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Déjà Vu

Chapter 32: Guests

Lois tripped over another tree root in her high heels. Her stockings were shredded and she cursed at the scrapes and scratches that added to the pain of her already sore feet. Mitchener pushed Lois ahead of him, shining a flashlight on the dust in front of her. “Onward, Ms. Lane. Those shoes can’t be very comfortable, but it can’t be helped…” But neither his rough assistance nor his condescending manner were making the hike any easier. Angrily, she thought, If it weren’t for the gun at my back…

Lois grimaced. You would what? Make a break for it? In the middle of nowhere? She knew that bound and gagged as she was, there was little hope that she would be found – or that she could even call for help. But her head was still pounding, she was starting to feel a little faint from the lack of food, and her throat had long since become parched, giving her tongue the consistency of sandpaper. She had already twisted her ankles at least twice on the rough dirt road…

As dizzy as she felt, she didn’t even know how long they had been walking. It could have been ten minutes… it could have been an hour… it seemed interminable. My God, is he going to just march me to death? she thought wearily.

The battle in her mind between the impulse to escape, the need to survive this ordeal for Jason’s sake, and the desire to get to the bottom of this story was raging full throttle. At this moment, although she had chosen the opposite course of action only minutes ago, she decided that the moment she even got the tiniest break, she would scream bloody murder for Clark, to hell with the consequences.

Suddenly, she broke out of the trees, with Mitchener looming behind her like an ever-present silent menace. They were in a clearing, and in the center of the clearing was a charming wooden cabin, porch light aglow.

“Here we are,” Mitchener announced as he gently shoved her forward. She could hear him digging in his pockets for the keys, and then he came around to the side, making a show of the gun for her benefit. “Please move a few steps back, Ms. Lane.” He gestured smoothly with the pistol. “I assure you that I have plenty of practice using this.”

As Lois moved backward, desperately seeking a way out of this situation, he lifted the keys toward the lock. Then Mitchener paused and turned his head to the right, gazing at the empty gravel driveway. Lois followed his gaze with her own. For a moment, his expressionless façade slipped, a puzzled frown coming over his handsome features. Then, fleetingly, they morphed into an expression of incredulity and rage before hardening back into the rigid mask of polite indifference. Had he expected to see something there?

The keys dangled from his slack hand, glinting in the porch light. Is this my chance? Lois thought, and tensed her muscles, preparing to aim a kick at his fingers… but he whipped his head back toward her just in time. He fitted the key into the lock quickly, and turned it with a snap of his wrist.

As he opened the door, she could see into the room beyond. The living area was tastefully furnished with a set of dark leather armchairs and matching sofa. Placing an unwelcome hand on her upper arm, he steered her into the cottage. On the rustic wooden coffee table, Lois could see two wineglasses – one empty, one half-full – and a few used dinner dishes. There was even a smaller plate resting on the floor beside the table, a mess of half-eaten food still on it.

Mitchener stopped short again. He turned his face away from her so she couldn’t see his expression, still keeping a restraining hand on her arm. He must have guests. He must be bringing me… to… someone. She could only imagine who that might be, and shivered.

He broke himself from his trance. “This way, Ms. Lane,” he requested shortly, his polite veneer cracking, urging her ahead of him toward the back of the cabin. She craned her head around as quickly as possible trying to take a mental photograph of her surroundings… Plush floor rugs on the hardwood floor, expensive-looking wilderness paintings, a well-appointed kitchen… What is this? Lifestyles of the Rich and Villainous? …but she had little time to see anything else as she was hustled into a long hallway which seemed to lead back to the master bedroom.

With a more and more anxious feeling, Lois found herself at the dead end of the hallway, facing a large, heavy-looking metal door. To the right side was a small keypad – some sort of entry code must be required. Are Mitchener’s guests behind that door? she thought worriedly.

“Just a little farther, Ms. Lane, and then you can rest those weary feet…” Shielding the keypad with his body, he quickly tapped a series of numbers. There was a buzz and a click, and then Mitchener pulled the handle on the doorway to reveal a windowless room. As the door swung slowly open, she could hear some sort of sound coming through, but she couldn’t quite make out what it was… The interior of the room was illuminated with soft track lighting, and one side was covered in pine bookshelves. A richly covered, but unmade bed sat flush against the far wall. But she could see no one inside.

As they came fully into the room, it was obvious what the sound had been. A full, throaty bass voice rang out of the speakers of a Bose CD player on the edge of one shelf:

Pentiti, cangia vita!
È l'ultimo momento!

