Chlark Fanfic: Crisis, Chapter 2
Here’s Chapter 2. It’s pretty much a flashback to what happened that fateful afternoon.
I hope it reads well, because I can’t go over it again. This is, without doubt, the hardest thing I’ve ever written.
Title: Crisis
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark/Kaloe
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, non-con/rape, angst. Kal isn’t going to come off very nice in this story (see the warnings), so if you’re a fan of his, you might want to look away now.
Timeline: Season 2-3 (Exodus - Exile; Clark’s RedK Summer)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: A violent encounter between Chloe and Clark threatens to destroy their friendship forever.
Feedback: …is much appreciated. J
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 2
3:00pm, Saturday
Chloe looked furtively over her shoulder as she knocked on the door of the penthouse apartment. After a few moments, the door was opened by a scowling Clark, dressed from head to toe in black leather.
“I thought I told you not to come back here,” he said sternly as she pushed her way in.
“You know I never do what I’m told,” she said flippantly.
He wasn’t amused. “Were you followed?”
“No, I was careful, as always.”
He pointed his finger rudely in her face. “If you lead someone to this place, or tell anyone where I am, Chloe, I swear to God -”
“No! I told you, your secret is safe with me,” she insisted.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” he said darkly. “Nothing you say can make me go back with you.”
“Even if I say that your parents are on the verge of losing the farm, and they’re sick with worrying over where you are?” she challenged.
She saw a flash of concern in his green eyes before he covered it up with contempt. “Whatever. Those people are nothing to me anymore.”
“Excuse me - ‘those people’?” she echoed incredulously. “They may not have given birth to you, Clark, but they’re more your parents than the ones who did ever were!”
Clark began scratching at his chest, and he turned away from her. “Shut up, Chloe.”
“No, I won’t shut up! Someone has to talk some sense into that thick skull of yours -”
He shook his head wildly and practically clawed at his chest, as if he’d developed a sudden allergy to all the leather. “I’m warning you…” he said threateningly.
“Clark, do you think living out here alone is going to achieve anything?” she went on, not missing a heartbeat. “You think this is any way to live your life? And where the hell are getting the money to pay for all this?”
“Chloe, for the last time…” he grated, fisting his hands in his hair.
“I’m just telling it like it is, Clark. You may think you’re being noble, but really, you’re just acting like a coward!”
Clark yelled like a wild animal and spun round, stalking angrily towards her. Chloe flinched in surprise, but stood her ground, determined not to show fear.
“GET OOOOUT!” he snarled, grabbing her by the arms and shoving her out the door so violently she nearly plummeted over the railing.
She clung to the balustrade, shocked and scared beyond belief. One second they were having a conversation albeit a surly one, and then the next he’d done a complete Jekyll and Hyde and thrown her out - literally. What the hell was wrong with him?
Suddenly she heard him scream from within, a scream so blood-curdling the blood in her own veins turned to ice. A bright light emanated through the crack at the bottom of the door, and her heart flipped in concern.
“Clark?” she yelled, banging on the door. “Clark, open the door!”
“Go away!” he screamed. “Get out of here NOW!”
“I’m not going anywhere, Clark! Now let me in!”
“Chloe, I beg you, GO!”
“What’s wrong with you?” she pleaded. “Let me help you, Clark - please!”
Slowly his loud screams subsided, and the light coming out from under the door dimmed. Quickly she rattled on the door handle again.
“Let me in, Clark!” she said insistently.
Silence.
“I’ll sit out here for as long as I need to!” she yelled, glancing at her watch, seeing that it had just gone 3:00pm.
Darn it. She was supposed to be meeting Jimmy later on, but at this rate she was going to miss her date altogether. But it couldn’t be helped; there was no way she was leaving Clark alone like this. In his current state there was no telling what he would do - to himself, or to somebody else. He was clearly in a bad way…and what was the deal with the screaming, and the lights?
“Clark?” she yelled, and banged on the door again. Once. Twice -
She never got to hit it a third time. The door swung open and Clark grabbed her arm almost painfully.
“So be it on your head,” he whispered forcefully. “I warned you!”
With that, he yanked her back into the apartment with so much force she thought her arm was going to get dislocated from the socket. She sailed through the air and landed on the carpet with a thud.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she cried, rubbing her arm.
“What exactly do you want with me, Chloe?” he asked, looming over her dangerously.
She refused to be intimidated. “I want you to get your head out of your ass and come home,” she said stubbornly, scrambling to her feet. “I don’t know what the problem is, but we can sort it out. There are people who want to help you, Clark…people who care about you -”
“People like you,” he sneered, pushing her so that she stumbled backwards. “Of course. I know what you want from me Chloe, and it has nothing to do with ‘helping’ me.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, puzzled.
“Come on,” he drawled, raising a hand and cupping her breast. “I know how wet you get when you’re around me.”
“You’re insane!” she spat, slapping his hand away. “That’s not what I came here for!”
“Maybe not,” he hissed, shoving his hands under her sweater, “but that’s what you’re gonna get.”
His fingers curled painfully into her breasts, making her wince. “Ow! Clark, you’re hurting me -”
“You should have left when I told you to,” he growled, pushing her down onto the carpet.
“Clark, what are you doing?” she cried, pushing hard on his shoulders.
“Giving you what you so obviously came here for,” he replied cruelly, fumbling with her skirt and pushing it up.
Chloe momentarily froze as her brain started to process what was happening.
“Clark - Clark, stop!” she said frantically, her heart pounding with fear as she snapped out of her stupor and struggled beneath him.
“What for?” he said, his mouth twisted in a harsh smile as he slipped a hand between her thighs. “You got all upset when I chose Lana over you. Well, now I’m rectifying that.”
