She walks like the night, black & mysterious. Patches of pearl white skin snatch out from bared patches where the length of her dress and jacket dont reach. These are the stars of her night not the jewels she wore earlier, thrust aside as realisation dawned. Used, she had been used and manipulated. The worst thing was she hadnt even noticed. She wasnt just a PR agent to the devil, she had realised belatedly, but an unwilling participant to be cast in the role of Mrs Lionel Luthor II. Life was a bitch. But so was she. Not anymore though, she wouldnt be played but she wouldnt be him. She needed to regroup, rebuild, get back the life she had given up in her thirst for power, respect, recognition. All that she had felt had never been her dominion. Unwittingly she had lost all these. There really was only one person she could turn to who had fought their way out of Lionels grasp & they themselves had been buried much deeper. Lex. She hadnt cut ties entirely with Smallville in the months since her graduation and choice to work for Lionel in lieu of university. She had seen and spoken to both Lana and her father, as well as a brief albeit uncomfortable encounter with Clark. This was not so unexpected however considering everyone had warned her not to accept Lionels offer. Lexs warning being the most frightening and severe, literally backing her into a corner of his large study and growling he forbade it. He had been right, but hed gone about it the wrong way. Telling Chloe shed never get out with her soul was like issuing a challenge. She felt saddened by the little respect she had shown Lexs experience and traumatic history with his father. She was also saddened at the idea she might have lost herself as she once was, her innocence was certainly thoroughly tainted, but surely she was still Chloe, soul intact. As the line on her cell connected to Lex and she simply pleaded, Help me find a way out, his reply, comforted her as though he had physically hugged her. Chloe youre still you, maybe a little broken, but the Chloe I know could find a way out. She replied only with an unsteady breath and sob combined of relief and grief. Im on my way, was the only reply before the line was cut.
