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A word of warning: Some of the content in this chapter might be a bit disturbing. I wanted to show how truly evil Peter is. I hope you stick with me, regardless. Thanks.

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Peter had returned for them. He pointed a gun at the three of them. "So should I kill them now? Or do you come with me?"

Clark figured that the pale man, Peter, wanted them to leave with him. If they could just get out of this room, maybe they could overpower the man. He was alone; the guards were no where in sight. It just might work.

Lois nodded to Peter saying, "Give me just a moment."

She clutched painfully at Clark's arm. He wanted so much to comfort her. He never realized until this moment that even without his powers, he needed to save her. He had always thought that having super powers was a responsibility, and that it was his duty to use those powers to help people.

He never realized until then, that they were a tool. He would still have the need to help people, the powers just allowed him to do so much more. Lois was pale, almost panicked, and he had never seen a look like that before on her face. She was usually so brave; he had thought there would never be anything that she would be unable to face.

Then her features smoothed, her lips twitched like she wanted to say something, but he realized that she was fighting for control. She gave him a look that could only be one of apology.

Clark suddenly could recall everything that they had spoken after he had lapsed into unconsciousness. Peter wanted to violate Lois before he killed them all, and Clark knew Lois' intentions. She was offering herself in order to buy them additional time.

"No." He moaned.

She leaned into him and entreated. "I can stall him. You need to stay here and come only when you're ready. Understand?"

If it was just him, he would rather die. But there was Lois' life and that of the elderly gentleman, Albert to consider. Still he couldn't let her just walk out of here like this. He caught her arm, and tried to convince her to reconsider. "You can't honestly believe that he's going to just let us walk out of here alive."

Clark wasn't certain if the panic he felt was hers or his own. Maybe it was a bit of both. He couldn't keep his voice steady. "I will not let you go with that man."

"Just let me know if you changed your mind, sweetheart. I have more than enough bullets for everyone here."

Clark gritted his teeth.

"You have no choice. You've saved me so many times. Now, let me do what I can to save you."

No. No. No. This could not be happening. That man was going to rape Lois. Clark had seen unspeakable things happen to women by men like Peter. He would die if he had to face Lois only to see her eyes had become those empty haunted shallows. "Not like this. God, Lois. Do you know what he wants? Do you have any idea . . ." His eyes were wide; he was growing desperate.

"But at least there is a chance that we'll survive. You just need a little more time. We'll all die if you get killed. It only takes one bullet, Clark. What hope do I have of avoiding him then?"

If he died, Peter would take her anyway. He had no doubt. He could see it in the man's eyes. Clark's mind kept replaying: It only takes one bullet. It only takes one bullet. It only takes one bullet. He feared that the first one out of the chamber would be intended for Lois and in his current state he might not even hear it happen.

Lois walked out of the room.

Peter gave Clark a very grim and satisfied smile. Clark was sure that he was looking into the very face of evil.

He couldn't think. A white, hot rage pulsed through him. It was a fury that he would normally have to restrain, but not now. He didn't have to worry about exerting too much power.

Clark launched himself at the door. The man stepped back with surprising speed and the door slammed shut. Clark bounced painfully into the hard metal feeling the clang of the door vibrating through his entire being.

Clark would not allow this to happen. He bellowed loudly, slamming the door with both of his fists. The thick metal cracked.

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Peter did not release his grip on Lois' arm. She followed, going as slowly as she dared. He kept looking down at her with a knowing smile that made her want to slap it off his face. She heard Clark bellow through the metal door, and somehow that made everything even worse.

They went back up the elevator, passing a few people in white lab coats. Lois thought about trying to entreat their help, but one look at the way they stiffened as they neared, and how they scurried hurriedly away, made her realize they would be no assistance.

The walked down a deserted floor, passing numerous closed doors. They stopped at the furthest one. Peter handed her a plastic key card. "Open the door." He commanded.

Lois didn't have to pretend to fumble, and when she dropped it, he growled, "I hope you can do better with you hands than that." He shoved the gun into the small of her back in warning.

She picked up the key and unlocked the door. When the light turned from red to green on the lock, she felt as if something switched off inside her. She was oddly disconnected from her body. It was as if she were watching some movie that she'd really rather not see.

The room had a single hospital bed and great wide windows showing more clouds then buildings. Had they really gone that high? There was a utilitarian end table that had a pitcher of water on the top. There was a small doorway leading to a toilet area. There was no other doorway leading out of the room.

