Chapter Four
A/N: It's been a while. I have really no excuse, except for the fact that school's been hectic and, oh yeah (!) I have a life. I'm hoping to do some catch up over the summer holidays, but since I'll be working two jobs (one F/T and one P/T) don't expect updates like last summers!
But still, I feel bad, so tonight I am submitting not just one chapter, but 3! That's right! It's a three part update: I'm finishing off the Halloween ep and putting up the teaser for the next episode! Forgive me, please:0)
Clark spotted the familiar blonde head in the hallway at school and broke into a run, hoping to corner Chloe and find out what was going on before classes started for the day. He'd left the mansion in quite a hurry the night before, freaked out about Chloe and Lucas's behaviour, and terrified that Serena would hypnotize him too and then no one would know what she was up to. There was no doubt in his mind that Chloe and Lucas were under some kind of spell, but he still wasn't sure what kind of effect powers like that would have on him…he didn't want to find out.
"Chloe!" he yelled, barreling down the hallway and almost flattening a pair of sophomore girls. "Sorry!" he called back at them and reached Chloe's locker, where she snapped her lock shut and looked up at him in concern.
"What's wrong Clark?" her eyes scanned him over skeptically.
"That's such an interesting question," Clark muttered. "Chloe, about Serena-"
"Who?"
"Anna," Clark corrected.
"Okay," she frowned. "What about her?"
"Do you remember going to Boston?" Clark asked her. Chloe looked back at him like he was crazy.
"Clark I've never been to Boston," she told him.
"No, Chloe we were there two days ago," Clark insisted, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a nearby empty classroom, closing the door behind them.
"What?" she laughed, clearly thinking that he was just messing around with her. He was a little annoyed that she didn't seem to know him better; he would never try that, especially with her. "Clark that's crazy."
"No Chloe," he grabbed both of her shoulders, his large hands completely encompassing her upper arms. "Two days ago you, and me, and Lucas flew to Boston and then took a car to Salem, Massachusetts. Don't you remember?"
"Clark I've never been to Boston," she told him again, now beginning to look like she thought he was crazy.
"No Chloe, it happened," he insisted, sounding a little desperate. If she didn't believe him, if he were in this alone, he didn't know what he'd do. "Two days ago we met a girl named Clarissa in Salem. She gave us a trunk full of evidence that Anna Anderson is really Serena Gilmore. You and Lucas went to confront Ser-- Anna about it yesterday, but by the time that I got there…you didn't remember anything."
"Clark that's crazy—"
"No Chloe, it's the truth!" he cried.
"I've never been to Boston, Clark," she cried back, shaking his hands off. "I've never been to Salem either."
"We were there two days ago—"
"No we weren't!" Chloe snapped. "Two days ago I was…"
Clark's eyebrows rose suddenly; Chloe was frowning now, trying to remember. "Where?" he demanded eagerly, grabbing her hand. "Where were you two days ago?"
"School, I guess—"
"No, Chloe," he shook his head. "You weren't at school yesterday or the day before. Ask your teachers, ask Cooper…you weren't here. You were with me and Lucas."
"Clark," she got the familiar, wall-of-weird look. "I don't remember ever going to Boston. Why were we there in the first place? Why would we fly half way across the country?"
"Because we found information that Anna is really a girl named Serena Gilmore, and that she was arrested for drugging a guy named Trent Ford," he hoped that it would jog her memory a bit. "Ford suddenly killed himself and Serena disappeared…then she turned up in Metropolis as Anna Anderson and did something to make Lex marry her. Chloe do you remember anything about this? About Anna?"
Chloe shook her head and looked panicked. "I— I remember meeting Anna and Lex in the coatroom on Halloween, and…now they're getting married?" she rubbed a hand against her temple, looking terrified at the idea of not remembering. "I hadn't really thought of it…I don't really remember what happened since Halloween. It's sort of…fuzzy, I guess. Like a dream you don't quite remember… Did she do this? Is she a meteor freak?"
Clark shook his head. "No Chloe," he made his face as serious as possible…so she would believe him. "She's a witch."
"What?" Chloe coughed. "Anna's a witch—"
Clark watched in shock as Chloe's words cut off mid-sentence, her mouth freezing momentarily and her eyes glazing over. Her normally green irises flashed a dark gray and she shook her head. "Sorry, what?"
