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Tweak says, "Hahaa"

poeticmisery (poeticmisery) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-10 19:00:00

Entry tags:

clark kent, complete, dahak, day 14, kidnapping

The First Victim...
Who: Clark and Dahak
What: Misery plays with himself (in front of everyone! *gasp*)
When: Late night, day 14
Where: In the woods
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Shrouded in a world of dreams, Clark Kent's family was burning. It seemed realistic enough, in the way that dreams made all things seem overly realistic even though they weren't plausible. Looking for him day and night, Lana had decided to crash in the loft of the barn rather than drive home tired. But as she tossed in her sleep, dreaming of him, her foot kicked over one of the lanterns that was lit, and sent fire crashing to the floor. His parents had seen the smoke and ran into the barn to help her. By the time they'd gotten up to the top floor, the fire had surrounded all of them, and light brightly into the night air. Smoke billowed, half of it illuminated by the flicker of flames from within, the three of them were leaning out a window.

"LANA!" Clark yelled as he ran up the driveway to his place, and saw a light of recognition fill her eyes. His mother and father too started to look a little more relieved as he showed up. This wasn't the way that he'd wanted Lana to find out, of course, but there wasn't really anything to be done about that. He had to save them. And in a way this would be better for everyone. Lana would finally know, know why the two of them couldn't be together, know why he had to run off constantly and not tell her why, know that he really loved her with all of his heart, not merely said that he did and then turned around to do something else when she least expected it.

"Clark!" He heard Lana scream at the top of her lungs, and a relieved look seemed to cross there too. There was a look in her eyes, sometimes, that Lana got, as if in the heat of danger she knew that Clark would somehow save her. He could hear as his parents chimed in, in a chorus behind her, screaming for him to go and get help. He knew that it was for show though, they didn't want to reveal his secret, even if it cost them their lives. But it didn't matter now, he was going to save them all, tell Lana how he felt. It had been four years, almost their entire time in high school together in the coming. And so without hesitation Clark started to run at super speed towards them...

Only to slam into an invisible barrier that stopped him dead in his tracks. Stumbling back, Clark stared at the glowing wall, which was almost transparent and yet bent the light enough that he could see it, now that he'd run into it, a light ripple effect cascading from where he'd collided. He growled and then slammed hard into it again, but it resisted him as if he were a mere human being trying to move a skyscraper with a good shove. What was more, it hurt, which meant that there was something about it stronger than any material that he'd run into on Earth. What was going on? Why couldn't he move past this thing? He needed to get to Lana, get to his parents before it was too late!

He tried to run around it but he only took a few steps before another edge of the barrier hit him. He turned in another direction, and another one, but they were entrapping him on all sides, a mystical shield of energy that he couldn't break despite his best efforts. Without thinking he fired his heat vision into it and watched as it impotently sizzled along the outside of whatever kept him from reaching them, from reaching Lana. Moving at enhanced speed he beat his fists into it until they were bruised and bleeding and even then there was a sense of hopelessness that filled him as he beat without avail against the seemingly immoveable wall in front of him.

"Clark?" came Lana's scared voice, and he watched her face as she looked at him incredulously as to ask why he wasn't doing anything. He screamed out as he slammed his fists against the wall once more.

"That won't work... you can't reach them anymore... can't protect them anymore, can you Clark?" came a sickeningly familiar voice behind him, and Clark spun to stare into the cold, calculating eyes of Lionel Luthor. While someday the two of them would be reluctant allies after a fashion, for the time being Clark was reviled at the very idea of Lionel, and lunged towards him only to crash into the same walls that kept him from his parents. Clark roared in frustration as he slammed into the wall over and over again.

"Damn you, Lionel!"

"It's not me, Clark.... you're the one who's galavanting off on another world... not bothering to really try to get home. You'd have been here to save them if you'd actually found a way home... but you haven't, have you? And now they're going to die because of your carelessness..." Lionel tisked softly and crossed his arms to watch, staring calmly as the fire engulfed his family and drown them out of sight in a sea of bright yellow flames and black ash.

Clark shot up in bed, his blue eyes blinking slowly as he felt his heart thumping wildly in his chest from the dream, his breath coming to him in short pants. His voice in his throat felt like it wanted to scream out Lana's name, but it fell silent as he looked and saw the icy Fortress of Solitude around him. He stood up quickly, enough to make him feel a little dizzy, but after the horrifying dream he'd had, how could he just lay there in bed? What if that were happening right now while he was just... staying here?!?