As he registered the words, something flickered in Mitchener’s eyes for a brief moment. Then he frowned again, and waved the weapon toward the bed. “Please sit, Ms. Lane.” The door shut behind them automatically with a smooth click.

No, no, ch'io non mi pento,
Vanne lontan da me!

The deputy mayor stalked over to the player and shut it off with a furious jab of his finger, his face now positively stormy. Raking his free hand through his hair with a rough, impatient gesture, he stared sightlessly at the floor for a few moments.

Lois found that her curiosity was displacing her fear. Unless there was another room she hadn’t seen, whoever had left the dishes, the unmade bed and the music still playing was clearly gone. And Mitchener was very unhappy to discover that fact.

As he stood there, frozen in place, Lois studied the room. In addition to the bookcases and bed, there was a small table flanked by two small leather armchairs, several wooden crates lining the opposite wall, a kitchenette, a large wardrobe and a nightstand. And on that nightstand was a highball glass, melting ice cubes and the dregs of a brownish liquid at the bottom. There was still condensation on the outside of the glass, another sign that the room had been abandoned quickly... and recently.

At the sight of the glass, her raging thirst came back with a vengeance. It didn’t matter that this glass obviously had belonged to someone else, right now, Lois would have lapped water from a dirty puddle if it meant that she could get the dry, sticky feeling out of her throat.

Mitchener lifted his head and turned his attention back to her suddenly. She jerked her head toward the glass in supplication. He shook himself slightly. “I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Lane, what a rude host I’ve been.” He walked quickly over to the kitchenette, took a glass out of the cupboard, and filled it with water from the small sink. She wanted to jump up and kick him, but a dizzy spell hit her again as she realized afresh how thirsty she was.

When he walked over to set the glass on the nightstand and then began to remove her gag, Lois almost couldn’t believe her luck. She tensed, her mind racing. What’s the catch? Is he really going to… When the gag finally came away from her mouth, she saw that it was some sort of… torn sleeve?

With her hands tied, Mitchener had to hold the glass to her lips. It was humiliating to have to accept this help from her captor, but she took a long gulping drink, wondering if it would be her last, but feeling at least some energy coming back into her body. And then finally the moment that she had been waiting for came. As soon as the glass left her lips, Lois sucked in a deep breath and screamed as loudly as she could, “SUPERMAN!!”

Lois braced herself, expecting to be backhanded at the very least, or possibly shot, but fervently praying for the longed-for rush of wind… But there was absolutely no result. No Superman… no violent reaction from Mitchener.

She looked up at him, eyes defiant, but with a hint of question in them as well.

Her captor regarded her with that annoyingly superior look on his face again. “Glad you got that off your chest. You’ve probably been waiting to do that for a while,” he commented blandly, although his face was beginning to gleam with sweat. “As much good as that will do you… not here…” Mitchener gestured indifferently around him. “He made very sure that this would be a safe hiding place.” He then moved the water away from her to set back on the counter, with the air of punishing a naughty child.

“How?” Lois’ voice croaked out, raspy with lack of use. She had almost asked, From whom? but at the last moment had managed to bite back the betraying question. She still wanted to say more, such as: What do you mean by ‘he’? Why won’t shouting do any good? Why is this place ‘safe’? But she had to try to keep the impression that she really did know more than she actually did, hoping to trick him into giving something away while pretending she had it all figured out.

“Oh, please don’t be coy, Ms. Lane. You know as well as I do that there is only one way to keep a place off of Superman’s radar.”

He’s soundproofed this room… and lined it with lead? Lois could hardly believe that the man had gone to so much trouble, unless… Her eyes widened… He knew that he had to be safe from Superman…

But the timeline didn’t make sense! Superman had only returned to Earth a few weeks ago – the time it would take to soundproof a room and line it with lead… How long had he been prepared for this? More than five years?

Suddenly the clues coalesced in her mind. Two plates, two wineglasses, Italian opera playing in a soundproofed bedroom… Oh, my God… Had Luthor been here? And with his girlfriend, that Kitty person? She had to keep Mitchener talking, to try to get as much information from him before he decided to gag her again, or… She swallowed, throat still too dry. Or before he shuts me up more permanently. Her heart heaved in her chest as Jason’s, Clark’s, and even Richard’s faces swam through her mind.

