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There's some violence and blood, but nothing really "bad".
Info: It's honestly compeletly random. o_O Like.. litteraly. When I started, there was no plot or anything. I was just... writting. And then I was inspired by a part in the season finale of Smallville. I think I'm actually going to continue with this.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lana, Claire, gaurd © by me
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Walking as silently as she could, a young woman of about twenty-one slowly rounded a corner. Her shoulder length light brown hair was thrown into a quick pony-tail. She stilled as her white and gray sneakers made a loud splash in a puddle, soaking her blue jeans up to her knees. Looking around, she glanced at all the under ground pipe work she was trying to navigate through.
Blinking her dark brown eyes, she moved onward again, praying no guards had heard her yet. If they had, she knew she would have to turn back and find her way out as soon as possible. As a bitter chill filled the air, she pulled her blue over coat around her faded pink shirt more.
“Where could it be…?” she whispered to herself, fingering her cell phone located in her pocket.
Rounding another corner, her foot slipped on a wet spot on the floor. She silently cursed as she fell to the ground with another splash. Scrambling to her feet, she braced herself to run. Slowly walking in the direction she had just come, she was relieved to see no one was following her.
Glancing around again, she tried to decide which passage to take. After arguing with herself for a few seconds, she headed down the closest one, not sure where it would lead her.
“What are you doing down here?” a man’s voice grunted. Turning around, the young woman took a step backward. One of the man’s hands was on a gun, while the other was on a knife.
“Just looking for something,” she said casually, looking around for some place to go. “And now if you don’t mind, I'll be leaving.”
Spinning around quickly, she took off down the first tunnel she saw, hoping it would lead her out. She could hear the man give a holler and start after her. As she ran around another corner, she saw that the tunnel she chose had been the wrong one. At the end, there was a gate that was chained shut. She knew she could fit though, but there wasn’t enough time.
Looking up and down the gate, she pulled the two parts as far as the chain would let her. She was almost through when she felt a hand on her shoulder, yanking her backwards. She winced with pain as she fell to the ground again, the man staring at her with only anger written across his face.
“I'll ask you one more time; what are you doing down here?” he asked, roughly pulling her onto her feet and forcing her against the gate.
She glared into his blue eyes. The man was about the same height as her and she was sure that if she had to, she could take him. But at the same time, she didn’t want to have to do that. If would be safer not to.
“Just let me go and I'll leave,” she told him, her brown eyes never leaving his blue eyes.
He took a step back and reached for his belt, his hand touching his knife. Pulling it out, he held it in front of him. “Wrong answer.”
Without a second thought, he plunged the knife forward. The young woman’s eyes widened in pain as she staggered backward a step, trying to balance herself. As the man took another step toward him, she grabbed his head and pulled it down, kneeing him in the face. With a surprised grunt, the man fell over, completely unconscious.
The young woman kicked his body away a little and looked down at her stomach where the pain was. Her hands shaking, she saw the knife was still there. Reaching down, she put her hands on the handle, taking a deep breath. With an awkward motion, she pulled it out.
With a small scream of pain, she let it fall to the floor, blood quickly oozing out of the gash in her stomach. Trying to walk in as straight of a line as possible, she pulled out her cell phone, pressing two for her speed dial. As the phone rang, she leaned against a wall to support her, her breathing becoming more and more labored.
As the ringing stopped, she faintly said, “Claire…”
The young woman dropped her cell phone as she staggered forward a few more feet. She could feel the last bit of her strength leaving her as she took another step forward. As she tried to lean against the closet wall, her legs collapsed out from underneath her. She tried to pull herself back up unsuccessfully. Rolling over slightly, she placed her right hand over her wound and pressed, wishing it would stop the bleeding, but knowing it would not.
She tried to reach for her cell phone, wanting to tell Claire where she was. But she knew Claire would be able to find her anyways. The last thing the young woman heard before slipping out of consciousness was Claire’s voice over the cell phone;
“Lana…?? Lana…!”
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As a young woman ran through the under ground tunnels, she kept her icy blue eyes out for any sign of Lana. With a swipe of her hand, Claire pushed her short blond hair out of her eyes. Randomly choosing a tunnel to go down, she was disheartened to find that it was blocked off by a gate. Just as she was about to head back, she saw the flash of light as a rare ray of sun fell across something metal on the ground. Taking a few steps forward, she saw it was a bloody knife.
Pulling to two gates as far as the chain would let her, she walked through them, wincing as a stray piece of metal cut threw her black over coat. Glancing around, she saw the guard still unconscious a few feet away. Claire walked over to the knife and spotted a steady bloody trail leading into a near by tunnel. It did not take her long to find Lana’s cell phone still lying where she had dropped it, her still form laying just a few feet away.
“Lana…?” she asked, her voice somewhat soft. Not getting a response, she ran over to Lana’s still form. “Come on… Answer me,” she said, rolling her over onto her back gently. A gasp escaped her as she saw the large wound of Lana’s stomach. Her light pink shirt was dark from the blood. She pulled back her hand which was also now covered in crimson blood.
Trying to think of the best thing to do, Claire pulled off her black coat and gently pressed it against Lana’s stomach, trying to keep herself as calm as she could.
“Come on Lana,” she pleaded, lifting up her head and whipping her brown hair out of her face. “Just open your eyes. Do that one thing for me, Lana… Please!” She tried to blink back the tears, but she knew they would come anyway. “You can’t die,” Claire said through her tears. “I still need you.” She shut her eyes as tears slid down her face, hugging Lana’s body, her head rolling back limply.
Claire put her hand beneath Lana’s head and slowly lowered her back down. “Please,” she begged again. “I love you to much for you to die.” She blinked away another tear, and as it fell, she felt a sharp stab of pain in her stomach. Crying out in pain, she stood to her feet as a bright blue flash lit the area.
As the light subsided, Lana’s eyes slowly opened. She glanced around, feeling her stomach immediately. Looking, her eyes widened in amazement when she didn’t see any blood. Patting her stomach slightly, she sat up, glancing around.
Against the wall closet to her, Lana could see Claire’s form leaning up against it. She crawled forward the few inches separating them, gasping when she saw that Claire had a knife wound where hers had been.
“Claire,” she said, willing her voice to stay steady. “Wake up, Claire.” She gently turned Claire’s head toward her, patting her cheek slightly, wishing it would wake her. “Honey, come on, wake up.” Her voice had an edge of pleading in it now as she gripped Claire’s hand and gave it a small squeeze. “You can’t give up…”
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And no, Lana and Claire are cousins or something. I'm not sure yet. Thus the whole "I love you to much for you to die" thing. They aren't a couple or whatever some of you people might think.
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