<wonders how long it will be before someone throws rotten fruit at her>
Not me! But then again I have XY numbers of frustrating parts like this in my story, so I sympathize.
For some reason I thought that was when you posted. Did this part come early?
"Lois?" Kal cried, twisting this way and that, desperately looking for his wife. "Lois?"
"They left me behind," Ruce said thoughtfully. There was a hint of an apology to his voice, as if he could have done more.
Forget Nor, it was Ruce who was behind it! Remember those who aren’t taken and the heroes first on the scene are more likely to be suspects. Wait! That puts Kal in the suspect pool.
Sneaky! I bet he set this up to be Heir! Only he set it up right after the wedding, when Lois was still acting all, well, mean. And the rest of this part is just an act. Oh, wait, I forgot, Kal can’t act. Never mind. Let’s go back to Ruce! He was trying to put everyone off by blaming Catira! It’s Ruce!
Jor-El shook his head sadly, helplessly looking around. "I've always feared this."
Well, Jor-El,
if you always FEARED this why didn’t you have security <<cough>> bodyguards <<cough>> for your sons and their wives? Why did you let them roam around in the city unprotected? Huh?
You haven’t earned my sympathy. Sorry.
"I've always been terrified that one day my children would be targeted. But I trusted too much in how stable and quite the planet is. And now, my family is paying the price for my naiveté."
Most crime happens within five miles of home, Jor-El. Hindsight is always 20/20.
"Ransom." It was not a question.
Jor-El nodded. "Most likely."
Um… No. Because Ruce comes from a wealthy family, does he not? If it was just ransom and they missed on capturing Kal, they would have taken Ruce instead. Keep looking for motive.
"He's right," Kal said, nodding. "If it's ransom they're after, they won't dare to hurt them...whoever they are."
But if it’s Nor enacting revenge and not caring about money…
"My lords," Caff, the lead guitarist, said, his voice infused with sadness. He bowed deeply to them. "I am terribly sorry for what happened here tonight. We will do anything we can to help."
Huh? Help from the band? How about a song? Maybe
that would make us feel better.
I saw about a dozen or so men dressed all in black far in the back. They were running, carrying bodies between them. I called out, but I'm afraid that even with the microphones, my voice got lost in the uproar
A
dozen? Wow! That’s a lot. This sounds like a well-organized, well-planned attack.
Since all of the vehicles on the planet had switched to hovercraft technology over two centuries prior, there would be no tracks to follow.
Okay, 2 centuries of such advanced technology and women are still chattel? This is one backwards planet.
"Is...is there anything that the gang and I can do? Anything else at all?" Caff looked as heartbroken as Kal felt.
Jor-El shook his head thoughtfully. "At the moment, no."
"We can get the word spread around," Caff said with a shrug…
"We'll keep it in mind," Kal promised, forcing a smile onto his lips. "Thank you again."
"Our pleasure, my lord," the guitarist assured him.
The group turned and took their leave.
Nothing against your favorite band, DC, but HOW many times do they have to say LEAVE US ALONE to mourn before it sinks in?
"I said let's reconvene at the palace," Jor-El said gently. "There's no more that we can do here."
Kal shook his head. "No."
Oh, no, his stubborn Clark side is starting to emerge.
Jor-El frowned. "I can't allow that."
"But..."
"Kal, no. We don't know who else might still be in the area looking to snatch you away as well. I won't risk it. I can't." His voice was desperate, terrified.
"I'll be fine," the prince began to protest. "There's a ton of security guards here."
"No." The Supreme Lord's tone brooked no argument.
Thank you for giving Jor-El the backbone to stand up to his son and say the right thing here. He’s absolutely right. Kal’s being pigheaded and selfish (for a change).
Kal knew his father well enough. Arguing would be a fruitless venture. Nothing would change his father's mind. He hated when Jor-El so stubbornly made up his mind.
Like father, like son.
"I'll report back as soon as I have more information," Bilan swore.
So, we’ll never hear from Bilan again either?
Kal trusted them completely. And yet, he would have given anything to be with them, helping. He felt utterly useless, knowing that he was headed back to the palace to await further word. He knew that the waiting would be one of the hardest things that he would ever have to do.
Yep, it sucks being left behind. It would have been better to be abducted. Oh, wait…
The twin moons had long since set.
So, unlike on Earth, the moons set at night?
To the side, Ruce sat slumped in an oversized armchair. The red crushed velvet seemed to swallow up even his muscular form. His eyes were riveted to the deep red carpet on the floor. His right hand stroked and rubbed his chin without pause.
He’s stroking that evil beard he shaved off and wished he hadn’t for occasions like this.
He looked every bit as terrified as Kal felt.
Terrified? Why would Ruce be terrified? Was he a suspect? Was that what was terrifying him? Did he realize that he’d never be as popular as Kal and his family? Is
that what terrified him?