“Why go to all this trouble? I’m sure that you didn’t take all these precautions just for little old me.” Although she was almost certain exactly who they were talking about, she bluffed her way ahead. Mitchener, she now saw, had made a colossal blunder in seizing her, clearly thinking she knew more about his mysterious guest than she did. Well, she wasn’t about to disabuse her kidnapper of that notion at the risk of enraging him. “He couldn’t have known that I would find out about you.” Her thoughts were racing and whirling with half-formed questions. She hoped desperately that she could get Mitchener to say something to confirm her suspicions about his involvement with Luthor. Obviously it went much further than they’d ever suspected. He was what… hiding him? Helping him escape both the law and Superman? Her blood boiled at the thought of the wreckage all over the city, the collapsed buildings, and the trapped people, dying too quickly for even Superman to rescue them.

Mitchener shrugged dismissively, refusing to give anything away. “Everyone knows about your close relationship with Superman. Protecting this place from him just happens to have a double benefit. He did, however, warn me about how nosy and persistent you are.” Still holding the gun carefully in his right hand, he turned away from her and walked over to the wardrobe, opening the doors. She saw his back stiffen in alarm, and his fists clench at his sides, as he began muttering something softly under his breath. Over his shoulder, she could see that there was nothing inside but a few hangers dangling askew on the rod.

“I take it you were expecting to find someone here, Mitchener?” she called to him, not able to resist the jab.

He paused for a beat, and when he turned back to her again, he looked like he was straining to keep his composure. “Oh, don’t worry about me, Miss Lane. I can handle unexpected situations.” There was a barely perceptible note of sarcasm and false bravado in his response. “I was simply hoping to get some… advice.”

“But instead he … left you in the lurch?” she continued to needle him.

His eyes narrowed with annoyance. “It’s none of your business.” He began to tidy up the kitchenette, turning away from her once more. He was too far away, and she was still feeling too dizzy, to try to attack him… with her feet anyway.

Well, as long as he’s leaving the gag off, she thought, I might as well take a chance… “You know, when I first started looking into L & V Construction, I had a feeling that the company had some sort of connection to the building collapses all over Metropolis.” She leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. “A feeling that there had been gross misconduct… or mismanagement somewhere…” He kept his back to her, and she plunged forward. “When I discovered that you were one of the owners of the company, I immediately suspected that under-the-table deals were made, maybe building code restrictions relaxed…”

Still no response. Lois ground her teeth in frustration. He must have decided the silent treatment was safest.

“But the company’s name… from the beginning, my partner and I wondered if maybe a certain well-known criminal might be involved…” In a flash of intuition, a thought hit her, and as crazy as it was, she spoke it aloud. “I would hate to think that with what almost happened to Metropolis, that these building inconsistencies were… intentional… and the collapses deliberate.”

He whirled and rushed back to her before she could even react. She caught a flash of panic in his eyes as he leaned over her. Then, snatching the makeshift gag from the bed, he tied it tightly around her mouth again, all pretense of politeness gone. “Everything he warned me about you is true, but I didn’t really believe it until now. You are even more…” Mitchener yanked the gag extra tight with each word, “…annoying and pushy than he told me you were, Ms. Lane.”

The deputy mayor dragged her roughly to a chair, and with a strength born of self-preservation, roughly tied her fighting feet to each leg individually. As she struggled vainly, he wrapped her chest several times with a cord, her hands still pinioned painfully behind her. His forced composure earlier was gone, and now he seemed dangerously unstable.

Mitchener then pulled a small device from his pocket and pointed it toward the door. It popped open with a click, and she noticed with alarm that there was no handle or knob on her side of the door.

“I’ve had a change of plans,” he said curtly. “I will be back for you – after I’ve made some preparations.” He went through the door, pausing in the threshold, one finger poised over the light switch. “All of these ‘precautions’… as you termed them… have become necessary after all.”

The lights snapped off, blinding her for an instant, and the door clicked shut, sealing her into what felt like a vault. When her eyes adjusted, she realized that the room wasn’t pitch black, despite the lack of windows. She twisted her neck around toward the light source, and her heart nearly stopped.

Emanating from the row of open crates along the wall was a sickly greenish glow.

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A/N: The Italian lyrics come from Mozart’s Don Giovanni, the penultimate scene of Act II.

Next: Chapter 33: Searching


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Nov. 20th, 2006 02:12 am (UTC)
I knew it! I knew it! I knew that Luthor must be involved when you dropped us those teasers. *glee*

And now things are even more scary -- where is Superman? Will he be in for even more peril as the Kryptonite glow suggests? Eeep!

