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And the madness continues! Never mind, we all know alt Superman's gonna swoop in and save her. Or maybe just this once there'll be a turn up for the books... Lois' luck will finally run out... and the transfusion won't work... and then they'll both be dead! The End. But unless you're Tank in disguise, I'm guessing probably not. Hope part 16 doesn't take you too long. I have chocolate if that'll help.
When Life Gives You Green Velvet Curtains, Make a Green Velvet Dress.
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Bwahahahaha...
Tank (who says be afraid, be very afraid)
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Why do I feel like smiling when Tank threatens to kill off Clark and <shudders> Lois? Because it's just so great to see Tank around? (Hey, don't blame me, Tank - I googled "Kiss a Tank" and this is what I got!!!) Okay, then I tried "Tank from Minnesota" and then I got this: Hey, wait! Now I know! This is you, Tank, right? Ann
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By the way, Symbolic, since I stole your thread... I have to admit that I haven't really been reading your story. It's too gruesome for me, you know? Too much Lex Luthor! Okay, but now that Luthor is apparently dead, I can start paying atteniton a bit more. So... now you're getting ready to kill off Lois and Clark, eh? Please, please, please don't!!! I so don't like Clark deathfics, they break my heart. And Lois deathfics? I hate them!!!!! So please save Clark and Lois and be back with more soon, okay? Ann
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Hello, everyone! gr8shadesofElvis wrote: But unless you're Tank in disguise, I'm guessing probably not. The secret is out! I'm Tank's alter-ego. I also wear blue spandex and a red cape. And I can fly! :rolleyes: Okay...obviously I'm kidding, but the thought did amuse me! Hope part 16 doesn't take you too long. I have chocolate if that'll help. Maybe your chocolate is special, because mine hasn't been working. Thanks for the fdk, gr8shades! Hi, Tank! I am afraid. Shaking in my red boots in fact! TOC, those pictures cracked me up. Thanks for making my morning! Okay, but now that Luthor is apparently dead, I can start paying atteniton a bit more. Rest assured that Luthor will not be coming back from the dead in this story! I just loved to have him cause his brand of chaos before I killed him off--which really, I didn't kill him off--the writers of the show did. I just followed their example. But it was fun! So... now you're getting ready to kill off Lois and Clark, eh? No amount of the finest chocolate could ever make my muse spit out a death fic. As far as I'm concerned, Lois and Clark should live forever. And I'm sure they will in our hearts. Because us Folcs are truly obsessed...devoted! I meant to say devoted! Hope to see you around in my fdk threads more often, TOC! Thanks for the fdk, everyone. I'll have the next part to you as soon as possible.
Silence is golden. Duct tape is silver.
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Sorry, Angel. I've been missing in action with school and all. I will be back to comment tomorrow!
~Sheila
I'm a firm believer in the fact that God doesn't put any more on us than we can bear. He does however make us come to Jesus every so often.
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Okay, Angel. I'm back! Like I really have to say it...as usual...you've absolutely outdone yourself! You can work such magic with words! Lois held her breath as Superman lifted the box in his hands. She watched, her ears ringing at the deafening silence that filled the room, as he effortlessly ripped the box open. Her eyes followed the glowing green rock as it fell to his chest. Superman squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorting in pain as he let out a groan.
Lois quickly grabbed the rock. “Where should I put this?” she asked, wincing at the obvious pain the green meteor rock was causing him.
“Anywhere…is fine,” Superman said, grimacing. “As long as it stays in the room.” I can just see this dialogue so vividly. Superman smiled slightly, and the grin faltered a mere second later as he struggled to take in a deep breath. “Keep talking, please. Hearing your voice helps to distract me—helps to pass the time.”
“Well, if your Lois is anything like me, then you should know that talking is not a problem for me. I should have been a Gemini.” Hey! Are you talking about us here? “I think I said something very similar to Clark once, only I didn’t know then that I was speaking directly to Superman. When did your Lois find out that you were Superman?”
“I finally told her. We were growing closer and my conscience wouldn’t let me remain silent any longer.”
“Was she mad?”
“Do you really have to ask?” Lois smiled, a little sheepishly. “No, I guess not. I know that I was furious when I found out.”
“So he didn’t tell you?”
“Nope. I had just shown up for work—it was my first day at LNN—when I found out right along with the rest of the world.”