"Kal-El... Is something wrong, my son?" came Jor-El's soft voice as Clark hurridly started tossing on his clothes. "It is unlike you not to sleep through the night..."

"I just had... a vision of my family burning..." Clark replied, knowing that any second now Jor-El would chime in with how crazy of a thought it was. Sadly, knowing that in some way this Planet created Jor-El, didn't make it any more comforting to trust his word... what if there really was a problem while he was away? What if he wasn't there to save Lana when she needed him the most?

"I did not detect any incoming or outgoing transmissions, Kal-El, telepathic or otherwise... I think it is highly unlikely that you-"

"I just need some air..." Clark said, cutting him off, though he breathed out a soft sigh of relief at Jor-El's comment. While he didn't completely trust the program that had been created by the planet, it was better than no assurance whatsoever. Damned if he wasn't going to try to escape this planet anyway. Without another word to Jor-El, Clark opened his door, briskly walked to the outside before zipping off into the night to search for a possible way to escape this planet... there had to be some way, if he just searched a little harder...

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dahak
2008-09-11 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Dahak felt weaker than he had in a long time.

This place... was too damned nice. True, there were a few miscreants here and there who wanted to create a little chaos of some kind. But all in all there were nicities all around. And while a little anger, and a ton of lust was enough to sustain him, it was not enough to fuel him fully. On Earth, at any given moment... WARS could be inspired amongst masses. People suffering, people dying! People stealing from one another, people killing one another, parents getting angry with children and beating them. There were endless possibilities... but HERE. Here where everything was supplied for them, the people had no reason to fight, to cheat, to steal. All they did was search endlessly for a way home that Dahak was certain he would have sensed if it was available. There was nothing, no way out, no escape from this land... except perhaps to kill someone.

But for that, he needed someone to take the risk. No, he was much too cold and calculating to take such a brazen move himself, especially after nearly letting Hercules of all people banish him from earth. The bastard son of a god when the gods themselves QUAKED at his very existance. No, this time he would play things smart, not take any unnecessary risks. Feel out the planet, learn it's ways, and then, only then, strike. But in order to do that he would need someone incredibly stupid, or need more power. Some form of strife... and in the heat of that strife, maybe... just maybe, someone would slip up, kill someone in the chaos.... yes, that would work rather nicely... there were plenty of people here willing to pick a fight... but he had to find them... and motivate them. And to do that.. he would need... yes, power.

Quietly the creature opened the door, wearing the guise of Michael like a cheap mask as he slid out of his room, closing it before any could see that the void that was inside of it. He wore a different suit, not that appearances really mattered to him, and walked slowly down the hallway, thinking to himself. He still had David's messenger bag hanging from his shoulder, not really thinking to get rid of it yet. There were such lovely blades inside of it. And it just so happened that as he stepped out he caught with his eyes someone moving in the darkness. A normal mortal would not have caught it, only felt the air flow by them, but Dahak's eyes glowed bright in the night as he caught side of the creature moving.

It's moves weren't elegant per se, but fast. It was clumsy and yet it moved cleanly as if it didn't care, a charging rhinoceros across the plain, knowing that anything with sense would get out of it's way, and anything without it would be broken into pieces by it's rampaging force. But it was the power that interested Dahak more than anything, for as it disappeared into the darkness it didn't show the slightest hint of being winded, as if it had boundless energy that Dahak had been seeking all along. But how best to get it? To use his powers in the open he would risk himself and possibly being identified by the doctor, and in a place like this, he did need a place to rest...

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dahak
2008-09-11 11:55 pm UTC (link)

It was then that the Dark God's mind turned to the satchel on his arm, and he remembered Michael's plan. Ah, a mask... what a perfect solution. Drawing it out he studied the almost asian style features, the silvery smooth metal that seemed to fit just right. He could still feel an imprint of Michael's hatred on it. And as he raised it to his face it felt... perfect... slowly from the edge of the mask black rhobes began to bleed out as if they were flowing from the mask itself until the body that was Michael's was no more, and in it's place stood a figure in a dark cloak that covered everything, no distinguishing features other than it's face, which was the mask itself.