Well done. I'm still on tenterhooks, here, and nervously awaiting the next installment.
Nov. 20th, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)
Of course, I knew that my ever-incredible LJ posse would figure stuff out! I figured, why not drop the bomb right now? Lois more than suspects it's Luthor who was there... but just how deep into everything was Mitchener?


And as for the kryptonite... it's been absent from the story since Ch. 9. It was due another appearance!
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Nov. 20th, 2006 03:03 am (UTC)
Yeah, the opera was the dead giveaway... Hee. I wonder what mr_beeto's reaction will be. I have been his go-to-girl for those references in his fic.

I hope I'll have time to put in an extra chapter this next week! Yay for Thanksgiving!
Nov. 20th, 2006 02:58 am (UTC)
Emanating from the row of open crates along the wall was a sickly greenish glow.

*jaw drops*

I knew it... I knew it! I had my suspicions at first, but knowing that Luthor was involved somehow only makes all of this more terrifying to me! The room filled with kryptonite while Lois is bound inside... you're really reeling me in now! The biggest question for me: even if Superman found her, how would he get her out? Will he have to find other resources, I wonder?

Great chapter, Barb. Don't let the dread you've filled me with settle in for too long!
Nov. 20th, 2006 03:09 am (UTC)
Yeah, you all knew... smart people I have on my f-list. :)

The biggest question for me: even if Superman found her, how would he get her out? Will he have to find other resources, I wonder?

Keep your mind on those thoughts. Clark can't just Super!Swoop in and get her. What will he do, I wonder?
(no subject) - sean_montgomery - Nov. 20th, 2006 03:21 am (UTC) - Expand
Nov. 20th, 2006 03:07 am (UTC)
“What is this? Lifestyles of the Rich and Villainous?”

Luthor. Of course! I should have known. The minute I “heard” that dang opera music, everything fell into place. Mitchener may be smart, but he’s not that smart; only Lex Luthor would take such precautions as to line a room with lead, make sure it was soundproof, and infuse it with kryptonite! Gosh darn him. He’s got something really nefarious up his sleeve, doesn’t he? I have to admit, I wasn’t very worried before--after all, I figured Clark was going to show up eventually and he could more than easily deal with puny little Mitchener. But now that Lex Luthor is involved in all of this, I’m more than a little concerned; and not so sure that I want Superman showing up, not with a room chockfull of his greatest weakness to contend with! But wait…since the room is lined in lead…would Clark be afforded some protection against the kryptonite? Gah, I have no idea! All I know is that I can’t wait for the next chapter! The queen of cliffies strikes terror into the hearts of her subjects yet again. ;)

Nov. 20th, 2006 03:14 am (UTC)
Terror, sayest thee? Nay, thou dost enjoyeth this pain, thou knowest.

Yeah, Luthor being involved makes the whole thing so much more scary, doesn't it?

And I'm glad that you have no idea... I can't wait to let you see what happens!
(no subject) - mithah - Nov. 20th, 2006 04:10 am (UTC) - Expand
Nov. 20th, 2006 01:02 pm (UTC)
"Bwhahahahaha" was right! You cruel, cruel woman. Thank goodness Thanksgiving is this week and you hope to get more writing time in because I cannot wait!

Thanks for this chapter, though, because it rocked as usual. I'm curious to see how Lois gets herself out of this one!!
Nov. 20th, 2006 05:18 pm (UTC)
Cruel, am I? Hee hee.

Yes, if I'm lucky, I can get my outline to my beta tonight, and then work diligently on it Wednesday. So you might see something Thursday-ish. Earlier if I get lucky, but I wouldn't count on it.

Thanks for the review!
Nov. 20th, 2006 01:35 pm (UTC)
Mitchener continued to lead poor Lois to their destination, which she still tried to figure out where they were. He did a good job of keeping Lois bound and gagged while they continued onward so that she wouldn't be able to call a certain someone to aid in her escape.

It was surprising to see that Mitchener took them to a lavishly furnished cottage. I think Lois was surprised more by signs that someone else had been there, especially with signs that someone had been eating, drinking and listening to some opera music. Too bad there were no Oreos there.

All those signs points to one man, but Lois wasn't so sure about that, at least not yet any way. To my surprise, Mitchener finally released the gag so he could give Lois a drink. That turned out to be a mistake when after wetting her whistle, Lois called out to Superman. Mitchener's reaction to that was very surprising. He wasn't worried about it.

There was a very good reason why he wasn't worried about it and he explained it to Lois without revealing much. I really liked how Lois then began to wonder how that could be.