"What?" Clark managed. Chloe's brow wrinkled and she looked at his hand on hers.
"What were we talking about?" she looked around the room; a little confused, and then turned back to him. He didn't answer. "Clark?"
The first bell rang and students began to stream into the classroom. Chloe shrugged and checked her watch. "We'll have to finish later okay?" she told him with a sympathetic smile. "I can't be late for Bio again."
Clark nodded dumbly. Chloe pulled her hand away and gave him a small wave. "See you later?" she asked, seemingly concerned about his weird lack of response.
"Yeah," he nodded and plastered on his patented never-fail-phony smile. "Later."
"Okay, bye," she called over her shoulder, hurrying out of the class and down the hall. Clark sighed. Not again.
Clarissa pulled the front door open with a sigh and looked up at the boy in front of her, a deep scowl marring her face. "Now what?" she rolled her eyes, leaving the door open for him to follow her and sank back down onto her couch. The boy hesitated in the doorway but eventually slipped inside the house and closed the door behind him. He didn't join her on the couch, but rather gave her a nervous, half-smile, that still managed to bring out his adorable dimples.
"Well…"
Clarissa took note of the worried look on his face, and the absence of the blonde girl and the other guy… she snorted unsympathetically. "Well, I did warn you didn't I?" she shrugged. His face fell and he crossed the room with two long strides, sinking into the easy chair across from her.
"She did something to them…a spell or something," he shook his head and looked so hopeless that Clarissa actually felt a small swell of pity for the poor toothpaste model. "I tried to make Chloe remember, but as soon as she was beginning to believe me…"
"Poof?" she added helpfully. He nodded. "What's your name again?"
"Clark Kent," he replied easily, seemingly not at all concerned that she could use any personal information to harm him. So trusting…it was kind of sweet. The world would eat him alive.
"Where are you from, Clark?"
This time he hesitated slightly. "Smallville, Kansas," he told her anyways.
"Well Clark Kent," she leaned forward and grabbed a pack of cigarettes off of the coffee table, lighting one and taking a quick drag before turning back to him. "I really suggest that you head on back to Kansas. If Serena's got all of your friends convinced that this is a good thing, then maybe you should just accept it."
"What?" his ultra-friendly demeanor dropped and a dumbstruck glaze came over his face. "You can't be serious? She's insane—"
"She's not hurting anyone Clark," Clarissa took another deep drag of her smoke and tapped the excess ash into a green glass ashtray. "And as long as she keeps getting her way, she probably never will hurt them."
"She's brainwashing them!" he insisted, raising to his feet and glaring down at her in disbelief. "Forcing them to do and think things that they never would of their own free will! It's a violation…it's just wrong!"
"But they're happy though, aren't they?" Clarissa stabbed the cigarette roughly into the glass, extinguishing the flame, and looked up at him pointedly. "Aren't they completely content and unaware of the situation? She's getting what she wants and making them believe that they're getting a happy family. That's not the worse thing I've ever heard—"
"She's lying to them, to all of them," Clark cut her off. "It's a lie, all of it. They aren't really happy—"
"Have you never told a lie Clark?" she rolled her eyes and lit another cigarette. Clark averted his eyes and she knew that he was indeed guilty. "Oh, so you're not just a liar, you're a hypocrite too?"
"There is a difference between lying to protect someone and lying to push your own agendas," he insisted, intense belief written all over his face.
"Oh really?"
"Yes," he nodded adamantly and sat back down in the chair, his eyes locked on her face and a sudden grin of realization stretching across his lips. "Like right now for instance…you're lying to me right now."
"Am I?" she took another drag.
"You're telling me to just drop it, just let her get away with this," Clark pointed out. "You're sitting there, right now, telling me that it's really not so bad letting her mess with people's minds like that. But just two days ago, you were sitting there warning us to stay away from her, that she was dangerous, and that we would get hurt."
"So I changed my mind," she shrugged. The cigarette wobbled a bit in her fingers as she stared back at him, her confidence not as high as it was a minute ago.
"Or you're lying to me now because you know just how far she would go to make sure that I don't stop her," Clark held her gaze assuredly. Clarissa steeled her expression and took one last drag from her cigarette, smothering it out on the glass beside the other one.
"Look kid," she rose to her feet and strode purposefully over to the door, twisting the old metal knob and pulling it open. "I told you last time you were here that I'd given you everything that I could to help you. That's it. If you can't use what you already have then you're out of luck."
