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Chapter 2-1

A drunken Lois

It was midnight now and there were still many people in the pub.

Lois dropped her hips heavily on a bar stool, putting both of her arms on the bar table soundly. "Beerrrrrrrr! Where the hell is my beerrrrrrr?" she yelled at the bartender.

"Shhhhhh, Lois. You are too loud." Clark put a finger on his own lips, trying desperately to lower her voice. He gave the bartender an apologized smile, looked not just a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, she is drunk."

"Who told you I am drunk?" She pushed Clark's shoulder, "I can have another ten, no, twenty glasses of beer!" she gestured exaggeratedly, a silly smile hanging on her beautiful face.

"You will have a serious headache if you really drink that much." Clark said softly while helping her adjust the bag sliding off her thin shoulder. "Alcohol is no good to human body, Lois."

"Relaaaaaaax, Clarky! You sound almost like my mother." Lois giggled.

"If I were your mom, I would have dragged you home now." Clark faked a serious look.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA. You are so funny Clark. I am not a teenager, okaaaaaaaaay?" she laughed outright, poking him with a finger.

"You are not. But not far from it." He smiled at her fondly. He always loved to hear her laughter.

She looked so happy and carefree now, like all of stress put on her these days suddenly vaporizing on air. Her shoulders were loosed, her entire body was not strained, she didn't knit her brow, or pursed her lips, and most importantly when she talked excitedly, there were sparks flying in her eyes. He liked to see her like that.

But you gotta remember she is drunk now. Thinking of it, his smile fell away.

"Don't be so serious, Clarky. Smiiiiiiiiile!!!" Lois leaned toward him and tried to use her both hands to pull his face; she didn't notice there was a gap between her chair and his.

"Lois, be careful!!!" Within a blink of eye, he caught her firmly before she fell to the ground.

So small, she is so small. Looking down at the woman in his arms, Clark couldn't help but feel his heart racing the moment he touched her. He almost forgot how fragile she was. It had been a long time since he held her in his arms last time. He missed the feeling of having her in his embrace so much. A wave of warmth washed over his heart. He closed his eyes savoring the feeling of having her body against his. He couldn't let go. He found it hard to loose his hold on her, at least not this moment.

But unfortunately this moment didn't last long, "Clarky! I am noooooot feeling comfortable. I can't breathe." she squirmed in his arms, whining like a little child.

"I am sorry, Lois. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay?" He immediately loosed his hands, helping her back on her seat, afraid he had hurt her. He quickly checked on her whole body with his X-ray. His voice was full of concern and nervousness.

"Easy, farmboy! I am not--" She hiccupped, and laughed, "I am not a piece of fragile glaaaaaaaass, okay? You are exaggerating!" she giggled nonstop on her seat, with the back of her hand covering her mouth.

"Sorry." He was always afraid his power would hurt her even if he had already taken special care of it.

"Don't be silly." Lois waved her hand nonchalantly, "Come on, Clarky. It's your turn to drink." She poured him a glass of beer and pushed it to his side.

"Lois, I----" Just when he was going to say something, a faint cry far away stopped him in the middle of sentence.

"SUPERMAN, HELP! SUPERMAN, PLEASE HELP ME!" Clark cocked his head toward the direction. On the opposite site of the city, there was a young woman crying for his help.

"Lois, uh, I have something really important to do now. Please, you just site tight and wait for me here. I won't take it long I promise, just a few minutes. Okay?" He really didn't want to leave Lois alone, especially when she was drunk now, but he couldn't ignore his duty to the world.

"No problem, Clarky. See ya!!" She gave him a silly, toothy smile, waving at him so eagerly like she was just a little girl.

Clark sighed. "I'll be right back." And then he was gone, like a burst of wind.

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Clark now, was flying to the west where the cry was from, at his top speed. The wind was shouting fiercely beside his ears, but he didn't care. All he thought was how to solve the problem as quickly as possible.

"Help!! Superman, help!!!!!" He was close to the scene; he could see a woman trapped by several men in a dark, long alley.

They had ripped off her clothes; her underwear was exposed to the air. And now they were trying to pull down her pants while she was kicking, struggling and screaming crazily.

Those bastards!!! Clark was very angry. He clenched his fists and dived toward the ground at high speed. A blur of red and blue flashed across the night sky.

"Release the lady immediately!" Clark folded arms across his broad chest, speaking with his famous deep superman baritone. His voice was formal, authoritative, even a bit threatening.

"Mr. Superman, why do you always wanna destroy our little fun?" A thin, tall but ugly man who looked like the head of these people spoke with a very disturbing tone. He seemed to think Superman somehow would not dare to harm them. So now he not only snorted at Clark but also tightened his grip on the poor woman. He was provoking Superman.

This man, he underestimated tonight's Clark, he just did not realize who he was messing with. And Clark unfortunately was in no mood to play with them at all.

'Bump!Bump!Bump!Bump!Bump!'

No second word was able to come out of their mouths. Within a blink of eye, all of them were slammed hard onto a nearby brick wall one by one.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Shrill cries echoed in the silent and long alley, along with several bone-breaking sounds.

It was truly a hard lesson for them tonight.

"Do not ever try to harm woman again!!" Clark stressed every word while giving each of them a steel look.

Only God knew how much he wanted to really punch those bastards hard on their faces. Rape was the crime he couldn't stand most.

Clark quickly tied them all together with a strip of rope, and then he brought the woman to the hospital. She had a few cuts and bruises on her chin, neck and upper-arms.

He had done all the things very fast, but still not fast enough to keep his promise to Lois. It had been forty minutes since he left.

Darn! I am late! Clark furrowed his eyebrows, extending his hearing toward Lois while flying back to her at his full speed.

He hoped her hips were still on her seat.