Flying like a blur into the night, the masked Dahak let himself venture out into the darkness until he could close in on the running creature, shuddering at how much power it took to even keep up with this one now... yes, a recharge was definately in order... and the one beneath him was just the one to do it... he glimpsed into the soul of Clark Kent, learning his name, his past, hissing almost at the goodness that was the last son of Krypton... but ultimately, learning his greatest weakness in the process of his scanning of the boy's mind. It was easy, really, almost too easy.

Teleporting, Dahak used his power to shift once more, into a form that he knew would attract the Kryptonian to him. As Clark sped along, he would hear the voice of the one creature in his heart, the beloved Lana Lang calling out from the darkness. "Uhm... hello? Chloe? Anybody....?"

Alone in a grove, there appeared to be a very scared Lana Lang, uncertain of where she was or what she was doing there, looking around, bewildered.

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poeticmisery
2008-09-12 08:46 pm UTC (link)

For any other person moving as fast as Clark was, the world would be a blur, indeed to him it was a little distorted, but he'd learned over the past few days to bring it down to a minimum, catching things as he sped past them as if he'd been taking a leisurely stroll. It was by no means the easiest thing to do, and he'd spent more time in super speed since his time here than he could remember. He'd only really used it in Smallville to try to save someone. Here he was doing the same thing, except the person was himself, and unlike previous attempts, it almost seemed as if his super speed wasn't going to avail him. No matter how hard he looked, no matter what stone he unearthed, there was nothing in this place that gave the vaguest hint that it might actually be a way out, or even a clue. Half of him wished Lois weren't ignoring him, so she could help him do some more snooping...

Trees whirred by, and then for the slightest moment he thought he saw something black moving over the horizon, which caused him to pause, and turn. With piercing blue eyes he stared through the trees for a moment, looking every bit the super hero that he was destined to be, his brow furrowing ever so slightly as he squinted, and activated his x-ray vision through the trees. He'd been sure that he'd seen something, but what it had been, or what it meant, he didn't have any idea. Was someone else showing up here? Or was it possibly the exit to the other world. While he didn't want anyone to show up here from their planet, the idea that there might be a way out when someone arrived hadn't escaped him. If a portal really did open, then maybe he could run through it at super speed before it closed... then again, it was a long shot, to be sure.

Setting his jaw a little and frowning he'd just turned to start running when he heard someone calling from the distance. It was faint, so he turned his ear in the direction of the sound and focused, filtering out all of the little sounds in between, the sound of the trees rustling in the breeze, the sound of nocturnal creatures wandering around at night, till there was nothing but that single voice. And in that moment, Clark's heart leapt. It couldn't be... he was having some sort of other dream, and any moment he would wake to find himself in his bed, to the dry sound of Jor-El commenting on his sleeping habits. This had to be a dream, but even as he thought it, he started moving... he would do no less for the woman that he loved.

Pinpointing the sound and having a good idea at what kind of distance it was away from him, Clark started to move. Lana was far enough away now that he could use super speed, and blaze through the forest. Not that it was entirely easy, he had to dodge around trees, make sure to avoid making too much noise as he moved, but she was... here! How had she come here? Were his parents okay? Did they know he'd disappeared, or were they out looking for him? A thousand questions raced through Clark's mind as fast as he himself moved, refusing to slow down even though he tried to calm himself. Though he wasn't a vain person, a part of him almost wished for a mirror, as he'd sort of thrown on clothes when he'd left... and this was... Lana.

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poeticmisery
2008-09-12 08:46 pm UTC (link)

He stopped a few hundred yards from where she was, watching as the moonlight lightly fell down around her. For not the first time Clark was struck with the sensation of exactly how beautiful Lana Lang was. Standing there, looking up at it she was almost an angel in the night. It was times like this he wished he'd had a gift for poetry like some people he knew in school. To be able to quote something spectacular the way Lex would have, instead of just coming up and saying hello like he would be forced to. Lana wouldn't hold it against him, but it didn't make him wish it any less. Maybe, maybe he'd take some time and read up on something in the library when he was here, for when he saw her next.

What was he doing though? Shaking his head he stepped forward into the grove, staring at Lana with all of the adoration of a love sick puppy, knowing that the similar look would be missing from her eyes... but not caring. She was here, now, and that was all that was important. Slowly he took in a light breath, and called out to her. "Lana?" he said, looking a bit like she still might be a dream that would fade from existence as soon as he believed in her too much. But as he stepped closer he could see that she wasn't an illusion at all, but she was really here. He threw his arms around her without thinking, holding her close to him as he inhaled her scent and sighed with relief.