“Ouch. And I bet you hadn’t even had your morning coffee yet.” In the midst of all of this, Superman can still have a sense of humour; probably more to ease Lois's tension than anything. “Go to him, Lois. He needs you.” Awww, sniff. WHo would know what Clark needs more than Superman? Oh, no…this wasn’t good. She had to do everything in her power to keep the number of people who knew about Clark to a minimum. “Look, I’m not sure what you saw or heard on those tapes, but Lex faked that video about Clark being Superman. He must have faked these tapes too. He was insane! You were there, you saw how mentally disturbed he was!”
“Lois, after Clark disappeared, the Kents confirmed that he was Superman. They also told me about the existence of kryptonite…they told me everything. That’s why I’m here. I know that these tapes are not something that you’d want the public to know about. Give me a break; I’m trying to help you out here.” Henderson grinned, a bit wryly in Lois’s opinion. “Just don’t expect me to make a habit out of accommodating pesky reporters, okay?” Lois couldn’t stop herself from grinning back. “I never thought I’d see the day that Inspector Henderson went soft.”
“Hey! Do you want these tapes or not?”
Lois wiped the grin from her face, not wanting to push her luck. Henderson was known for his legendary gruffness, she wasn’t about to test this new softer side of the Inspector. “Yes, I want those tapes…and Henderson?” Lois paused for a moment, a genuine smile playing on her lips. “Thanks for protecting Clark.”
“Superman protects everyone else—I figured that someone needed to protect him for a change.” You've gotta love Henderson. He's a good man. And there is Lois still trying to protect Clark's secret to the end. “But Clark *is* Superman. You’re talking like they’re two separate people.”
“Well…they *are* two separate people at the moment, or rather, two separate Kryptonians.” I get the feeling that this little detail is going to be Clark's saving grace when this is all said ad done. Seeing Clark and Superman will make the public think to discredit Lex Luthor's claim that Clark *is* Superman. Two hours had passed and Clark was starting to show signs of improvement after two more blood transfusions. His color was better, his blood pressure had started to creep back up, and his heart rate had gone down a little. Lois wanted to cry with joy. Hopefully he’d wake up soon, and she’d have the chance to tell him again how much she loved him. Very nice! “Don’t even think about trying anything, Lane. Your super dud of a boyfriend can’t save you this time,” his voice was low and threatening, and Lois shivered in fear as his breath assaulted her face. He put more pressure on the knife and it started to cut into her skin. “I’m going to make you pay for all of the times you stuck your nose in my business.” Lois started to struggle for freedom but stilled when her movements caused the knife to cut even further into her skin. He had an iron grip on her, and terror rose up in her throat as he dragged her toward her open window. “Well, you’re the writer, so what do you think of this headline?” he paused, and Lois’s heart raced in terror as his mouth neared her ear. “Nosy Reporter Plunges To Death…sounds like a good headline to me.”
And for the second time that night Lois felt the world tilt as she was shoved out of her fifth story window. The wind claimed her, and she let out a blood hurdling scream as she started to fall into the empty darkness. Lois screwed her eyes shut as the ground rushed up to meet her. Angst! Superman has to save Lois! Clark needs her! Again, I say, very well done. I made suggestions but you worked your magic! You can take a piece of writing that starts out so flat and "dimensionalize" it like nobody's business. Brava, Angel! ~Sheila
I'm a firm believer in the fact that God doesn't put any more on us than we can bear. He does however make us come to Jesus every so often.
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Hi, Sheila! Hey! Are you talking about us here? I plead the fifth! In the midst of all of this, Superman can still have a sense of humour; probably more to ease Lois's tension than anything. That's one of the reasons that I like his character so much. He has an incredible sense of humor. Of course, there are times when Lois finds it downright obnoxious! Awww, sniff. WHo would know what Clark needs more than Superman? Martha Kent, Maybe? And yes...I did realize that it was a rhetorical question. I get the feeling that this little detail is going to be Clark's saving grace when this is all said ad done. Seeing Clark and Superman will make the public think to discredit Lex Luthor's claim that Clark *is* Superman. Again, I plead the fifth! Although I do realize that pleading the fifth at this point is rather fruitless. Thanks for the fdk, Sheila. And again, I could never thank you enough for all of your help. You're comments and suggestions are awesome, as is your sense of humor. Thank you.
Silence is golden. Duct tape is silver.
~Saw it on a T-Shirt.
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