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*Chapter One*
POV: Lois Lane
I was falling. Tears squeezed from my eyes, blurring the ground that was rushing towards me rapidly. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. Please let it be a dream. I prayed to myself, even though I knew it was reality. If it had been a dream, then I wouldn't still be quickly dropping hundreds of feet. No, I knew this was real. The air was too sharp and cold and seemed to be pulling me in every direction. My thick black hair flew wildly around my face, sticking to my eyes and lipstick. I was going to die. There wasn't many feet left until I became a pancake on the sidewalk. I closed my eyes and braced myself. Then it was even a fewer amount of space between me and the ground. The Metropolis cityscape grew larger below me. Then, it wasn't below. Skyscraper rushed up around me, blocking out the sun. It was so beautiful.
People's shrieks rose over the howling wind. They all knew what was happening. Lois Lane was going to die, Superman had forsaken her. I pushed the thought from my head. If I had mere seconds to live then I didn't want to waste them thinking that Superman had left me for dead. He wouldn't have done that to me. I had almost died dozens of times, but he had always stepped in. There had to be a reason why he wasn't here now.
Then the wind stopped screaming and the peoples voices hushed. Everything was still, and one thing stuck out to me. I was no longer falling. Why wasn't I pushing daisies? I carefully pried my eyes open; I was lying flat on my back on some sort of metal platform, the ground not twenty feet below. What in the world? Slowly the platform began to lower. This was all too strange. Superman had never saved me this way, not once. The platform clunked onto the ground and I shakily rose to my feet. A throng of surprised people stood around me, a general murmur of fear and excitement echoed around. I craned my neck to look up. The plane I had been pushed out of flew above, dodging a red and blue blur.
He had actually chosen not to save me. But what had? It was almost normal for me to be kidnapped now, as 'love interest' of Superman, nearly every thug, crook and metahuman couldn't wait to get their hands on me. All I wanted was to get a good article on him. As a teen intern at the Daily Planet newspaper, I had a lot on the line. The strange platform that had saved me began to vibrate. I stumbled off of it. The world seemed to sway beneath my feet and I toppled to the side. A police officer rushed from the crowd and caught me. "Don't worry Miss Lane." He assured me. "A fall like that would make anyone shaky on their feet." I just nodded and smoothed my hair down, hoping that he wouldn't see how embarrassed I was. I held onto the officer's arm as we watched the fight above. I still couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
Had Superman seriously just left me for dead? After a few hair raising minutes the fight ended and Superman gracefully swooped towards the ground. He completed a few interviews and answered publicity questions. I stared at him in shock. I wasn't easily shocked either. To score an internship at the Daily Planet when you're only eighteen was huge and only two other people had accomplished that. Out of the three of us, I was definitely the one who could think best on my feet. Clark Kent and Jimmy Olson were another story though.
I examined Superman, who was definitely good looking. I was eighteen, and he definitely didn't seem much older. His black blue hair swooped over his cerulean blue eyes and the skin tight spandex suit? It didn't leave much to the imagination to say the least. Though, not even his abs was enough to appease me right now. I had almost died, and he didn't even check to make sure I was okay? I recounted my day back to myself. I had been walking home from the Planet, only to have a bag shoved over my head. The next thing I knew I was hog tied on a plane, thousands of feet in the air. The grinning goon had smiled and told me to hang on tight until Superman had arrived. Than he had come like always, except for the fact that he had ignored me. He hadn't even flinched when they had thrown me past him out the plane door.
Now, here he was being all Mr. Perfect and acting like I didn't even exist. The metal plate that had saved me still lay on the ground. I tentatively went and examined it. The thing seemed sturdy. Well, it had been sturdy enough to save me. "It's a nice piece of technology isn't it?" A deep voice boomed above me. No, it couldn't be. I looked up only to see Lex Luthor smiling deviously. Other than that you could call him handsome with his thick brown locks and intense pale eyes. He was charming, rich and muscular. He wasn't that ugly either. Two years my senior, Lex was also student at Met U but was incredibly arrogant. Not to mention tyrannical. "This is yours?" I asked in shock. Luthor nodded proudly and pulled me to my feet. "You like it?" He asked cockily. I cleared my throat. "Thank you Lex." I said stiffly. Lex frowned. "I just saved your life Lois. Superman left you to die, but I made sure you were safe." I nodded. "Yes, I know that. I also thanked you for your help." Lex grabbed my arm. "Is that it?" I gave a terse smile. "Yes, that is it." He scowled and let go of my arm before turning to storm through the crowd.
"What's his problem?" A childlike voice asked behind me. I turned to find Jimmy Olsen standing behind me, intently flipping through the photos on his camera. "Oh, well Lex saved my life and a simple thanks wasn't good enough." I said flatly. Jimmy chuckled. "He probably would have been a lot friendlier if you had puckered up your pretty red lips and gave him a big one." I playfully shoved Jimmy. "Not ever." I laughed. Jimmy Olsen was an odd character, with bright red hair that stuck off his head in every direction and pale skin dotted with freckles. To say the least, Jimmy was a nerd but he was a heck of a photographer despite his age of seventeen.
He gave me a small smile. "So, why did Luthor need to save you? Where was the Big Blue?" Suddenly, the shock of seeing Lex wore off and my anger at Superman returned. "Who do you mean? Good old Supey? He left me to plunge to my death." Jimmy's large emerald eyes were puzzled behind his horned rim glasses. "That's not possible. Superman always rescues you, even if it means the bad guy gets away because of it." He said indignantly. "I do not need rescuing!" I protested. Jimmy snorted. "Of course not Lois, you definitely had everything figured out." I just scowled and crossed my arms. Superman was Jimmy's idol, and in Jimmy's mind he could do no wrong. Jimmy turned to gaze at Superman with adoration. "I'm sure he had it under control." Jimmy said as he raised his camera and rushed over to where Superman was.
I could only sigh. Something had happened on that aircraft, but I didn't know what. Maybe he had gotten sick of me being a damsel and decided to just let me die and save the time of saving me? His hair glinted in the light and for a split second all I wanted was for him to wrap his thick, muscular arms around me. But it only lasted a short time and once again I just glared at him. Suddenly, Superman's head snapped up as if he could sense my gaze. He scanned the crowd before his eyes landed on me. "Lois!" I heard him call. I turned to push through the crowd. We weren't going to make a scene here. I heard heavy footfalls behind me and felt a strong hand grip my shoulder.
"Lois."
He repeated. I spun, around, cheeks red and eyes bright with anger. "What? What do you want?" He looked confused. "I wanted to ask you something. But that doesn't matter. Did I make you mad?" He seemed so innocent and unknowing, despite the fact that he could've crushed me with his pinkie finger. "Did you make me mad?" I sputtered. "I was thrown out a plane Superman; a plane. Right in front of you! And you just let me fall. If Luthor hadn't been there, than guess what? I would be dead!" Superman jerked backwards as if I had hit him. By now, everyone who had stuck around was watching us in a hushed silence. "Lois, I didn't know you were ever in that plane. I would've caught you, just like always. By the time I got to that plane, there were only two thugs there." He explained hurriedly. I felt my eyes well up.
"Honestly? You act like you're SO perfect but I nearly die and you lie about it? You're disgusting." I snapped before pushing through the crowd. Judging by the crowd's response, I'm sure I would've seen a very confused superhero had I turned around.