"I'm so glad to see you..."

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dahak
2008-09-12 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Dahak watched the creature stare at him, doing his best to play the innocent little fawn from his memories. Ah, the look of love, it was revolting to be looked at in that fashion in ways that Dahak couldn't even describe. Obsession was alright when directed at him, lust just as nice, but love... even feeling the stare of the dark haired thing looking at him that way made him want to wretch. He'd seen this one in Clark's memories, put up on the typical pedestal that all young lovers did. Destined to fall of course, but unlike other mortals, this one had a will power unlike Dahak had ever known. The thought of trying to brain wash him was tempting, but perhaps beyond his ability. No, this one would fight, and disturbingly might even best Dahak in a contest of wills. There was so much... goodness in him, so little anger... there were a few spatterings of it, but rather than hide it away, this one accepted it and learned...

Oh, no, there would be no brain washing Clark. Instead, Dahak had much more simple plans. This one glowed with energy beyond just sheer goodness. There was something else about him, a power source that Dahak had guessed at, but wasn't completely certain of. One that would easily be revealed with the proper amount of probing. But to do that, he'd have to let the young Kryptonian get close... very close. And for that task, he needed an image from the boy's past, something that he would never possibly consider might betray him. As Clark spoke her name, Dahak turned lightly, staring at him with the same wide brown eyes as he'd come to expect out of his visions of her. Unsuspecting, innocent... perfect. She was someone that would never be tainted in his eyes...

As he came up and hugged what he thought was his beloved, Dahak's eyes widened slightly, and then a slow smile spread across his lips as suddenly his hands came up, and grabbed the Kryptonian by the head. Dark energies flowed off of his hands like fire, and he pulled the creature's head back so he could stare into it's eyes as the visage of Lana melted away to reveal the dark mask of what he truly was. It's eyes glowed with the same dark energy as his magics began to push his way into Clark's mind, finding the resistance of will guarding it. No, there would be no brain washing this one, his will was too strong. But his energy, his energy was something that was impressive... and from what glimpses Dahak got... came from... the yellow sun.

How delightful. Not only would he be a battery for Dahak's plan, but a rechargeable one as well. Dahak tilted his head back as bright energy began to stream from the boy into him. He felt him start to struggle, but it was to little avail, and only caused the dark god to laugh. "How ironic it is, little one, that one with so much power would respond so very poorly to magic... it makes you almost like a babe to me..." Dahak cackled as Clark's fist beat impotently around the field that was around Dahak's entire body, and engulfed Clark's head like a helmet. "Gods would have a tought time breaking that field, Kryptonian... and you are no god, not yet... not even close... a shame you will never live to fulfill your true potential..."

With each moment that passed, Dahak felt the energies surge into his body. God, the power... it was overwhelming. This one held the potential to destroy planets if he exerted himself fully, and yet he was too afraid to do little more than save his friends from a threat now and again. The Kryptonian easily could have conquered his world, ruled it with an iron fist, assured that the populace would have never raised a hand against one another, created a society of utopian order ruled by fear of standing against him. Only freedom would be lost... but even to sacrifice that much goodness for a cause was beyond Clark Kent. Sickening, nearly worthless creature.

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dahak
2008-09-12 11:03 pm UTC (link)

"Do not worry, Kal-El..." Dahak hissed, having gained enough energy to force a spell on the Kryptonian. "I'll make use of the powers you've been given, the way you should have years ago..." He waited until Clark passed out in his arms then, and hefted him over one shoulder. Yes, it would take time to draw out this one's powers to it's fullest... thankfully time was all he had... and thanks to Clark, he would have more than enough energy to cause some strife around this place. Already he could feel his powers expanding, and feel... something, from far away. Beyond those who inhabited this place, there were others... others with simple minds, simple wills... pets to be brought to him, to carry out his plan.

"Come to me... pets..." he whispered onto the air, feeling them start to respond to his call. Now all that was left to do was secure Clark Kent before they arrived, and tomorrow he would call those here who had darkness in their souls. Yes, there were a few here, he could sense, who would long for some mischief, some action, or some way to attack. To some he would promise a way home, to others, merely a chance to be something greater... still others would need no urging... and what he could not get from them, he would brainwash into servitude, if their minds were malleable enough.

Calmly gliding in the night, Dahak made off with his prize. There was so very much to do, and so little time to do it in...

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