Since the story is coming to an end, here's the announcement like I promised: I am in the process of writing another MoS story. So if you are becoming not-so-fond of this story (Kiss It Better) anymore, you can look forward to that. It's planned to be a sort of spin-off to Kiss It Better but there will definitely be Eve/Clark in it. If you're interested, add to author alert.
All thanks goes to Smartlooks :)
[ Disclaimer: Superman: Man of Steel belongs to the Warner Bros. and whoever came up with DC Comics. The song "Kiss It Better" is owned by the duo He Is We. I own nothing ]
Kiss It Better
He cries,
"Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me~"
Clark's face hit the floor milliseconds the intruder broken thru the wall. He didn't get up and she realized he blacked out.
'Superman got knocked out...!?' Officer Hunt swallowed.
This was the last person they expected to see. Heck, no one even expected the jail wall to be broken thru!
Hunt gained a sickening feeling as his eyes met Zod's. This was not good. Not at all.
"So, Kal," Zod began talking as if just a casual conversation. His eyes were cold looking down at Clark on the ground. His foot kicked Clark over onto his back and watched him roll over, holding his stomach in pain. "This is where you've been hiding..."
It was obvious Clark was still spinning in the head—he struggled more than necessary to get up but managed to lean back on his elbows after Zod kneed his nose. The sight of Clark's head snapping backward, blood spewing from his face, was enough to finally make the officers behind the glass feel uneasy.
The egoistic general squatted to look Clark in the eye, a faint smirk on his face at the blood dripping from Clark's brow. He grabbed a handful of Clark's curls and forced him up.
"Kal..."
Clark met his wide, hard gaze intently but remained quiet.
"I don't get it. Why would you not aid us—your own people and your home—and surrender the codex?"
Clark didn't speak.
"You'd rather stay amongst these wretched, pitiful filths rather than your own kind!?" Zod no longer hid his anger, now yelling.
Clark heaved a shaky breath, his glare didn't waver. "I told you..." He gasped, ignoring the blood streaming down his face. "Earth is my home. And I'd rather stay here than extinguish an entire innocent people."
Zod snarled; he didn't like that answer. "We will have the codex, Kal-El, even if we have to take it by force."
Clark knew the lengths Zod will go to get what he wanted, of how one of his men had strapped him to a metal surface and practically threatened to kill him to get the codex—the goal was to, either him dead or alive.
Clark's eyes glowed red. He refused Zod's offer.
"If you love these weak Earthlings so much, then why don't you die with them!"
It is quite odd how time can repeat itself, even more when the same event happens in close time range and among close acquaintances or to relatives. The Time Keeper could only shake its omniscient head at the events unfolding.
Zod hollered, unsheathing a long, thin sword from a cavity in his armor. If Clark were to see it, he would not have missed the dried, crusted blood that stained the blade. But then again, he was hypnotized by Zod's crazed glare and then as pain seared his stomach.
Only Clark's eyes widened as the pain caught him off guard when the blade buried deep inside him, breaking several lower ribs. He could feel his insides puncture.
The blade is still stained with Jor-El's blood.
"Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me-e~..."
Eve covered her mouth just before the scream retched from her throat. One of the officers strained to hold her back by the waist when she lunged forward.
The sight of the small crater made when Zod smashed Clark, head first, deep into the hard tiled floor was enough to make everyone cringe, an air of uncertainty filled the small room.
Clark didn't move; Zod stood slowly, flexing his shoulders and rolling his neck. Eve's heart skipped. She sneered watching his smug expression, her snarl not much different than Clark's minutes ago; she felt an overwhelming emotion, including anger, bubbling up inside her. She struggled against the officer's arms but his grip was far stronger than hers.
Then when bright red lights shot from both Kryptonians' eyes, everyone froze. That fear Eve had felt earlier flooded back—she'd come to accept Clark's other abilities, but this is one she hadn't known of and the sight of it scared her.
Bright red blinded the room as both lasers hit Clark full force, blowing him across the room.
*beat quickens*
"Stay with me"
Officer Hunt swallowed and begun whispering a verse of Mother Mary.
This time a shrill sound did escaped Eve's mouth. She saw Clark glance her way and the anger overtook her. His chest heaved painfully, blood oozed from his stomach and the hole where his left eye had been.
He looked so helpless, so small and weak. So...different; it was almost hard to believe that this was Superman who lay on the tile seeming half dead.
The look he gave her was one of those wide, lost puppy-dog looks whether Clark knew it or not. It was one of the looks she had fell for, one of the things that had made him so irresistible and addicting to her. And suddenly flashes—memories—playedback in her mind.
