Chapter Two
Davis' face crumpled in desperation as the voided eyes gleamed back at him in exultation.
"Chloe," he whispered. "What happened to you?"
He lifted a shaky hand to her cheek and almost recoiled at its pure lifelessness. Hesitantly touching the cold skin with his fingertips, he realized with utmost certainty that it was not Chloe who was staring back at him. His heart sank and he withdrew his hand.
A rumble in a distant dark corner of Davis' mind began to brew and he felt a darkness begin to slither its way throughout his skin.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Chloe's eerie silver eyes sparkled back at him and she replied, "I am a messenger."
Davis stared hard, trying to push back the waves of rage boiling inside of him as he continued to assess the situation.
"What have you done with Chloe?" he pressed on insistent.
Chloe laughed once, a sharp coarse laugh so unlike her own melodic sound and Davis cringed.
"What have I done you ask? I've done nothing to this body that you did not allow me to do by bringing it here. Any harm done to her is of your own doing, son of Zod."
A pang of guilt and frustration seized Davis' bare chest and he placed a hand over his heart at hearing his own worst fears. He did this, he brought her here, in her wedding dress……from her wedding, he finally realized with certainty as the swirling memories of screams and darkness formed into a picture so perfectly clear.
He fell to his knees in horror and started to retch as he recalled placing Chloe's limp body down on a bed of ice and watching through his own warped eyes as she changed before him into…this, whatever this was.
She had trusted him. She had trusted him and he had done this to her, whether intentional or not. Davis' eyes blackened as an increasingly familiar feeling began to seep over his grieving soul.
Chloe's ice-cold hand grabbed at Davis' chin forcing him to look at her though the pain within him wanted him to do anything but.
A tear slipped through Davis' eye as he pleaded staring at the silver swirls, "Please bring her back……"
"Son of Zod, if you truly care for this mortal you will leave her as she is. The fate she suffers now is nothing compared to the fate of this world once your transformation is complete. I understand a quick death is always preferred over an excruciating one."
"Trans-trans….." Davis spluttered trying to think too quickly.
"You are the destroyer of man, Son of Zod. You will bring about the doom of this world and honor your father's name as you lay to rest the last of the House of El."
"What? No! No, I'm not……."
Davis felt unbearably overwhelmed and these words from this creature inhabiting Chloe seemed to blur and twist as he tried making sense of what was happening.
A clear thought formed in his mind and he spoke quickly and strongly, every part of him sure this was for certain.
"I don't know who or what you are or what it is that I'm supposed to do. But I will do anything you ask, anything, if you bring Chloe back. Please, I beg you, let her live. I don't care what you do to me. You have my word."
Chloe released her grip on him and stared at him for a moment.
"I appreciate your sense of negotiation, Destroyer, but you do not understand. Perhaps we can work out an arrangement for this body to be returned, prior owner intact, if you do as you're told. But if you insist on denying yourself your birthright, I will tear this body apart from this inside out until there is nothing left."
Davis' heart practically stopped at the thought and he instantly lost all fight within him.
"Tell me what I have to do."
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