I'm BACK!
I apologize for my 3 month vacation from writing. These past few months have not been good to me, and my creative ideas took a back seat for a bit. But I'm back with an update to "eris," because I vowed to finish it when I dove into this fic, and won't go back on my word! Thanks to everyone!
OK, HERE WE GO!
Chp 6a: Blurry
The sun rose over the black skies of Metropolis, with the glow of the streetlights shining an unnatural orange over the otherwise placid scenery of an early weekday morning. Businessmen, clad in fitted black suits and shined leather shoes, were shaken from their grogginess by a sudden wind and a brief glimpse of red and black exploding across the highway. They resumed their journey, more tired than ever, dismissing the apparition as one two many drinks at the company Christmas party the night before. Yet, unknown to them, the figure carried a burden and fear that were more real than the ethereal illusion that surrounded them in the daily business of their lives.
This figure was none other than Clark Kent. Tears stained his cheeks, and blood covered his black clothes, yet the blood was not his own. It belonged to the intrepid reporter lying limp in his arms. I wasn't fast enough. . .Chloe's gonna die. . .and its MY GODDAMN FAULT! Don't think that, Kent, she won't die. . .she can't. . .I won't let her. I'm gonna due whatever I can. . .I just gotta run. . .Keep running, Kent. . .Do that and maybe you can save her. . .
The scene passed in all of a few seconds, but upon Clark's arrival at the Metropolis Medical center, he couldn't help but fall to his knees, as the journey that felt like an eternity came to an end with the sight of his dying friend lying still on the stretcher. "She'll be OK," the doctors kept telling him, but he knew in his heart that he could never forgive himself. . .that he failed her.