Lois then did what only she could do while she had the opportunity, digging for more answers. She brought up some rather interesting points to her captor and finished by saying that the poor workmanship on the buildings was intentional. That really must have struck to close to home for Mitchener since he regagged Lois roughly and secured her in the room they were currently in. When he left and secured the room, Lois then saw a greenish glow coming from the crates that were there. That meant only one thing, Superman would definitely have a hard time getting to her.

Somehow, I think Superman will find out where Lois is and I will enjoy how that unfolds. The plot continues to thicken and I am very eager to find out what will happen next. Fantastic job as always, my friend.
Nov. 20th, 2006 06:20 pm (UTC)
Too bad there were no Oreos there.

I guess Mitchener's guests weren't into Oreos. Do you think MM and LL would get along?

Somehow, I think Superman will find out where Lois is and I will enjoy how that unfolds.

Clark's a smart guy... he'll figure something out! But how, and when? That is the question.
Nov. 20th, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
Looks like the craptasic computer is going to let me squeek by with a comment, so I'd better hurry before it freezes again.

WOOT! Lead-lined rooms, opera...oh yes, someone has been planing this for a while!

… What is this? Lifestyles of the Rich and Villainous? … - Snort! What? She didn't know that its the bad guys with the nicest digs?? *wink*

I keep waiting for the vision of Kevin Spacey coming through the door saying a la Carson Show : "HEEEERRES LEXXY!" Okay, a bit much. But still, seeing Spacey do it would be a hoot.

Nov. 20th, 2006 09:24 pm (UTC)
The suspense is killing me! I love how Mitchener is oscillates between being facetiously polite and outright evil...it makes him all the more creepy. I really want to know how Luthor was involved and what his connection is to Mitchener. Has he betrayed him already and flown the coop? Is Kitty there too? And what are these "preparations" that Mitchener is making?

When will Clark figure out what happened? Part of me hopes that Richard will put his differences aside and help look for Lois. I think he might be needed considering what we now know is in the next room.

Also, I wanted to say that I do think the subtle changes are an improvement to the chapter. So far when I beta I just look for any major errors. You seem to have most of the plot points and details down. Let me know if there is anything I can do or focus on that will make my beta-ing more valuable.

And are e-mail notifications down or is my e-mail acting up? I don't remember getting one...
Nov. 21st, 2006 01:10 am (UTC)
I love how Mitchener is oscillates between being facetiously polite and outright evil...it makes him all the more creepy.

This was actually a sticking point between me and betty. I wanted to make him more collected - just barely keeping it under control. She wanted him to be more talkative, and unintentionally give more information away. Well, you can see it was more of a compromise. The little details you mention really helped to give him more of an internal struggle. I'm very happy with the end result.

Part of me hopes that Richard will put his differences aside and help look for Lois. I think he might be needed considering what we now know is in the next room.

Richard still cares about her, and so, it's possible he might get involved... saying no more.

Let me know if there is anything I can do or focus on that will make my beta-ing more valuable.

With all the detail betty gives me, it's probably not necessary. But if you ever notice spots where you think there should be more detail, or you question an item of the plot, please tell me. :)

Yes, email is down at ff.net... AGAIN. I suspect that just THINKING about updating DV causes it to shut down or something. I'm 4 for 5 on the last chapters.
Nov. 20th, 2006 09:32 pm (UTC)
*printing the chapter*

I´ll post my comment later! :D

Thank you for updating!
Nov. 21st, 2006 01:11 am (UTC)
Can't wait to hear from you!
(no subject) - sunlike - Nov. 21st, 2006 01:09 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Nov. 21st, 2006 12:43 am (UTC)
Is it very bad that I want to subject Mitchener to repeated viewings of the Star Wars Christmas Special?

What? He deserves it.

And yes! Luthor will make an appearance! I was waiting for that, I really want to kick his ass but I really want to see him... this is what they call a conundrum, I suppose.

Oh poor Clark, he's gonna feel so guilty when he finds out (he WILL find out, right?) what stupid, diabolic and machavelic Mitchener is doing to Lois and that he'll soon be joined by less than gentemanly company... ugh... poor Clark indeed.

And kudos to you for using Don Giovvani.

I'm with everyone, can't wait for the next chapter.
Nov. 21st, 2006 01:15 am (UTC)
Oo... someone knows Don Giovanni! Catch the double entendre? (For anyone else who reads this... I promise to fill you all in next chapter). Part of my secret identity involves a Masters degree in Musicology (music history and analysis).

