Ah, insomnia. My fanfic friend.
. Only chance I get to catch up with things, these days, it seems.
Anyway...
Still loving this one, Susan. You're still managing to make me feel very sorry for Philip and you've captured the plight of him and his friends - who wants to go from smart to dumb - beautifully.
The confrontation between Philip and Mindy was just perfectly done, capturing her completely, and, again, I love the way your dialogue flows so naturally and easily.
But...Clark and Lois are on the case! Philip has a whole team fighting in his corner, whether he wants them or not. This is good news!
Looks like Dudley doesn't need any drugs to be one smart cookie:
“I think I can help with that.” Dudley pulled a small metal box out of his pocket, extending an antenna and adjusting a knob. “I thought we might want to keep track of him, so I slipped a small device into his wallet before he got up this morning.” A soft beep pulsed rhythmically as he smiled. “I wasn’t the electronics expert for nothing.”
Maybe there's a lesson for Philip in there, eventually. I'm holding on to hope that there's redemption for him. Although I'm not so sure after reading that last conversation between him and Mindy. He's enjoying crime waaaaaaaaaay too much.
Jessica Trask!! Whoa! That came out of left field. Eeek! Brilliant idea, Susan! With her in the mix, I have the feeling things are about to get even more interesting.
A tingling of the emotion Phillip had once identified as guilt tugged at him, but his drug-induced apathy won the war.
Nooooooooo! Fight harder, Philip! You're a good kid really! I know you are.
He couldn’t let the drug slip away from him again. A distant voice within his head called to him, warning Phillip of his oppressive addiction. But that voice didn’t matter. Mentamide 5 was everything.
Superman’s secret was nothing.
Yikes!!
Oh, this is so good, Susan. Quick! Where's part four!?
LabRat