“No!” she cried clamping her legs together and trying desperately to push him away. “I don’t want this, Clark. You don’t want to do this -”
“My name is Kal,” he said fiercely, gripping her panties and ripping them off.
“Get off me!” she shouted, scratching at his face and arms, and pulling at his hair. Nothing slowed him down. It was like trying to move a brick wall.
He grabbed her wrists and secured them in one hand in a vice-like grip, then held them above her head.
“You don’t tell me what to do, Chloe,” he rasped, unbuckling his belt with his other hand.
Oh, God, no. This wasn’t happening. She was about to be raped by her best friend.
“Clark,” she whispered desperately, “I’m begging you, don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”
He unzipped his pants and she felt his length spring free, a hot, hard column of steel against her hip. Clark inserted one leg between hers and forced her thighs apart, and she trembled in fear as his cock pressed right up against her tight entrance.
“No, Clark,” she said, her eyes filling with tears as she shook her head. “Please don’t…”
His only response was to tighten his hands painfully around her wrists and press forward. Chloe gasped and her eyes widened as he started to force his way inside her, pausing only when he encountered the thin barrier within.
“Clark, this has gone far enough,” she said, trying to control her shaking voice. “You can still stop. You can walk away, and we can pretend this never happened.”
“I told you,” he replied, his eyes cold. “My name is Kal.” And with that, he thrust hard into her unprepared body.
White hot pain lanced through her as he tore through her hymen. Chloe screamed out loud, her eyes filling with tears as her insides burned and throbbed at the painful invasion.
Clark reached up and covered her mouth with his hand, reducing her screams to muffled moans. Chloe stared up in terror at the feral expression in his green eyes, his dark hair falling wildly about his face. He stared back at her, his mouth curled in a cruel, twisted smile. It was like looking into the face of a stranger.
She shook her head, tears falling out of the corners of her eyes as he started to pump fiercely within her. Every thrust exacerbated her pain, and she felt raw and lacerated on the inside.
But far worse than the damage to her body was what was going on inside her mind. Clark, the person she loved more than anyone, the one person who before today she would have trusted with her very life - was cruelly violating her, bruising both her body and her soul. The boy she thought she’d always known was gone; if he was somewhere behind those eyes, she couldn’t find him.
So she ceased struggling and lay still, numb with grief and shock as he held her down and had his way with her.
Clark’s thrusts became erratic, and he groaned hoarsely and buried himself deep within her, shuddering as his orgasm hit. Liquid heat flooded her insides as he came, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her.
When he was done, he slumped forward and moved his hands away from her wrists and mouth. Chloe immediately pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed him away from her with all the strength she had left. She knew she couldn’t have budged him if he had no intention of moving, but she didn’t want him touching her, and she wasn’t about to wait for him to get off on his own time.
Fortunately, Clark didn’t seem to be into cuddling. He rolled off her and got to his feet, and she sat up, wincing as she felt warm moisture trickling down her sore, bruised thighs.
Slowly she raised her eyes till her gaze met his. He stared back at her, his eyes blank and devoid of all emotion.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
He zipped up his pants and headed for the door. “I’m going for a walk. Just make sure you’re gone by the time I get back.” With those words, he stepped out and slammed the door behind him.
***
Chloe sat there for several minutes, too stunned and shaken by what had just happened to her to even cry. Slowly the reality dawned on her…
She’d just been raped.
Clark had raped her.
The same boy who had played with her, laughed with her, shared his school dinners with her and saved her life countless times…had just raped her.
Clark…
Chloe’s blood ran cold and she began shivering violently. She managed to drag herself to a standing position and stumble to the bathroom, making it there just in time before falling to her knees and throwing up violently in the toilet.
After heaving till there was nothing left in her guts to bring up, Chloe sat on the bathroom floor and tried to gather her wits about her.
She needed to go to the hospital; that much was obvious. She needed urgent medical attention. Everywhere hurt. At the hospital, they’d take care of her…
…and they would also call the police. The police, who’d process her for DNA and ask all sorts of questions, which would eventually lead to Clark’s arrest. And while he certainly deserved it for what he’d done to her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was…off.
She’d known Clark for years now. It was easy enough to read him, know when he was happy, sad, worried…he was like an open book. As much as he tried to hide the truth from her, his eyes could never lie.
Today, she’d looked into those eyes and seen a complete stranger.
Something was wrong. That wasn’t her Clark. And she’d lived in Smallville long enough to know that things were not always what they seemed. There had been that incident with Tina Greer, the shapeshifting meteor freak who had stalked Lana mercilessly and almost succeeded in killing her. Then there was Kyle Tippett, who’d had the power of suggestion and could make people do whatever he told them to.
And that was just a few off the top of her head. Her Wall of Weird was full of people who could do all sorts of paranormal things, and it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that Clark could have somehow been influenced by somebody, or infected by the meteors and changed on a fundamental level.
One thing was clear; whatever was changing him seemed to have amplified in Metropolis. If she could get him back to Smallville, back to his family, she was sure she’d be able to figure something out, find some way to get him back to normal.
And if she was wrong, and this really was Clark…
She sighed and closed her eyes, refusing to think about the possible consequences of failure. All she knew is that he couldn’t be allowed to do to her what he’d done to someone else. If he went after Lana in his current state, she would never be able to forgive herself.
Whatever Clark’s secrets were, his parents knew how to handle him. She’d done what she could to protect him from discovery, but now he’d crossed a very big line, and there was a lot more at stake than keeping a friend’s confidence. It was time to tell Mr. and Mrs. Kent where their son was.
So she struggled to her feet, rinsed her mouth out and made her way carefully towards the exit. She’d go to the hospital, definitely. But only after she’d gone home first and taken a very, very hot shower.
***
Chapter 3…