Long Shot
By Goodbye Caroline
Please take note: Most everything, aside from plots and dialogue, does not belong to me. Please enjoy. -Caroline
Author's Note: This is a story that is mostly about Kitty (Katherine) and Lex Luthor. It explores both the complexity of their relationship and the future of both characters post SR. Mostly focuses on Kitty and is often told from her point of view. Enjoy.
--Chapter One--
She had to do it. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't. It was so easy. There they were, those damn crystals, just sitting there on her lap. A simple flick of the wrist was all that was needed to end the cause of so much suffering, and horrors she knew where going to come. It would have been harder not to get rid of them. Sure, he'd be angry. But when wasn't he angry? Besides, she'd rather be stuck on some island than know that she could have saved so many lives and chose not to. At least she had the dog to keep her company…and Lex too.
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She flinched as Lex bellowed once more out to the distant horizon. Her eyes longingly followed the last coconut that had been thrust out into the cool blue waters.
"What will we eat?" she asked. Secretly hoping he would procure some type of food from his pocket for her to eat.
As he turned towards her, his eyes were fixed on the dog resting in her arms. She clenched the dog tighter in response to his silent proposition.
"Well…" He began.
"No." she said sternly.
"Kitty," He said in terrifying calmness, "Give me the dog."
She stood up and started to back away from him. "No Lex. We're not eating the dog."
"It's you or the dog, Kitty."
Her eyes widened. He can't be serious. He's capable of a lot of bad, but he wouldn't possibly think of eating…her. She held out the dog, which he took in his arms.
"Thank you Kitty." He said as he pet the dog on the head. It yelped. Repulsed, he dropped it in the sand. The dog trotted off into a patch of brush. He looked up at his female companion and smiled.
"I'll get you a better dog after we get back." He offered.
Her lip began to quiver. "If we even get off this island!"
"Don't worry," He said then turned back facing the ocean.
There he was again, lost in his own thoughts. She sometimes wondered what went on in that bald head of his. She mostly figured he was thinking about his next scheme, or Superman. Right now though, at this very moment, she figured he was thinking about their rescue.
She sighed and kicked the sand, sending it flying many feet in front of her. "I don't want another dog, I want mine." She huffed and stomped all the 10 yards back to the helicopter.
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The flickering firelight made everything on the island seem much more mysterious and great. In the dim orange glow, palms became redwoods, the small patch of brush became a dark forest and the small dunes became menacing mountain peaks. Nighttime also made their troubles even more apparent. Lex's hopes of a boat passing by were quickly diminished when night fell. She began to wonder how long it would be until they were to fight for their next meal.
Although she did not look over at him, she could tell by the noises he was making that he was desperately eating his share of dog meat.
"You weren't really going to eat me if I didn't give you the dog, where you?" She asked meekly.
He stopped eating and turned his head in her direction. She was staring blankly out into the seemingly endless darkness outside the ring of firelight.
"Of course not, you're far too skinny."
She looked back at him, horrified. He gestured to her food, "Go on, and eat your food."
She gazed down at the rough, brown meat before her. She placed a small amount in her mouth and began to eat. Lex turned his attention back to his own meal. As she ate in silence, a single tear ran down her face. The rest of the night she mourned for the loss of her small, furry friend. Perhaps, her only friend.
TBC