"But I don't know what that stuff is, or what it's for," Clark protested, jumping to his feet. He wasn't stupid enough to get close enough to the door that she could push him out.
"Sorry—"
"No, there has to be a…a spell or something," he gritted his teeth at her attitude. "I'll perform it and everything…you just have to tell me what to do."
"Look," Clarissa told him honestly, still holding the door open. "I'm gonna be honest with you, okay? I finally got her out of my life, and I don't want her back in it again."
"So what? Now she's someone else's problem?" he shook his head in disbelief. "You don't care if she ruins countless lives as long as she stays out of yours?"
"You have no idea what she did to my life," Clarissa cried back forcefully, the familiar feeling of white-hot rage sweeping over her body. Her free hand crackled with tiny electric currents of magical energy, purple and black and shocking. He saw it too, and his eyes widened more as her hair began to blow softly in the currents. "I will not give her the opportunity to do that to me again, do you understand?"
He nodded shortly. "I'm not asking you to stop her Clarissa," he insisted with such an honest expression that she couldn't help but believe him. "But I need you to help me, tell me how to stop her. The wedding is on Saturday; I'm running out of time. You said that she wreaked havoc with your life? Then help me stop her, and make sure that she can't do it to anyone else."
Clarissa stared back at him shakily, the electric currents fading away until they were nothing more that the after effects of static electricity. She gazed deeply into his clear blue eyes, reading…
She closed the door.
Clark watched grimly as all around the table people took turns tapping their glasses with their forks and making short, sweet speeches about the true meaning of love and finding your soul mate. Normally he wasn't a grinch about the subject of love, heck he'd found himself head over heels for more than one of his good friends in the past, but this was getting nauseating. That night when he tugged uncomfortably at his tie, it wasn't the usual this-stupid-thing-is-choking-me-where-the-heck-is-my-flannel. It was, oh-my-god-I-think-I-might-pass-out-if-one-more-person-drones-on-about-this-freakish-unholy-union.
Everything about the rehearsal dinner was so unusual that he had trouble believing that no one else was seeing that something wasn't right here. Unlike most of Lex's wedding parties, there were only four people in this one: Lex, She-Devil, Chloe and Lucas. Clark had agreed to be an usher, though he thought that it was a little unfair of Lex to expect him to actually seat all of the two hundred guests that had actually managed to make it on such short notice…if the wedding succeeded anyways. He looked pointedly across the table at Cooper, who was sitting beside Chloe, looking up at her as she gave an enthusiastic speech about how wonderful it was that Lex and Anna had found each other, and how their love had brought them all closer together…
Both Clark and Cooper looked down to hide their rolling eyes when Chloe turned a beaming smile at Lucas and began talking about how excited they were about their roles in the upcoming nuptials. The worst part wasn't the fact that Lucas nodded in agreement and jumped to his feet to give a speech of his own, and it wasn't the fact that Lex was looking happier than Clark had seen him since his last weddings; it was the fact that Chloe honestly seemed to believe every word that came out of her pink and polished mouth. It broke his heart to see her so happy over this, because the only thing that could make her smile like that lately was magic.
Thankfully, Cooper wasn't under Anna's spell; he'd never actually spoken to her before the dinner. Clark had cornered him in the Torch office earlier that day and explained the whole situation to him, and had happily discovered that Cooper was pretty much up on the entire situation, up until Boston anyways. Apparently Clark hadn't been the only one concerned about Chloe's about face when it came to Anna. He caught Clark's eye again and a silent agreement passed across the table: they had to stop this. Clark wasn't crazy about Cooper and Chloe's developing relationship, but he was willing to ignore that for now, as long as Cooper was helping him with the Anna situation.
Clarissa had provided Clark with a spell that she thought would reverse the mind-wonky that she'd put on Chloe and the Luthors…hopefully. Clark was a little nervous about it though, because it was in a language he'd never heard of before, and some of the ingredients…
They had most of it assembled already, but he still needed to get one of the supplies later that night. The spell was ridiculously tricky, and more than once Clark had pondered the possibility that Clarissa was just messing with him; but he had no other choice. The spell called for "four slivers of oak, cut with a silver knife during the newest seconds of a new day", and the spell itself had to be cast when "the day reaches it's peak and the decline begins"; he was cutting the wood at midnight, and they were casting the spell at noon the next day, one hour before the ceremony was set to begin.
