I'm the kind of girl (but right at moment I'm half girl half Brainiac) that will tell you to back off if you're too close but this time it was different, oh-so different.
He was under my skin and all the way throughout me and it was quite clear that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
'Chloe Sullivan, you'll be the witness to the end of the House of El, after all your hands will be stained with his blood and so many more.'
He was beginning to settle into my skin until soon it would be totally his and no longer mine.
Oh god, where is my Superman when I need him?
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I feel my lips move along with the rest of me but as hard as I try, he's still in full control of every single part of me.
All I can do is sit and watch as his words bite and he keeps destroying everyone and everything I love.
(and I said my life sucked last week)
I could feel the strength, his strength that seems to be all that he is made up of, knowledge and strength, two things that always bring ruin, just look at Lex freaking Luther.
'don't fret Chlo, at lest you survived and now that is something isn't it?'
(all the son of a bitches thought at him, wear me out even if I'm not even saying them just forever thinking them)
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It felt like I was being ripped to pieces (but let us hope it hurt a whole lot more for him) not just my body but my mind was being pulled apart one cell at a time.
'Goodbye, for forever, you son of a bitch. Hope you fry in computer hell'
"Chloe, are you okay?"
"I'm fine Clark, I'm fine."
(hell I was, who in their right mind would be 'fine' after all that shit? Certainly not me.)
