WORDS!!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!
Anybody ever hear the song "on mercury"? It's pepping me up waaaay too much...
Chapter 21- AttackLois and Kal-El held the kiss for only a few seconds, but to Lois it felt like a lifetime and more. She was repulsed to a point she never thought she could reach, a point that she never wanted to reach again.
You can do this, Lane…just pretend this is Clark you're kissing, not
a psychopathic alien bent on galactic domination...Oh my God I'm
gonna throw up...No! I have to keep my cover! If he finds out who I am,
I'm dead meat… And worse, if he kills me, I'll never get a chance to do this with the
Kal-El was apparently buying the act. For him, the kiss should have gone on for ever. Oh god, imagine if this was actually Lois!
But, even once they broke they kiss, Lois knew that the worst wasn't anywhere near over. She knew perfectly well why she was there, but couldn't even pretend to be happy about it.
Lucy had explained the real plan to Lois when they were driving to the palace. Lucy was a little paranoid, and wanted to make sure they were out of earshot of the sleeping Clark before she gave her the full details, just to be safe. The plan was pretty simple (and, much to Lois' dismay, completely devoid of any heavy weaponry whatsoever) but would take some serious acting skills to pull it off.
Lois would go in, try to postpone doing the nasty with Kal as long as possible, and use the kryptonite torture device that was once in Clark's shoulder to disable Kal-El long enough to give him a 100 Lane certified ass-whooping. How was she going to sneak the kryptonite in, you ask? A little lead here, a little strategic tucking there, and Voilà! Killer hair barrette.
But, for now, Lois was doing her very best to keep her lunch inside her stomach as Kal slowly backed her into a wall, running his hands along her back, tracing his fingers up her spine until he made contact with her jumpsuit's zipper. Lois shivered at his touch…it was a total violation and she wanted nothing more than for him to stop.
Just remember why you're doing this, Lois…the fate of the world depends on you…
He fingered the zipper with one hand, and placed the other on her lower back, a bit too close to a place that Lois wasn't at all comfortable with Kal touching.
Chloe, Mrs. Kent, the entire universe is relying on you…
He tugged the zipper gently, sending its slots apart, inch by agonizing inch, taking his time to savor the moment, to breathe in Lois' essence, to taste every inch of her body... In Kal-El's mind, she was Lois, the Lois he'd fallen in love with so many years ago, the Lois he'd lost, the Lois he wanted more than anything
Do this for Clark, Lois…for Clark…
At last the zipper came free, and Kal slid his hands into the gap it had created, and pulled the fabric off Lois' shoulders. And it didn't stop there.
Please…stop.
An eternity later, Lois was stripped of the only shield she had against Kal's insatiable thirst. But she didn't hold her head down; rather, she looked straight into the emperor's eyes, while her hands, seeming to move of their own volition, reached for the zipper on the emperor's own back, slowly removing his jumpsuit, leaving him in nothing more than a thick silver belt that was wrapped around the emperor's waist. What exactly such a nice belt was doing inside his clothing was something Lois couldn't quite understand. Truthfully, she was more concerned with keeping her eyes off Clark Jr. (Or Kal Jr., really.) than psychoanalyzing Kal-El's dressing habits.
Things started to move faster. Kal had Lois pinned on his bed before she knew what hit her. He pushed his lips against hers, eyes closed and heart pounding through his chest. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman quite this, so much like Lois in every single way.
Lois kept her eyes open the entire time. As much as she tried to convince herself that this man was Clark (albeit a more evil, controlling version of Clark), she couldn't possible enjoy what Kal was doing to her. She needed to end it now.
Then her eyes fell on the belt once more.
It had slid off Kal's waist, and Lois couldn't help but the raw skin peeping out, on Kal-El's side. Her brain cried 'foul play,' and, being naturally nosy, Lois strategically slid her hand onto the belt, and edged it off the raw skin. What she saw sent her stomach into backflips. The wound was about an inch thick, and rather deep from what Lois could tell. It was torn and purple on the inside, and oozed a thick green puss.
Lois grinned. She'd found his weak spot.
She edged away from the belt, and took her hand upward until she reached the nape of her neck. She loosed the miniscule kryptonite capsule from her hair, still in the throws of passion with Kal, and did the only thing she could manage,
She removed the led casing, and shoved the capsule into the wound.
Kal screamed in agony, a primordial scream that seemed to shake the entire building. Lois dug her hand further and further into the hole, her fingers touching Kal-El's very insides, twisting and mutilating the already damaged area.
But, unfortunately for Lois, she didn't weaken Kal quite enough. He grabbed Lois' wrist and, in one motion, threw her across the room, sending her flying into the wall, accompanied by the sickening crack of her bones splitting. Lois trembled, and held up her mangled arm. Her arm was severly damaged, bone splinters sticking out of her lower arm and her hand twisted at an unnatural angle. Her hand was soaked in blood and coated with flesh that was not her own. But there was something noticeably absent that she wanted to make sure Kal-El saw.
The kryptonite was no longer in her hand. Instead, it rested deep in the emperor's side.
Kal's eyes were on fire. He staggered over to Lois, who was smiling like a madman, and used whatever strength he had left in his rapidly deteriorating body to pick Lois up by the neck, and shove her against the wall.
"Fucker!" He growled. But his words fell on deaf ears. Lois was out cold. He dropped her body onto the floor like a rag.
Kal-El watched the girl, lying limp on the floor. She was beautiful, and he wanted her so badly. Every last bit. She was his long lost love, reincarnated.
It was too bad, really, that he would have to kill her.
He raised his hand to deliver the final blow, when a stabbing pain shot through his left side.
But wait…the puncture is on my right side…
He turned his head, and gasped. There, standing in a floral nightgown with a bloody knife at her side was an enraged Lucy Lane Kent.
Kal looked down. Blood was gushing out of the new wound much too fast for his comfort. The pain became too much for him to bear any longer, and he fell into darkness. His body lay crumpled on the floor, next to the very girl he himself had almost destroyed. His carpet was saturated with his blood, spreading in a stream toward Lucy's feet.
Lucy turned her eyes to Lois, naked, bloody, and lying limp on the floor. Sorrow welled up inside of her, knowing full well that such a young girl shouldn't have to be put in this kind of situation. But sorrow was replaced with anger when Lucy heard the emergency sirens go off in the building. Security must have heard Kal's screams. She didn't have much time…she needed to get these two out of the building before she was arrested. But before she went anywhere, she swore under her breath at the wounded emperor before her.
"Rot in hell, scumbag."