The dinner was over now and the dozen or so people around the table stood and began to mingle with each other. Clark leaned against a wall and sipped on his drink, watching the others. Lucas and Lex made their way to the bar together, laughing jovially about something. Lex said something and took a sip of champagne, and Lucas slung his arm around his brothers' shoulder and they both walked off towards a couple of the Luthor Corp board members. Chloe and Anna were standing next to a large floral display chatting eagerly with the lady (and Clark used the term very loosely) that Lucas had brought with him.
Clark stared down at his shoes, wondering if exposing Anna was the right thing to do; they were all so happy right now. When the truth came out Lex would loose the brother that he'd always wanted, and Lucas would turn back into…well, Lucas. Chloe would stop smiling again, and she would go back to just existing in the world that she used to thrive in. Clark didn't know if he wanted to be the one to take that away from them.
Chloe smoothed down the silk of her dress and knocked purposefully on the large double doors in front of her. "Come in," Lex's voice called through the thick wood. Chloe slipped into the room quickly, careful not to close her dress or the ribbons from her bouquet in the doors behind her. "Chloe," Lex greeted her with a small smile.
"Hey," she smiled back. "Anna sent me to make sure that you put on the right tie. I tried to tell her that if anyone can tell the difference between purple, and lighter purple, it would be you, but…well she wanted to be sure."
He smiled and held up the purple tie that matched her dress. "This one right?" Chloe nodded and sat on the edge of the large dresser, careful not to wrinkle her dress. He turned towards the full-length mirror and began to mechanically tie his tie, his movements precise and practiced. Chloe watched his hands in the reflection.
"I've been trying to think of a name for the Anna chapter in your book," she kicked her feet back and forth, the heels bumping against the wood of the dresser in a rhythmic pattern.
"If you pick "Third Time's the Charm" you can leave right now," he told her with a small amused grin.
"No," she shook her head and smiled back. "I was thinking just Anna; short and sweet. It sums it all up pretty good I think."
Lex shrugged and caught her eyes in the mirror. "Whatever you want," he conceded, tilting his head now to make sure that his tie was perfectly straight. "I trust you."
He said it so absentmindedly that she couldn't help but grin, realizing that he'd never said those words to her before; he'd probably only ever said them to a handful of people in his whole life. She jumped off of the dresser and crossed the room over to him quickly, throwing her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly before he knew what hit him. Lex laughed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her back.
"I can't believe you're getting married," she squealed uncharacteristically. "It's so strange to think of you being all settled down. Two weeks ago you were overworked and had the weight of the entire world on you. And now…I didn't think I'd ever see you so happy."
She felt him smile into her shoulder and let her arms drop from around him. They both pulled away and she beamed up at him, full of a feeling that she'd never felt before. She couldn't even describe it…but it felt like pride. It felt like a girl who was happy for her brother, like she knew that he did well for himself.
There was another knock on the door. Chloe frowned and hurried over to open the door a crack and peek out into the hallway. As soon as she realized that it wasn't Anna (that was bad luck, not that they needed it) she opened the door wide to admit Lucas. "Is it the purple one or the other purple one?" Lucas asked them, holding up two ties. Chloe rolled her eyes and pointed to the proper tie. "Thanks," Lucas muttered and flung the rejected tie over her shoulder.
Chloe sighed and folded the tie up nicely, setting it on Lex's dresser; he'd probably need another purple tie at some point. "This is the gayest colour in the world," Lucas sighed pitifully at his reflection and sloppily tied his tie. He frowned at himself and then retied it, three times, until it was as straight as Lex's.
"And yet it suits you," Chloe piped in with a snarky smirk. He gave her the finger.
Clark took a deep breath and peeked around the corner of the hallway he was currently hiding in. He stared hard through the doors to Anna's room, his x-ray vision activating; she was alone. Chloe had left the room twenty minutes ago, and a quick glance down the hallway confirmed that she and Lucas were with Lex in his room. He checked his watch to make sure that it was time to move: 11:50. Perfect.
Clark moved as stealthily as he could down the hallway, not wanting to alert anyone else in the house. He knocked on Anna's door (he did have manners after all, and thought it would be rude to burst in and catch her changing). "Come in…unless you're Lex," she called through the door. "He can't come in!"
