Chapter Twenty-Seven: New Flames Part Two
Clark had a pretty good idea what Lucy's end game was going to be, and was willing to let it ride out to the end, no pun intended. He held Lucy deep in his arms when the music beat on the dance floor. The younger Lane sister looked up towards Clark with a wicked little grin dancing on her face. Clark held her in close, smiling when the two of them continued their dancing on the floor.
Lucy enjoyed the moment she had with Clark. Lois really was being stubborn, but Lois's loss was Lucy's gain. She was really enjoying herself, relaxing for the first time in a long time.
"This is just perfect," Lucy said.
The moment Lucy made a comment about how perfect this was, Clark should have known something was going to happen. His luck ended up getting skewed for the very worst at the worst possible times. The music of the club started to go off, getting louder, but Clark managed to hear something off from the side of the club. His super hearing picked up something very interesting.
The sounds of a pop echoed in the background, with a portal opening up. Clark leaned back a couple of inches and frowned, with the light, and not so subtle humming coming on in the background. The young man's frown deepened when he listened for something, anything.
He realized a second later, something was happening on the other end. Clark grabbed Lucy around the waist and dipped her down to the ground, which caused her to give a squeal of shock.
The squeal of shock became a squeal of horror when the front door of the club blew open from some kind of fiery explosion. The explosion echoed and caused a door to fly off. The door just narrowly avoided smacking some unsuspecting people in the face.
Clark held an arm up, to try and allow the dust to clear, to see who he had to fight up against.
An imposing man with glowing red eyes and a face carved out of granite stepped into the club. He stepped over the broken bodies of the people who were nearest to the club. The man's eyes looked in the club. Clark realized he was looking for something or someone.
"My name is the Preserver!" the man bellowed in a voice which carried wherever he went. "I am here for the meteor mutant!" I suggest none of you stand in my way!"
Mass panic erupted when this man entered the club. Clark thought the odds of a meteor mutant being here was pretty good, but he didn't know where they might be. The man lifted up a hand.
"Lucy, come on," Clark muttered.
First and foremost, Clark needed to get Lucy out of here and through the backdoor. The two of them walked out towards the back entrance, with Lucy being dragged out. She clung to Clark's arm and looked up with some wide and expressive eyes. Some mutterings grew in escalation when she was lead out the door.
"What the…"
Lucy had been lost in the crowd of people who scurried through the nearest exits. She looked up and saw a rocket nail the back door and cause the exits to be caved in just after she went through it.
"CLARK!" Lucy yelled in a horrified voice.
She needed to get back through and pushed towards the door. No matter what, the door was blocked, with the people on the outside unable to get in and the people were on the inside, who was unable to get out.
Clark pulled himself up and lifted a huge chunk of rubble over his head. The Kryptonian Survivor took a deep breath when extending his neck forward.
The Preserver looked around the club and turned his head three hundred and sixty-five degrees. He turned towards them, the arm which fired the rockets raised in the air.
"I prefer the meteor freak to be in one piece when I capture him, or her," the Preserver said. "I will rip this club apart piece by piece."
One of the men in the club broke a pool cue over the back of the Preserver. The wood splintered from where it connected. The Preserver turned around and the man's hands rose in the international sign for begging off. The Preserver reached over and grabbed the man by the throat. The man hoisted off of the ground and dangled, feet kicking. The man breathed in and out with the Preserver clenching his adversary's throat.
"You're not the meteor mutant," the Preserver said. "So, I don't have to keep you alive"
Clark rushed in and body checked the Preserver at super speed which caused him to fly. The man he held dropped to the ground. The patron scurried away, feeling very fortunate to keep his life in place.
The Preserver rose to his feet, and Clark stood to his feet, standing in front of him. The Preserver charged towards Clark, arm extended. Clark dodged the attack and came up from behind the Preserver to nail him with a series of rapid-fire body punches. Each of them bounced off of the Preserver's armor.
