The Gunshot
Lana screamed. She had woken up from a nightmare in which she and Clark had been doing. . . things. But that, of course, is not the nightmare-ish part, nor why she screamed. A bullet had been fired. Laced with Kryptonite. The worst part was that Lana knew it was her fault. Had she stayed away from Clark. . . with Lex, maybe. . . had she not caused Lex's suspicions to be aroused and monitor her every move. . . Clark wouldn't have been shot.
Oddly, though, the shot had been very realistic. Almost as if it wasn't a dream. . . .
A short story that I felt like writing at 12:08 on a Sunday morning. Very odd timing, I know. But that is when the inspiration hit. Anyway, REVIEW!! BUT if you flame me, or don't review, I will contact my BF and he'll hurt you with his heat vision. OK?? sigh, only in my dreams is he my BF