Clark pushed the door open and slipped into the room, locking the handle behind him quickly so she couldn't see. Anna looked up at him in surprise, but quickly covered it up with a sweet smile. "Hello Clark," she greeted.
"Hi," he nodded. "Serena."
He'd expected her to at least try to pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about, try to deny it or something. Instead she merely dropped the brush in her hand and stood up. He took an involuntary step backwards as she approached him, even though he knew that she probably didn't know how to really hurt him.
"You don't seem too surprised," Clark noted, trying to keep the stammer out of his voice. "Guilty conscience?"
"You wish," she rolled her eyes. He noted that they were a beautiful green colour, almost hypnotic actually. "Truth is that I already suspected that you knew too, ever since Chloe and Lucas tried to confront me."
"You didn't seem too worried though."
"Why?" she shrugged and smiled superiorly at him. "Look at how easy it was to take care of them. Invulnerability has an intoxicating effect Clark."
"Well I wouldn't know," he lied, now standing his ground and stopping his retreat. Her eyes weren't that great anyways.
"Sure," she shrugged again. "Now what are we going to do about this Clark? I can't have you running around trying to tell everyone my secret…not that it'll do you much good. I assume that you've tried to convince Chloe already. Did it work?"
"You know that it didn't," Clark glared back at her. "Your spell made her forget everything all over again."
"Yeah, I figured that whoever had tipped her off in the first place would try to do it again," she told him nonchalantly. "So I just altered the spell for her and Lucas, just enough so that they wouldn't remember."
"You say that like you think it's okay," Clark spat. "It's not right to just go around playing with people's minds like they're…toys or something."
"They are just toys Clark," she told him sincerely. He felt chilled to the bone. "Lex, Chloe, Lucas…all of them. Besides, it's not like they're unhappy."
"They would be if they knew what you were doing to them," Clark insisted. "If Lex knew why he was really marrying you…if he knew about Trent Ford…"
"You've been doing your homework," she rolled her eyes. "That's good Clark. A growing boy needs to exercise his mind as well as his body— we wouldn't want you to just stand there and look pretty all of the time."
"This has to end," Clark ignored her snub and took a couple of steps towards her, until he was right in front of her and towering. "Right now. If you would just lift the spells now on your own that would be great."
"And if I don't?"
The grandfather clock in the foyer began to ring, echoing throughout the mansion. Twelve o'clock. Clark tensed and reached a hand into his pocket, extracting a small jar of various crushed up ingredients. Serena frowned at the jar.
"Oh, we're doing this?" she sighed. He pulled the lid off of the jar violently and paused, struggling to remember the passage he was supposed to recite. Clarissa had written in down for him, but that didn't mean that he could actually understand or remember it.
"In corpus vitae…"
Serena began to mutter something under her breath, and even though Clark kept up his speech, he knew it was a spell. And he knew that he never had a chance at this. "…dora espiratae…" he continued.
She smirked at him and cried out, her hand darting in his direction. She had retreated several feet but somehow the jar he held in his hand shattered as if she'd knocked it out of his hand, and the contents fell to the ground and scattered. He continued his speech just in case; maybe the ingredients didn't need to be in his hand, as long as they were close by.
She cried out again and a burst of red light erupted from her hand, knocking him painfully in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him momentarily. "Had to stop you Clark," she looked mildly surprised that he hadn't keeled over from the blow. "Your Latin sucks."
Clark didn't get a chance to reply. She strode over to him quickly and grabbed his tie in her hand, turning his head up and catching his gaze. Clark watched amazedly as her eyes grew cloudy, the green gradually turning to a dark, murky gray. In the back of his mind he felt a strange sensation, almost like a mental tug, but he ignored it. His eyes began to burn from staring and he blinked quickly. It was enough though; she released him and her eyes quickly cleared back to the pretty green that they were before.
This time she looked openly surprised that her tricks hadn't worked. He assumed that it had never happened to her before. "Nice trick," Clark smirked back at her, having caught his breath again. "My turn?"
"No," she shook her head. This time when the red light hit him, it hurt; cutting through his body like electricity. The hairs on his arms stood up as she hit him and he figured that it must be an electrical current. Despite his usual strength and abilities, he felt himself being affected by the current. Clark's legs gave out first and he fell to his knees momentarily, before those too couldn't support him and he crashed to the floor, writhing in silent pain.
