"Give me one reason, one solid reason not kill you right here and now, Miss Sullivan."

The blade was ready to slice me into ribbons (one little twisted second at a time) rip into my flesh with a smirking smile (from the one and only truly soul-less man Lex Luther).

How did I Miss (and soon maybe Mrs. you never know) Chloe Sullivan A.K.A Watchtower end up in the clutches of Lex Luther?

Well that's because I'm me and it's just another day in the life of the side-kick.

"Wait! I-I saved your life."

Saying those words 'saved your life' almost made my breakfast (eggs and buttered-toast) come back to say hello to my hostage-taker because the fact that I saved his life meant I let him live on to bring doom and terror upon all of our heads and the unprepared world.

The breath that I held released as soon as the blade slipped from his limb fingers and fall to the floor (the same time as my heart sank back down from my throat) along with him as his knees gave way.

"That was you?"

Without realizing it my finger tips (bad finger tips, bad) began to trace the place where the bullet hole had been, shining and round but all it was now was smooth skin with not one bit of evidence that he had been shot.

My hand shot back as soon I saw what I was doing and before he could grab it, take it in his own (greedy, evil, should be as black as his soul) hands.

"Sorry, sadly yes it was me, Miss Queen Freak. As you certainly know, I was almost in your little collection, Lex."

My words came out strong and witty (the computer and its many keys along with my strong worded snark was all that I had and maybe all that I would be) but they came before my brain could edit them and this time it might be the death of me.

My heart (the thing that pumps my blood and has stopped on more then one occasion) froze as his hands, tainted with so much blood and his lips smothered with millions of lies locked on to mine (that were untouched, untainted until he contaminated them just like everyone he touched).

"And you can still be the biggest prize in my little collection, Chloe."

The hands, my dirty little hands that had almost given into him, pushed him away (push, push, push him back to his own dark side) just around the time my savior came rushing in and my defiant eyes feel on the soul-less and smirking face.

"Lex that will never happen, I'm not going to be your next Lana, never."

"Miss Sullivan, we'll see about that, we'll see."