Title: Words that Kill
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chloe/Lana
Author: Wizard Inc. (A subsidiary of Virtual Crack Productions)
Author's E-mail: Marvelwizard@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: By a cruel twist of fate I own none of the characters, so
please don't get mad and sue. Got the title from a band called Die Trying.
Author's note: Never done a smallville fic before, mind you I have plenty
o' ideas and stuff,been reading the stuff since the show started, just
never posted a story before. This odd little jem kinda just, thwacked me
tween the eyes, as i was fiddling round in the middle of the night. I know
it is very short but, hey, maybe ill get thwacked harder, if anyone likes
this(hint hint *cough feedback*), and write something longer.
I hate him, he took her from me, so I hate him, stealing my perfect paradise. I used to think that it was all about him, that he was everything, but I was wrong, Lana Lang has stolen my oxygen, made me care so fucking much, it hurts to even look at her sometimes. I tryed so hard to be everything, to make her hate me, but she saw right through me, she knew. Lana the great, I wonder does she know, is that why she cant give herself to him completely, dare I hope. Should I even bother, should I just turn up the radio and drown out heart. I cant stand it anymore, I want to touch her, to taste her, to hold her. He doesnt deserve her, God I fucking hate him.
She is everything I despise, oblivious popularity, sunshine and perfection. Yet she is all my heart desires. All she has to do is look at me, one smile, one look, and all my carfully built walls of richous anger crumble like dust in the wind. She is a conundrum of chaos and order, upesetting the rat race for greater ideals in the prision of high school and the larger scheme of life. But it all comes down to one simple fact, he has her, I want her. God, I fucking hate him.
I hate him, he took her from me, so I hate him, stealing my perfect paradise. I used to think that it was all about him, that he was everything, but I was wrong, Lana Lang has stolen my oxygen, made me care so fucking much, it hurts to even look at her sometimes. I tryed so hard to be everything, to make her hate me, but she saw right through me, she knew. Lana the great, I wonder does she know, is that why she cant give herself to him completely, dare I hope. Should I even bother, should I just turn up the radio and drown out heart. I cant stand it anymore, I want to touch her, to taste her, to hold her. He doesnt deserve her, God I fucking hate him.
She is everything I despise, oblivious popularity, sunshine and perfection. Yet she is all my heart desires. All she has to do is look at me, one smile, one look, and all my carfully built walls of richous anger crumble like dust in the wind. She is a conundrum of chaos and order, upesetting the rat race for greater ideals in the prision of high school and the larger scheme of life. But it all comes down to one simple fact, he has her, I want her. God, I fucking hate him.
