Yeah, another chapter!!!
“Perry! It’s Clark. I have to find Clark.” She started squirming in his arms to get free of his grasp.
“Now hold on,” Perry instructed her, slowly releasing her but keeping one hand on her, “You looked like you were going to pass out on me. We’ll find Clark in a minute. You just need to...”
“No, Perry!” she wailed. “You don’t understand. Clark’s hurt. He’s been wounded somehow. We have to find him.” She took his hand in hers and pulled on him, urging him to come with her down the hallway. They were close to the elevator. She would get on the elevator and...
And do what? Go where? She didn’t even know where he was.
“Honey, what in Elvis’s name is going on?” Perry huffed, refusing to let himself be dragged with her. “How do you know Clark’s hurt? I haven’t even seen Clark in the last two days. What did you...”
Lois whirled on him, feeling too panicked and impatient to explain herself but understanding that she had to. “Because I heard it on the police radio. Henderson said Clark had been wounded and they were calling an ambulance. I have to find him!”
Now who, other than someone totally in love, would react like that?
How could the sun be shining while Clark lay inside a cold exam room in pain?
AAWWWWW!! <snif>
Henderson furrowed his eyebrows. “There was a very strange cage with metal bars in the middle of the room.”
“What was strange about it?” Lois asked, realizing that it was strange enough that Lex had a cage in a wine cellar to begin with...
“It was glowing. It had this strange greenish hue coming off of it. We’re not really sure what it was for. But we were more than a little alarmed to have found Superman’s uniform down there.”
Come on Lois-Put 2 and 2 togeather--you know about kryptonite--you named it.
Had anyone phoned his parents yet? Her heart sank with the thought. She needed to call them.
Good. The Kents are just what this story needs--along with a Lois that "knows" and isn't out for Clark's blood.
Great chapter!! MORE PLEASE
