All of the calm flew out of me the moment I saw what that imposter had done to her, trying to make her love him and when she didn't he tried to take her away from those who did, and rage was all that was left.
(it engulfed me and it took every last part of my self-control to not go and kill him this very second)
"I will kill him."
As I gasped out those words, the same used but so many times never put into action, I could see myself doing just that and not feeling a single ounce of regret.
(just the feeling of justice I haven't had a lot of these days)
"Clark Kent, no matter how much he hurt me, I know that you could never kill anyone and that's why I love you."
Even if she had an iron grip on my arms, those damn arms that want to crush him like a soda can, she is the last person in the world who could physically keep me from running, but instead she uses words and her piercing eyes.
(it's hard to look at her without seeing the impact his fists had made with her face)
"I want to kill that, bastard, more than anything, Peyton. I would want to kill anyone that hurts you. And I'm just the alien to do it."
Just like that I flew out of her finger tips, catching the look of hurt crossing her face, knowing that if I dared to stay any longer she would keep me here with only a single word.
(and I had a date that would end very badly for any humans involved)
The object of my hate was pinned to the wall of his cell in a matter of seconds, my rage intensifying as I laid my eyes on him, and I had my hands around his throat knowing it would only take one good squeeze.
(enjoying the fear that was coming off him in waves)
"What the hell are you?"
I wanted him to be just as afraid as Peyton had been, regretting the fact that I had come too late to save the day, and the laser eyes of an alien seemed to do the trick.
"I'm your worst nightmare, 'Derek', you hurt the wrong person."
I came back to her once again, ready for the anger to take me over again the moment I saw her face, coming back without 'Derek's' head and hoping that she did not blame me for not being there for her.
(these stupid hands can never take another's life even if they were attached to Lex Luthor)
"I couldn't do it, Peyton, I tried, but it just isn't who I am."
Rather than the disappointment I thought was going to come, so many hated so see their beloved hero fail to protect them, instead from her I only found a warm smile.
"I was counting on that, Kent; I wouldn't love you so damn much if I knew you were capable of such a horrible thing. Now I know for certain you're everything I hoped you would be."