towards it. It felt like when she had once stood with her back to the current of a gentle river; the memory of the quiet push of the water came back to her, the invisible flow lifting her arms towards the glowing object as she slowly stepped closer.
The glowing seemed to get brighter the closer she came, the pulsing now matching her heartbeat. The unheard sound become louder and the pull stronger; taking several more steps, she was within a few feet of it. After her next step she kneeled, her arms still reaching for the bright glow. It was almost white now- her hand was almost swallowed with the glare; her heart pounding in her chest as her free arm shielded her eyes from the intense light.
Her hand finally came over the top of it, and the light suddenly stopped; like someone had thrown a switch. The sudden change left her momentarily blind in the darkness. Then her eyes adjusted and she brought it towards her.
It was a perfect sphere, just big enough to keep her from closing her hand around it. It felt like a rock, only completely smooth. It flickered once or twice, but didn’t shine. Rather than a solid light blue rock, it seemed to be more of a precious gem; like a strange form of sapphire. A strikingly beautiful array of various light blues dominated most of the stone, and the middle was a form of black resembling a slit pupil. It looked like an eye, she realized dully.
A disturbing nonchalance came over her. She had the stone. The windshield could be fixed. All she had to do was get home.
Rising to her feet, she walked back to her car. The gem was clenched tightly in her hand. Sliding back into her car, she shut the door behind her and reached for her cell phone, it switching places with the jewel. She finished dialing the number and brought the phone to her ear.
“Hi; Dad? Don’t worry; I’m fine. The storm picked up some debris and pretty much shattered my windshield, though.” Her eyes glanced at the spider web of cracks before returning to her dashboard. “No; I didn’t see what it was.”
The gem sitting inconspicuously in her purse flickered once, a faint childish giggle from the stone drowned out by another crash of thunder.
Yes? No? Good? Bad? Brilliant beyond imagination? I'll be wearing cement shoes by the end of the week? Let me know.
Also: New art! Go see!
Or my stupidity. Whichever you'd like.
If nobody else out there identifies the two elements in this crossover, Fifi has to.
She really, really wanted to beat her head against the steering wheel.
Really; she did.
The rain poured down harder, and Chloe Sullivan groaned as she clicked the windshield wiper speed up another notch. She was already late getting home from her latest Torch interview, and now it decided to storm for no real reason other than to slow her down and spite her. And the radio said it would only get worse.
Oh goody.
She glowered at the dark sky through the glass and muttered angrily.
“I hate you. Hate you, hate you, hate you.”
A light blue crack of lightening was its only response.
The reporter sighed, then reached into her purse sitting on the passenger seat beside her to dig for her cell phone. She would have to call her dad to explain why she was late leaving her interview and slow coming home. The former was easy; the guy she interviewed was a complete nerd- from the thick-rimmed glasses to the pocket protector- and visibly squirmed at the hard questions, so she kept firing them off just for her own amusement.
Although, the second explanation wouldn’t be difficult either. A freak thunderstorm just appeared over her car shortly after she left. From what the radio guy said, it sounded like Smallville was getting pounded as well.
Glancing down at her phone to punch in her home number, she completely missed the light blue streak that suddenly fell from the sky, plummeting towards her windshield, until it was a second away from her car.
She gasped sharply and slammed on the brakes, her grip on the steering wheel tightening considerably.
The light blue object struck her windshield with a sharp crunch, a spider web of cracks forming instantly. The something bounced off, disappearing to the left of her car.
With a screech of tires her car came to a halt, leaving the teen inside with her muscles locked and her eyes wide. Several moments passed before she exhaled, slowly prying her fingers off the wheel.
“What… was… that…?”
As soon as the adrenaline wore off, her normal thought processes returned. In the middle of a thunderstorm at night, a glowing light blue thing hurtled from the sky and smashed into her windshield. What was a young reporter to do?
Why; go back and pick it up, of course.
Peering through her windows, she looked up at the clouds above for hail as she put her phone back on her purse, leaving the number half dialed. Satisfied there were no other flying objects, she opened her door and stepped out.
Immediately, fat drops of water began to strike the top of her head. She absently pulled up the hood of her jacket and turned towards the back of her car.
It was really easy to spot in the dark of night. It was still glowing, its light seemingly pulsing and reflecting off the wet road. It sat not even ten feet away from her as she stood in the open car door.
Chloe wasn’t entirely sure, but she felt like it was entrancing her; drawing her to it. There was no audible noise, but rather, something in her mind- not a sound specifically, but more like an unheard signal.
It was calling her.
Her heart yearned for it, gently propelling her towards it. It felt like when she had once stood with her back to the current of a gentle river; the memory of the quiet push of the water came back to her, the invisible flow lifting her arms towards the glowing object as she slowly stepped closer.
The glowing seemed to get brighter the closer she came, the pulsing now matching her heartbeat. The unheard sound become louder and the pull stronger; taking several more steps, she was within a few feet of it. After her next step she kneeled, her arms still reaching for the bright glow. It was almost white now- her hand was almost swallowed with the glare; her heart pounding in her chest as her free arm shielded her eyes from the intense light.
Her hand finally came over the top of it, and the light suddenly stopped; like someone had thrown a switch. The sudden change left her momentarily blind in the darkness. Then her eyes adjusted and she brought it towards her.
It was a perfect sphere, just big enough to keep her from closing her hand around it. It felt like a rock, only completely smooth. It flickered once or twice, but didn’t shine. Rather than a solid light blue rock, it seemed to be more of a precious gem; like a strange form of sapphire. A strikingly beautiful array of various light blues dominated most of the stone, and the middle was a form of black resembling a slit pupil. It looked like an eye, she realized dully.
A disturbing nonchalance came over her. She had the stone. The windshield could be fixed. All she had to do was get home.
Rising to her feet, she walked back to her car. The gem was clenched tightly in her hand. Sliding back into her car, she shut the door behind her and reached for her cell phone, it switching places with the jewel. She finished dialing the number and brought the phone to her ear.
“Hi; Dad? Don’t worry; I’m fine. The storm picked up some debris and pretty much shattered my windshield, though.” Her eyes glanced at the spider web of cracks before returning to her dashboard. “No; I didn’t see what it was.”
The gem sitting inconspicuously in her purse flickered once, a faint childish giggle from the stone drowned out by another crash of thunder.
Yes? No? Good? Bad? Brilliant beyond imagination? I'll be wearing cement shoes by the end of the week? Let me know.
Also: New art! Go see!