He briefly registered the pain stopping and lay gasping for air on the floor. "Sorry Clark," her voice was dim in his ear and he had to blink several times to make out the sight of her standing above him. "But I can't let you ruin this for me."
He tried to reply, but she hit him again, this time a blunt pain registered in the general area of his left temple. Then Clark's world went black.
Chloe shifted the lovely bouquet into her left hand and stared at the couple in front of her with rapt attention. The minister finished his spiel about the sanctity of marriage and asked the question. "If there is anyone here that objects to this union let them speak now, or forever hold their peace."
No one answered and Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. She'd been a little concerned ever since Clark had failed to show up…not that she thought he had any real objections. Rather she just had the familiar feeling that something was going on. The minister continued and she couldn't help but grin at the happy look on Lex's face. Lucas caught her eye; he was listening intently to the minister, his hand twitching minutely towards his pants pocket, ready to grab the ring he was holding. It was cute.
Her mind must have been wandering, because the next thing she knew, Anna was repeating her vows after the minister. Chloe watched her carefully. She looked tired, drained almost. 'Probably couldn't sleep last night,' she thought.
"Lex," the minister continued. "Do you take this woman to be—" the minister paused, staring at something down the aisle, behind the couple. Chloe felt her stomach drop and she followed his gaze, as did everyone else.
Clark stood half way down the aisle, his suit jacket ripped in several spots and his hair completely disheveled. Beside him was a young woman, wearing jeans and a U Mass t-shirt. Chloe blinked at the woman, feeling a sudden sense of déjà vu.
"Clark," she managed to get out, concern for her friend taking precedence over even the ceremony. She took a couple of steps towards him. "What happened?"
Before Clark could answer her, Chloe felt someone shove her from behind. She let out a yelp of surprise and stumbled, dropping her bouquet. Lucas grabbed her arm to steady her and they stared in shock at Anna, who had pushed Chloe roughly out of the way to get a better view down the aisle towards Clark and the strange woman. The stranger raised a hand high into the air, her fist clutched tightly around what looked like a piece of tree bark, and the air suddenly felt electrically charged. "I was so upset at not being invited," the girl smirked directly at Anna. "I just had to stop by. Reverso!" she cried forcefully, bolts of red lightening shooting out of her closed fist and charging straight towards Chloe, Lucas and Lex.
Chloe had only enough time to cry out before the lightening hit her. An intense shock passed over her body momentarily, and then suddenly her head was flooded with…memories. In the space of about five seconds Chloe remembered Boston…Amy…Clarissa…Trent Ford…Serena Gilmore. Familiar feelings of intense dislike returned too.
"She's a witch!" both her and Lucas yelled out at the same time, both of them pointing to Anna—Serena. Clark sighed in what looked like relief.
"W-what?" Lex stammered uncharacteristically and looked at Anna in confusion.
Anna ignored him and charged down the aisle at Clarissa with an angered cry. Anna raised a hand and threw what looked suspiciously like a fireball at Clarissa. Chaos erupted, the guests shrieked simultaneously and scrambled out of their chairs, hurrying away from the aisle, and Serena and Clarissa continued to hit each other with various spells. Chloe, Lucas, Lex and Clark stood still as statues, watching with complete shock, and the minister and the other guests fled from the garden.
Another fireball hit Clarissa, and this time she cried out in pain. That seemed to jumpstart Clark, and he hurried over to help. He didn't get far; Serena spun around and shot a current of energy at him, causing him to double over in pain, before turning back to Clarissa.
Chloe shook Lucas's hand off of her arm, where it had been resting unnoticed since she'd stumbled. She'd had enough of this.
Lex was watching the scene so intently that he didn't even react when she pushed him out of her way and hurried over to the rows of chairs. She grabbed one of the white wooden chairs and picked it up by the leg, collapsing it.
Chloe strode determinedly over to stand behind Serena. "Hey!" she yelled. Serena spun around quickly to look at Chloe. Chloe swung the chair up and hit her over the head before she could make a move to stop her.
They all watched Serena's body crumple to the ground like a rag doll, her eyes closing. Knocked out.
Chloe dropped the chair onto the grass and used a hand to push the stray hairs out of her forehead. "Bitch."
TBC…
