The Choice
"You spent the last month telling me you felt like we were finally meant to be together." Bizarro said, but I almost believed it was Clark. It's not Clark, I told myself, and it could never be Clark. Why did everything he say ring true?
Clark's voice, the REAL Clark cut through my turmoil of a mind. "Don't listen to him, Lana!" he cried, I could tell he was worried, maybe my face was telling him something. If it did, I wish I had a mirror; maybe it would help me make up my mind. I watched Clark and his carbon-copy twin, they both stared at me like I was a bomb, bound to explode. Maybe I was, I felt my warring emotions pulled me in two opposite directions, threatening to rip me apart. Why was I here? Silently, I let their voices pass over me in a lull. I would not let them penetrate my fortress of sanity. Being a Luthor had taught me many things, but the two major things were: never lose your head, and show no mercy. I found the second rule to be of no importance to me, since I no longer was under the thumb of an insane and corrupted husband.
"That's a lie!!" Clark's voice rang out, shaking me from my thoughts. His face was pale, worried.
Bizarro turned to him; his stance was that of an accuser, "You're the one that's lying, Clark!" He shouted, "To yourself, you're so worried about doing the right thing, you don't even see it!" He turned again to me, and his look was that of a tortured animal. "You know he won't commit his life to you like I will." He whispered, and again, as if to assure himself, "You know that."
Did I? Did I know that as well as Bizarro thought I did? In my imagination, I saw the two standing before me. On one side, my sweet, strong farm boy stood. He was the one who held me through all my tears and hard times; he was the one who had saved me time and time again. But did he really put me before everything? Before saving the world? Before his hatred of Lex Luthor? On the other side, stood Bizarro, the one I had fallen in love with all over again, foolishly thinking it was Clark. He had given me the freedom I always wanted, a freedom to hate Lex without bonds. He was the one that had willingly stood by my side, the one that had truly taken all of me as I was.
"He's right." I heard the words pass through my lips. Had I truly said that?
Clark's voice came, trembling. "What?"
Taking a deep breath, I turned to him and continued, my voice growing stronger with each word. "I've never been more in love than I have the past month. Only it wasn't with you." I looked to Bizarro, "It was with him."
Bizarro's face glowed with triumph, and he smirked at Clark, poor Clark, his face was drawn and colorless. "Nothing will ever come between us again." Bizarro said softly, holding his hand out to me. I rolled the Blue Kryptonite in my hand, it was Bizarro's only poison, his only mineral death.
This was my last chance, after this, I could never go back. I closed my eyes, trying so hard to get rid of the feeling of Clark's betrayed eyes boring in to me. I opened my eyes again, and let the Kryptonite slip from between my fingers as I reached for Bizarro's hand.
