Psycho
Ok…today I have a lot to talk about and not a lot of time. Chloe and Jimmy left the apartment for date night and shouldn't be back till 10:30pm. That gives me a little over an hour to tell you about everything that's happened the past few days. So far this blog has remained a secret and I would like to keep it that way…so I write this entry now. Away from my nosy cousin's prying eyes. I guess I'll start where I left off…with the Red Blue Blur.
I know…it's a mouthful but that's what everyone is calling this "Good Samaritain" now on account of the best shot Jimmy was able to get of him was a blurry mess of red and blue. In all fairness, Jimmy Olsen is one of the best photographers at the Daily Planet so if he couldn't get the guy in crystal clear HD then noone can. I mean the gus saved me twice and I didn't so much as see a single pigment of red or blue.
How do I get myself into these situations you ask? It's a gift. Not a great one, I'll admit, but a gift none the less. The first time was completely by chance. I was with Jimmy when some thug stupidly tried to steal my purse. We had a fierce battle of tug-o-war. I won…but I also was almost hit by an SUV. If the red and blue speedster hadn't swept in I would have been. The second time he saved me was a day later and it was also for the good of journalism. I had a lead in a story about Black Creek (a military base now owned by Luthorcourp that's been recently shut down), which holds many meteor-infected civilians and criminals. So I knew from the beginning that it would be dangerous and I didn't need any sweet mild mannered farmboy's in the cross fire. I honestly was in no real danger, I mean yeah the guy pulled a gun on me but I had it completely under control. And that's the story I'm sticking with no matter how many times Smallville obejects. If he was so worried about me (or cared at all) he would have come when I called. So he has no room to harp on how I should be more careful.
Dam Lois! You should not be upset that Smallville didn't come to the rescue. I don't know…maybe I'm being too hard on him. I mean he did say he and Jimmy were going out. The truth is…it's not even the rescue thing that bothers me. It's just that I called him and when I needed him most, for the first time, he wasn't there. That's never happened before. Smallville has always come to help me whenever I've asked. It could be 3 o'clock in the morning on Saturday and he'd be there…not matter how many shots of voka I might have had. This was the first time that I really needed him and he wasn't there. And I can't shake this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I would never tell him this because it's not that big of a deal; but, he really let me down.
There's just one thing about the night I don't understand…how did the Red Blue Blur know I was in trouble? I mean I had just called Smallville to come and help me (because the psycopath was about ready to punch my face in) and not even a minute later I suddenly feel a rush of wind and find Sebastian Kane (the meteor infected psycho) unconscious on the floor. It just doesn't make anysense. So far the Red Blue Blur has only made saves in Metropolis. So what would he be doing in Smallville, Kansas which is a good 2 hours away? It's just too much of a coincidence. I don't know, I'm probably over reacting about it all. But the dreams aren't helping/.
Oh shit! Chloe's home. I have to go. I do not need brown nosing blondes reading this. I'll write again soon. Bye
LL