Dad's gonna be so fucking pissed. Mom's gonna be pissed too. I'm really pissed off too though!
Five hours. They fucking helicopter took five hours to finally land. We were going northwest for five hours, five hundred or so miles from Smallville. I think we might be in Upstate New York or even Canada. I don't know the exact direction though. Kinda zoned out a few times.
"Yes, Sir. We've secured the target and we're bringing her to you now." The black woman was wearing a purple jacket and long skirt, with a bright yellow shirt underneath. She was kinda fat and smoking a cigarette. She looked like was unarmed, but considering the circumstances, I didn't think she would actually be defenseless. Besides, there were three tall men who got out of the chopper behind her that were carrying assault rifles and wearing full black tactical gear.
"Let go of me! Let go!" Lena screamed as the giant woman carried her like a baby, though I guess a normal four year old is pretty damn small compared to a chubby 5'10" woman? Anyway, the kid couldn't resist the adult. She wasn't a Kryptonian.
"Shhh, it's gonna be alright Babe, just be good and we won't have to hurt you more than necessary." The woman said something like that, so obviously the child didn't calm down.
"Lex! Lex~! Save me! Dad! Waaaah~!" Lena cried out for the only family she still had left in the world, but obviously they weren't there to save her… Instead, it was her dead Mom that manipulated a four year old boy to do the work.
I saw the sketchy concrete structure up ahead and decided not to push my luck any farther than this. I stealthily approached behind the big black dude in the back. I jumped up and grabbed the pistol off his hip. It was almost like they were all moving in slow motion, while my heart felt like it would explode!
*Bang-bang-bang!* Three shots, the farthest ones in the back were shot in the back of the neck where their helmets didn't cover. The last one was shot through his left eye-socket before he could even lift his weapon. As they fell to the ground, the last woman actually reacted by throwing the child at me!
"Fuck!" I cursed and quickly grabbed the screaming girl, then felt a sharp pain in my back as I spun around with the kid in my arms!
*Pop!* The bitch fucking shot me in the back! I don't think it broke the skin, but it still hurt pretty bad!
*Bang-bang-bang~!* I fired in her direction, but I was afraid to look and lose an eye. Besides, I had to get Lena out of there. That was the most important thing.
I jumped into the back of the helicopter and tossed the girl onto the floor, then closed the door to block a few more bullets. I pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against the pilot's throat and told him, "Fly us the fuck outta here or you die."
*Bang!* Then I shot him in the throat when he tried to resist. The bullet passed through but the windows were bulletproof, so it just kinda got stuck there with the blood splatter. I stared at the blood for a moment as my head was pounding.
"Fuck." I opened the door and pushed the corpse outside, then I looked at the controls. Foot pedals I couldn't reach, a joystick, some buttons on the dash I didn't really understand…
"Clark!" Lena pulled herself onto the seat next to me, "I knew you'd save me again!" The brat kissed my cheek and giggled, "Go down and use the pedals, I'll drive!"
"You know how to drive a helicopter?" I doubted it for a second and then remembered that she was a fucking super-genius Luthor…
"Yep! Now hurry up! That mean lady said she was gonna use me in some scary experiment! If they catch us, we'll both turn into lab rats!" She stood on the seat and pushed some buttons, then sat down and operated the joystick, "Push the right one! Yeah! Like that! Good job!"
"Do you think they recorded my face?" I was worried about being tracked down afterwards. It was way too early to go to war with the US Government or whatever sketchy organization these fuckers are supposed to be.
"I don't know. Probably not? But they knew who I was…" She sat down with her feet on my shoulders. She didn't have shoes on and she was wearing a cute pink onesie. Lena looked down at my face and smiled, revealing her baby teeth. "Don't worry, I'll protect you now."
I felt the helicopter shaking violently and smiled wryly, "I'll be relying on you then, Cutie."
The brat giggled happily as she piloted the helicopter while humming a random song. Kinda sounded like Backstreet Boys? Sometimes I forget that I'm in the 90's.
Once we were moving, she started using the radio and found a certain frequency, "Lex! This is Lena!"
*Shhhhh~!* There was static for a while, but eventually a deep voice came from the other side of the radio, "Lena! Where are you?! What happened?!"
"I got kidnapped by baddies! I'm flying a helicopter now!" The little kid bragged, "I'm flying away from the bad guy's lair, but I don't know if I have enough fuel to make it home!"
"You don't need to worry about fuel. Your bigger concern should be whether they'll shoot you down." Lex seemed to calm down a lot, "Find a place in the mountains to land. Then find somewhere to hide. Keep this channel open. I'm working on tracking it down."
This was the fucking 90's, but it was the comic 90's with all kinds of sci-fi bullshittery. I had no doubts that Lex Luthor could track us down by a radio frequency on a moving helicopter.
"Okay… But don't take too long, Lex. I wanna go home and go back to bed." The adorable little girl gave me a smirk as she used both hands to play with the joystick. Tilting the helicopter in various directions.
It was too loud. I couldn't hear whether we were being followed over the noise of our own engines and blades. In fact, my head felt like it was gonna explode a long time ago from overstimulation. I wanted some ibuprofen but I knew it would be useless. What I probably needed was rest and sunlight.
"Lex, do you think these people killed my Mom?" Lena asked something heavy randomly.
"Possibly." He responded succinctly. Then there was a long silence between them.
She glanced down at me from time to time, but mostly focused on flying. There was probably a GPS or tracking device in the helicopter. I mean, if it was the 2000's, I'd say definitely, but the 90's makes me wonder. Like I said though, comic book sci-fi bullshit was abundant, so who knows what kinda tech might be available to the 'bad guys' at this time.
"Is Clark there?" Lex suddenly asked that and I couldn't help frowning. It made sense that he'd know about me though. I doubt a 4 year old would hide something like that from her brother.
"Umm, why?" She actually didn't sell me out immediately!
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