'He has to have a weak spot,' Clark thought, drawing back his hand and punching his enemy.
More punches had been blocked. The Preserver nailed Clark with an energy blast and it lifted him off of the ground before causing him to land on the ground. He lifted one huge fist and tried to slam Clark down onto the ground.
Clark nailed him in the side of the neck and flipped to his feet. The Preserver rushed around and tried to ensnare Clark with a large chain. The Kryptonian caught the chain and pulled the Preserver forward before dropping him down to the ground.
"Interesting," the Preserver said. "You're not a meteor mutant. But you're something worth observation. I will have to take you in."
An energy bubble surrounded Clark. Pain beyond all measure racked through his body. He tried to pound out. No matter what, the energy bubble crushed him. Clark summoned up the strength, the concentration, the true power to break free of this energy bubble.
'I have to do it.'
Clark extended his arms outward and broke the energy bubble. The bubble popped and the Preserver staggered backward, shock spreading through the man's face. Clark sunk to his knees, fatigued. The next attack the Preserver would do would be the one which finished him off.
The redhead who sat at the bar raised her hand. A flame shot from her hand and several of the drinks combusted. The drinks exploding caused a chemical reaction which knocked the Preserver on his back.
She bounced up, grabbed the young man off of the floor, and dragged him to the side entrance. It was the least she could do after she had caused this person to be here and put them all in danger.
The sounds of police cars coming up the street could be heard. The young man looked towards the redhead and pulled himself up. He surprised the redhead by scooping her up in his arms and rushing her as far away from the scene of the crime as possible.
The meteor mutant had been dropped down at the edge of the road. She smiled when looking at the man dropping her off. Not exactly how she expected someone to sweep her off of her feet, but she'd take it.
"Well, you know how to show a girl a good time um….you know, in the chaos of trying to escape, I don't think I ever got your name."
"I don't think I ever got your name," he responded.
The redhead lifted a hand and put a finger on the man's face. "It's no fair, handsome. I asked you your name first."
Clark answered with a smile when the redhead looked him in the eyes. There was something interesting about her, something compelling. She was trouble, but also in trouble, if that made any sense. The woman could give about as good as she could take, which was an amazing contrast, to be honest.
"Fair enough," Clark said. "My name is Clark Kent."
The woman looked at Clark for a good long moment. He felt like she undressed him with her eyes, and that was not necessarily a bad thing. This woman looked very naughty but in a good way. And she looked very much ready to have some fun and she didn't care who got offended by it.
"Good strong name for a good strong man," Claire said. "My name's Claire…Claire Selton."
Clark smiled when looking towards her, even though he could see she was looking over her shoulder.
"Do you have any idea why that Preserver guy was after you?" Clark asked.
Claire shrugged in response. "You know, it's really not what I've done, but what I haven't done."
Clark figured out when looking towards Claire. He stared down towards the woman in response. The two of them locked eye to eye with each other. The fact the woman did not seem that disturbed or that surprised, well, that fact disturbed Clark.
"There's someone after you," Clark remarked to her, rather quiet and tranquil at what she spoke. "Someone other than the Preserver…or whoever."
The young man's eyes locked towards Claire. Claire folded her arms in response. She had never been underneath such intense interrogation. Those eyes locked onto hers. Claire dropped her sunglasses to reveal a pair of alluring orange eyes which burned like fire.
"I was seven years old when the first meteor shower hit in Smallville…and I had been sick for most of my childhood," Claire responded. "Really bad sickness, like fevers, which made me go in and out of the hospitals. The doctors could find nothing wrong, and technically speaking, I should have been dead…..but it wasn't deadly fevers. It was the beginning of my powers….the meta-gene as they call it."
"Who calls it that?" Clark asked.
Claire took a second to recollect her thoughts. The pyrokinetic woman was trying to figure out the best way to explain this, without causing, even more, problems. She most certainly did not want to drag any people into this any more than she had to.
