When Peter met Clark Chapter 10: Foreshadowing, a spider-man fanfic

Author's Note: WARNING!!! WARNING!!! This is not a drill!!! Spiderbob is experiencing high levels of stress and rage. The following sentences have been censored with the symbol ! so the viewers will not be hurt by his wrath. After the censoring, Spiderbob will speak. Again, please note the warning and have a good day.

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Okay, I feel a little better now. Incase you're all wondering the reason for the censoring of the multiple lines of cursing is because of the Chiefs perfect 9-0 record being decimated by the Bengals! THE BENGALS!!!! I mean, WTF!!!! And what really #$!!#@ me off was that we beat ourselves!!! We played like shit!!! ARGH!!!!

And if I receive one review making fun of this or insulting this fact, JUST ONE, I swear I'll delete this entire story. And don't think I won't!!!! I'm dead serious!!! JUST ONE!!! God Almighty this makes me mad!!!!!! THE BENGALS!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!

Okay, now for the story. I'll curse in my own free time. Glad you liked the mysterious foe. I've already given hints to her powers, but a bigger one will be given in this chapter. Lex and his father will appear later on, as will Lana and Pete. This chapter is going to be short because of the mood I'm in. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: If you don't know by now that I don't own these characters or making money off of this story then I'll hit you in the head with this bat.

She smiled to herself as her gloved hands through the roses in her garden. She stopped and stared at the field of flowers before her. How long had it been? Several weeks now at least, and it was showing. The days at the hospital had diverted her attention away from her garden, the same field of blooming flowers that her mother gave to her as a birthday present to take care of. In fact, it was her mother that first taught her how to nurture it. Her favorite of the flowers were the roses. Its thorny stems forced her to touch them with caution and care but the beauty of the plants was worth it. It was her mother's favorite flower too.

She continued to pull the seemingly infinite number of weeds that infested her pride and joy. Too long had she been kept from tending to her garden. She did not know how much time had passed while she fixed her garden, nor did she care. She was caught up in the pure joy of her hobby. Finally, the weeds had been removed. She placed their remains in a trash bag and carried the bag off to the trashcans.

She headed back to the garden, feeling a little weak and woozy. She ignored these feelings and returned to her work, though she did not call it that. She removed her gloves. She wanted to remember what it felt like to run her hands over her greatest possessions. She wanted to feel them again, to once again intertwine with their beauty. She placed her fingers gently on the bud of the roses, slowly moving from rose to rose. Captivated by the joy of being able to interact in her hobby once more, she failed to realize that the small burning pain in her stomach was slowly fading away. In fact, so was her weakness and wooziness. She did not notice that the pain was being replaced with and increasing level of wholeness and calm.

"Dinner is ready!" called her dad from the front porch. She diverted her eyes from her flowers and picked herself up. She began to clean herself off as she headed into the house to eat.

She would not realize it for several more hours, and when she does she will not know the cause of it. It would remain to sadden her and puzzle her for some time. But as she left her garden to go eat, the roses that she had been touching, slowly started to wilt. With in a matter of seconds, they had almost completely decayed. The rotting remains of the flowers surrounded their brown and lifeless stems, never again to grow and bloom.

Alright, I want to know what you guys think the power is. Also, I will be taking a vote. Your votes only count if they're in your review for this chapter. I want to know who wants Chloe to live and who wants her to die. I also want to know who wants her to be with Peter and who wants them to remain only friends and nothing else.

Thank you.