Lois walked reluctantly inside and Peter locked the door behind her.

"You're going to take off your clothes, get on the bed, spread your legs, and show me what you've got." Peter said in an almost emotionless voice.

Lois' heart pounded painfully in her chest. She could hardly move. Lois looked out the window seeing that the clouds had parted. The sunlight was growing in intensity. Would it be enough? How much time did Clark need?

She turned away and said, "You going to hold that" she gestured to the gun, "the entire time?"

Peter looked at it as if he had forgotten it was still in his hand. "I don't think I'll need it." He put it into a holster at his back.

She began to strip out of the bio-hazard suit that she was still wearing over her coveralls. She figured if nothing else, it would help to make her more maneuverable. Seeing that Lois was undressing, Peter began to undress as well. The scrap of the cloth hitting the ground was somehow more unnerving then Peter's earlier command.

Lois glanced toward him, wondering where the gun was, and regretted it. His pale body was naked, and there was no doubt that he was aroused. The sight made her freeze. He took himself in his hand, and gave her a knowing smile. "You're going to like this. You're taking too long. Stop stalling."

He strode toward her and she retreated until she fell backward on the bed. His dark eyes flashed. Peter took a handful of her clothing and pulled. It shredded like tissue. Lois gazed in horror realizing that it wasn't normal for cloth to just give like that.

"Something I should thank Superman for." Peter explained proudly.

She started to squirm away, and Peter said, "I wouldn't do that. I want to make this last, but I can just as easily end this quickly. I don't know my own strength, so I suggest you just lie still and let me take over."

"What about protection?" Lois said just as a stalling technique.

"I don't think pregnancy is going to be an issue." Lois understood what he meant. He had no intention of leaving her alive after this was over.

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Albert said, "What happened to you? Can't you just use your laser vision or something?"

It took a moment for the man's words to register. Clark's anger ebbed as he turned to the old man in surprise.

"Don't worry. I'll probably forget all of this by morning. Alzheimer's don't ya' know. Most times, I can't even remember my own name."

The way he drawled this out, Clark knew that this wasn't true.

Albert asked, his face creasing in confusion. "So how did it happen?"

"I'm not sure. But sunlight makes me stronger."

"Then let's get some more light in here. The sooner we get your power back, the sooner we can save Lois." Albert said grimly.

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This had gone far enough. Lois tentatively reached up as if she was going to kiss him. Peter got a curiously dazed look on his face as he watched her, fascinated. He pushed hard against her grinding himself against her underwear.

Lois felt the panic swell within her. She bit down hard on his lip. He drew back in shock and she put her feet up on his thighs and pushed away. Lois was rolling off the bed while

Peter was saying "But you said you'd be willing."

"I came to this room willingly. I never said I'd participate." She spat out.

Peter reached around his back, and then realized that he was naked. He lunged for her with a loud growl. Lois grabbed for his belt, feeling the heavy weight of the gun on the other end.

Before she could reach the weapon, he slammed into her. Lois felt the impact of the wall at the back of her head. The world exploded in pain.

She couldn't see anything, but she could hear Peter's words as he hissed into her ear. "I guess we'll do it my way."

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Clark took off the glasses and straightened his spine "Stand back." He commanded in his Superman voice.

Albert scurried out of the way. Clark approached the window and slammed his fist dead center of the painted pane. A spider web of cracks appeared in the black painted glass.

Clark brought his hand back, preparing to slam it again. There were pieces of glass embedded in his fist and two of his fingers were bent at an odd angle. Clark didn't notice. He slammed the damaged hand again into the center of the web. The window shattered.

Clark moaned, and fell more than climbed out the window. He slammed hard into the pavement. The sun broke free of the clouds, and the pain began to subside.

Albert climbed noisily through the broken glass, swearing at the many nicks and cuts he gathered en route. He squatted next to Clark and asked in a pained voice, "You still alive, boy?"

Clark sat up on his knees and brought his hand up to see the damage. The glass shards fell to the ground, his fingers straightened. He rose to his feet and smiled grimly. Albert retreated at the look on Clark's face.

"You didn't see this either." Clark said to Albert and he disappeared before the old man could blink. By the time Albert had steadied himself, stepping free of the shattered glass, Superman returned.

"You need medical attention. Your arm's broken." Superman said.

Albert waved his good hand in dismissal at the caped figure. "I can wait. Go after Lois. Don't worry about me. Just go save your girl."

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