Zod mumbled something about weak fathers being just as their sons before painfully forcing Clark to turn on his stomach and forcing the long blade deep into his back.
"Until I fall asleep,"
Clark felt the sword embed in his spine, feeling bones break and nerves shot; his body folded up and he yelled in pain.
His holler was enough to make her blood run cold and Eve felt tears pooling in her eyes. Zod twisted and drove the sword deeper into his spinal cord, seeming to enjoy Clark's wails of agony.
Clark's gaze rolled up to the ceiling, he body convulsing violently.
There was definitely something in that sword...
Eve's eyes fell upon the emergency axe in glass case on the wall.
"Stay with me-e~"
Zod yanked the sword from inside Clark, standing. He merely looked down nonchalantly at the man twisting in pain, still crying out.
"The way you possess a sense of morality and we do not, proves to be your demise and puts us at an evolutionary advantage, Kal-El."
The memory of Faora's words echoed Clark's conscious. And so did Eve. The laugh she'd give. The way her hands felt on his chest. ...The red her nose would turn in winter. ...The sadden expression when she was unhappy.
The look in her wide eyes now was unreadable. Clark blinked, looking away.
She felt as if she couldn't breath, as if she too was the one Zod stabbed numerous times. Her memories, all of Clark, flashed in Eve's mind. Of the first day she and Clark met—it was not love at first sight and it took some time until feelings for each other bloomed.
Of those rare, hair tossing, head-thrown-back laughs Clark would give.
The looks they would give each other across the table...
Of the effort put into keeping their feelings and then relationship from others, and then the awkward and sometimes funny situations that came from it.
...Of the way his large, strong arms would encircle her waist and pull her to his commands.
The deflated, lost composer he had when Lois died.
..The tickle of his breath on her ear...
The smile on Alyse's face when she found out about the secret couple, and any associate to them whenever Jimmy was around (he hadn't known).
...Of the way Clark would mess with his curls when he was nervous.
...The look on his face when he'd stutter out an excuse...
...Of the small vase of flowers left on her desk after their third date, and the many small gifts that followed.
...The few times she's run into him, spilling coffee over his shirt...
...Of the way her curves seemed to mold so perfectly with his...
Of that wide, toothy smile he'd give her...
Eve tugged against the officer restraining her, her mind processing on rage only. She was no longer thinking rationally.
Zod had no right to be here, to be doing this to Clark. He was hers; she was his.
This was the man that she had changed her schedules to his please, the man she stayed up late nights with when he was uneasy for what she now knew because of many villains and worries.
This is the man she had given everything to, who she felt everything for, who she'd spend her life with (which was odd for her), who she came to love stronger than ever imagined. The man who who accepted her with all her quirks, and she to him.
Eve didn't care what or who he was known as—this is the same man, Superman or not, who had stolen her heart. This is the same man who'd taken her for takeout or icecream on rainy days. The same man who somehow knew how to make her feel better after she'd have a bad day.
The man who was her soulmate, as corny as it may sound. The man she was determined to avenge.
"Stay with me"
With a final heave, Eve wrenched herself from the officer. She made a dive for the axe. The glass box read EMERGENCY, and right now, this was an emergency. She effectively slipped pass the armed men and thru the door.
Zod had his back facing the door and Clark hoped all his attention remained on him, that he wouldn't take notice to the door creaking opening. Clark remained silent and took the blow to the face he was given.
Zod's sadist smile suddenly wiped clean from his face. He had seen Clark's eyes dart to the hidden humans.
Clark's gut turned to ice and he cursed himself.
"Until I fall asleep,"
Eve held the axe above her head; she didn't consider the cry coming from her mouth as she rushed to the armored alien. She was not thinking clearly—she was not thinking at all, Clark knew. He could not move; he could only watch helplessly from the ground, his eyes wide, pleading, hoping she'd turn back.
His effort was in vain.
Zod had already turned on her before she could get too close. His arm thrusted to her in inhuman speed and Eve stopped for several moments as if pause button was just pressed. Then the axe finally slipped from her grasp, its loud clanging against the floor the only sound in the now quiet room.
Clark couldn't see below her shoulders or her entire body behind Zod's back for that matter, but still, as Zod yanked his arm back and sheathed his sword back, Clark knew. Zod stepped back to watch her body sway and the tears that had gathered in her eyes fall.
Her body froze and she coughed, blood already bubbling up her mouth and splattering across Zod's cheek.
"Stay with me!"
Clark screamed.
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