Eye for an Eye
Lana moaned and slowly opened her eyes. Her neck hurt and her head throbbed painfully, as Lana painfully stood up. There was blood oozing down her cheek, from a small cut on her head. Lana soon realized she was tied to the wall when she tried to wipe the blood away from her mouth. After a few quick yanks on the chain, she realized there'd be no way she'd be able to break free.
Breathing heavily, Lana slumped to the floor, wondering where she was being held. The room she was in was dimly lit and exceedingly cold. Lana noticed that on the opposite end of the room was a window, but she was unable to see out of it. Right next to her, was a table filled with miscellaneous cutting tools and most of them seemed to be rusted. In front of the table was an old and rusted chair that was used for the victims.
The door in front of her slowly creaked open and Lana now diverted her attention to the door. The door slammed shut, but Lana didn't see anyone. She heard foot steps, but it scared her that she was not able to see anyone. The dim light didn't help out either. "Who's there?" Lana asked trembling on the inside. Her breathing became erratic and the hair on the back of her neck stood up.
"I am here," A female voice calmly said that seemed to come from every corner of the room..
"Who are you?" Lana asked looking around the room, but she still didn't see anyone.
"Tsk tsk tsk," The female voice said again giving Lana he chills, "So many questions, why do victims asks so many questions?"
Even though Lana couldn't see anything, she still searched the room for the voice. "Of course I am going to ask questions," Lana said trying to yank on the chains again, "I wake up here no knowing where I am and why I am here?"
"It must be very disconcerting for you?" The female said.
"Uh yeah," Lana said without thinking.
"Do you really want to know who I am?" The female asked mockingly.
"Of course I do," Lana snapped losing her patience. She yanked on the chain again, but it was null, the chains were too strong. There was a brief pause and Lana gasped loudly when someone began to breathe in her ear. "I am your kidnapper," She said slowly giving Lana the chills again.
"If you aren't going to tell me who you are," Lana asked trying to edge herself closer to the wall for support, "Then tell me why I am here?"
"You are here because I wanted you here," The female answered confusing Lana.
"You didn't answer my question," Lana said looking around the room, hoping to get a glimpse of something.
"Of course I answered your question," The female answered with a laugh, "I just didn't give you an answer you'd like."
Lana suddenly thought of something. This whole time, Lana was trying to find answers to all the wrong questions. "Why can't I see you?" Lana asked struggling to stand again. Her head began to throb a lot worse and part of her vision began to blur.
"You can't see me," The female bitterly said, "Because I do not wish for you to see me."
"So then what do you want with me?" Lana asked hoping the unknown woman would finally give her an answer that would make sense.
"I want the same thing you want," She said breathing in Lana's ear again making her feel shudder uncomfortably again, "Or should I say a certain someone."
"And what do you know of what I want?" Lana asked glaring.
"You and I both want a certain farm boy," The female said touching Lana's cheek.
The woman's touch was ghostly and made Lana's blood run cold. She shivered in fear and asked, "Who are you talking about?"
"Both of us know who that special farm boy is," The female said chuckling to herself again, "We both know how you feel about Clark Kent."
"What do you want with Clark?" Lana asked wishing her kidnapper would stop this childish game.
"This is where both of want Clark for different things," She said confusing Lana again; "You want Clark because you love him and I want Clark because I need his special abilities."
"What are you talking about?" Lana asked shivering in fear and disgust when she felt someone breathe on her neck this time.
"I know both of you really well," The female said as Lana tried to pin point her voice, but strangely the room had a slight echo. It also irked her that she just realized this. "I know there is something special about Clark, but I don't know what it is exactly."
"So you have been spying on us?" Lana accused angrily.
"If you want to put it that way," The female kidnapper said with a grin on her face. She loved the way she was torturing Miss Kent here. "I do know that Clark has some problems with the green meteor rocks; even more than this whole damn town does."
"What is your name?" Lana asked feeling someone remove a strand of hair that covered her eye. The woman's touch was cold and seemed to soothe Lana's pulsing head ache.
"My name is unimportant," The female bitterly said, "The only thing of importance was a certain farm boy named Clark Kent."
"Why do you need me to get to him?" Lana asked as she absent mindedly yanked on the chains again.
"I have failed to get Clark on many occasions," The female said lighting a cigarette. Lana couldn't see it, but was able to smell its pungent stench. After a long puff, she continued, "You are here, because I hope he will come to us to get to you."
"You won't be able to stop him," Lana suddenly said without realizing it.
The female took another puff and then asked, "And tell me why that is so?"
Lana thought for a second before knowing what she would say. It then suddenly dawned on her. "If you say you know Clark so well," Lana argued. She paused and began to feel sick from the smoke, "You would then know that Clark is always helping people and seems to be able to survive anything thrown at him. If he does come here to get me, he will stop you."
Lana didn't here anything but she saw the door open in front of her with a loud creak. Before it slammed shut a voice sternly said, "And that is why we need him."