You have all sorts of ideas of what's going to happen or not going to happen... I think you might be surprised by what really does happen... *evil snicker* No, it's nothing horrible. But hopefully enjoyable.
Nov. 21st, 2006 04:19 pm (UTC)
Sorry, I'm late! ^^'

Wow! I felt like a was in a James Bond movie, haha! Nice chapter, very interresting! I love that kind of Lois Lane, héhé! I can't wait to see what is going to happen!
Nov. 21st, 2006 05:15 pm (UTC)
I love that kind of Lois, too! Once she got that gag off, she was able to cut right to the heart of the matter...

I think I might have another update on Thursday, so watch for it!
Nov. 22nd, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)
Second, and more coherently, nice set up! Sure we all suspected Luthor was involved, but your pace in dropping (or not) us hints until this chapter - when the hints are quite anvil-sized - was great!
Can't wait for the next episode! If only I had Hiro's powers...hum... ;)
Nov. 22nd, 2006 01:23 am (UTC)
Where is Superman, where is Superman... everyone wants to know that...

Well, the truth about Luthor had to come out some time! I played with making the whole thing a LOT more vague... but ended up using the anvils. :)

The next one might be Thursday. I'm hopeful!
Dec. 3rd, 2006 01:22 am (UTC)
LOL ... leaving a comment is now submitting a petition? To ... not be tortured with cliffhangers? ^_^

This was a fantastic chapter! I love how you showed Lois slowly piecing everything together ... taking in the surroundings of the place, and then suddenly striking upon why Luthor was involved with construction. So he wanted to make it easier for Metropolis to collapse? *shivers* Absolutely diabolical ... and so very Lex. Evil genius to the core! And I have to say that I am so so so impressed with your plotting here ... you write mysteries really well! I never would have seen that coming, and yet it makes so much sense!

And your characterization of Lois here is great, how she knows exactly what to say to get to Mitchener ... although, of course it then backfires, sigh. :( Ee ... and the kryptonite! I must scurry along to the next chapter now ...
Dec. 3rd, 2006 01:29 am (UTC)
Heh heh. Just discovered the new layout, huh? Yeah, I just had a fit of silliness and decided to go for it... :)

And I have to say that I am so so so impressed with your plotting here ... you write mysteries really well! I never would have seen that coming, and yet it makes so much sense!

Wheeee! This reveal was a LONG time in the making (from the first hint in Ch. 3), so I am very pleased!
Apr. 9th, 2007 10:31 am (UTC)
First off..."Lifestyles of the Rich and Villainous" for the win...*laughs a lot*

I love how you show Lois dealing with danger here--how she's not so foolhardy as to not try to call for Superman's help, but how she then works around the fact that he's not and doesn't just hope he shows up. She uses her wits and her voice as weapons and bides her time, and never feels like a damsel-in-distress at all, which is very awesome.

And I really love how you make it clear Luthor is involved without just coming out and saying it--all the details of the hideout are perfectly Lex. The battle of wills and wits between Lois and Mitchener is amazingly gripping! I miss Clark but I'm eager to see more of Loois fending for herself, so...I'm torn!
Apr. 9th, 2007 12:08 pm (UTC)
That line - my beta suggested I make Lois' mental voice a bit snarkier (she seemed too complacent in that scene), so that one came to me out of the blue. :D

Yay! Lois is NOT a damsel in distress, IMHO. Too many versions of her do that. She knows she can count on him, but when he's not around, she's got the brains and courage to do what she needs to. Well, maybe I can help you - Clark arrives in the next chapter, but it's not all as easy as that, so maybe you'll get a little of both?

Ah, Lex... more on that will become clear very soon.
Aug. 2nd, 2007 06:20 pm (UTC)
“Here we are,” Mitchener announced as he gently shoved her forward. She could hear him digging in his pockets for the keys, and then he came around to the side, making a show of the gun for her benefit. “Please move a few steps back, Ms. Lane.” He gestured smoothly with the pistol. “I assure you that I have plenty of practice using this.”

I bet. Ya murdering jerkface!

Mitchener stopped short again. He turned his face away from her so she couldn’t see his expression, still keeping a restraining hand on her arm. He must have guests. He must be bringing me… to… someone. She could only imagine who that might be, and shivered.

-bites lip- Oh dear. If it's who I think it is, Clark may have some trouble finding them!

What is this? Lifestyles of the Rich and Villainous?

ROFL Oh boy. I don't like the look of that metal door. If it's...lead....Oh man oh man oh man

Emanating from the row of open crates along the wall was a sickly greenish glow.

OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!

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