Entranced

Prologue

Kryptonite hurts.

A lot.

Pete and Chloe always tell me that I'm a total wuss when it comes to pain, but they have no idea what this feels like. I bet they wouldn't fare too well either if they were Kryptonians sitting next to a big chunk of the nasty green stuff.

Imagine a million needles dipped in battery acid. Attach them to a live electric generator. Then stick them all over your skin and your insides all at once. And get run over by a tank while you're at it. That should approximate what Kryptonite feels like. So excuse me while I writhe on the floor like a wuss.

Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. After the second meteor shower, my few weeks of living as a normal human taught me a lot about physical pain. But it definitely didn't prepare me for the pain of staring a loved one in the face right before they're about to kill you.

I struggle back to my feet as she steps toward me, glowing green rock in hand. I look her in the eyes, but her face remains impassive. I don't see a trace of the woman I know. The woman I love.

"Clark, you're dangerous. You have to be stopped."

I try to protest, but my neurons are too scrambled by the Kryptonite. So I just stand there wheezing like an idiot.

I hate it when that happens.

Before I know it, her heel connects with my stomach. I go sprawling on the floor, sucking for air like a fish out of water.

Man, that girl has a nasty spin kick. No doubt courtesy of all that martial arts training she did in sophomore year. Damned Lex. I'm normally all for girl power and everything, but I draw the line at getting my butt kicked by my own girlfriend. Maybe we should go to couples therapy or something. Anything's better than this.

I hear the Kryptonite fall to the floor right next to me. I can feel its proximity because the pain in my body just doubled, if such a thing is possible. I hear the scraping of metal against the concrete and my eyes follow the noise. Just great. Now she's got a metal pipe.

She stands over me and raises the pipe above her head. I desperately try to squirm away, but it's no use. The Kryptonite's too close. Although I feel like puking, I manage to look her in her hazel eyes one last time and croak out her name.

"Lana…"

For a moment I see her hesitate, but as soon as I see the flicker of hope, it's gone.

"I'm sorry Clark, but I can't let you leave here alive."

Her gaze never wavers as she starts to swing the pipe downwards toward my head.

This is so not how I envisioned our relationship turning out.

to be continued...

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