"There are some people in the government who are dark, and have their own agenda," Claire said. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And the meteor mutants have caught the attention of the wrong people in the government. Most of the people are just there to do their job…they don't care…but there are people in the government who are the real movers and shakers. And there's a real darkness which is infecting the government."
Claire looked around. It almost was like she expected these people, whoever she was talking about, would swoop down in the air.
"My poor mother…she thought they were going to help me, help her poor daughter" Claire responded. "They weren't going to help anyone other themselves though…they only intended to see how much I used my powers…..how they could use my powers. They wanted an army of these meteor mutants."
Claire leaned down. Clark put a hand on her shoulder a second.
"Pyrokinetic powers, as you can tell," Claire said. "And these people wanted to use them for their own purposes. I'm not the only meteor mutant who they locked up. I was just one of the few who was lucky enough to escape."
The silence happened between the two of them. Clark never really knew what to say. He knew there were some shifty people in the government who had an agenda. He liked to have faith people in power would do the right thing, but unfortunately, as his parents told him, the people in power were still human. They were capable of all of the bad things anyone could do.
"The darkness in the government, the hive of drones, they have set their sights on the people in Smallville," Claire said. "And I don't know what you are, but you're obviously very special. And I'm afraid that they're going to put their attention on you."
Clark figured more or less their attention would turn to him. All he could be brace himself for when it happened.
"I'm not going to go down as easily, you know," Clark responded to her. "But, did they send this bounty hunter after you?"
Claire thought about it for a second and shook her head.
"No, at least, I don't think they did," Claire said. "I mean, the bounty hunter is not their style, to be honest. It just seems like there's some nutcase who has a fetish with collecting the meteor empowered."
Claire took a moment to think about her thoughts.
"I thought this would be one of the last places where someone could find me," Claire said. "And now some crazed bounty hunter is after me…..I can't believe it."
Clark took a moment to consider something. This wasn't going to be a situation which was going to be resolved easily. He had to think of a temporary solution in a way to buy some more time to think of a more permanent solution.
"We need to lie low," Clark said.
Claire simply laughed at the solution. "Good idea in theory….but I tend to stand….did you take that from him?"
Clark held one of the orbs which he must he grabbed onto the Preserver during the course of the people. He held the orb in the air and frowned. The orb sent a few sparks. It looked to be some kind of teleportation devices. He frowned when looking at it.
"I think I can use the bounty hunter's own technology against him," Clark said. "If you can trust me enough to give me the help to trap him."
Claire considered his statement for a few seconds and responded with a nod. She was sick of running and sick of hiding from these jackasses who were trying to kill her. The Pyrokinetic prepared to fight back.
The Preserver recovered from the attack at the bar and was back on the hunt. The law enforcement officers arrived and swarmed the place where he arrived. The Preserver respected their desire to want to get the order, because, on his home world, he was a member of the military. The man had been respected by his fierceness and the ability to get things done.
Those days were long over, though.
Thoughts of his home world caused a fair amount of bitterness to end the man's mind. He saw all of his people die, because of a civil war. The Preserver was one of the few who was able to escape the planet. The diseases created from the radiation of the planet's death made the few refugees of the planet die, except for him. He was the only one left, the one who stood alone.
He went across the universe, trying to liberate the rarest people. His ship stalled out by Earth, so while the energy cells took several orbital cycles to recharge, he made his way to Earth. He didn't know if there were any rare species on this primitive planet, the third one from a yellow sun, which was rare.
The Preserver spent some time studying all of the information and found the information about the children who had been gifted by the meteors. They were both extraordinary and fragile, and they needed to be preserved. Many had already died. They were the new evolution, but they were not fit for Earth.
'They need to be liberated,' the Preserver thought.
The Preserver's thoughts moved back to the young man who he battled in the bar. The man looked to be among one of the rarest. He spent the last couple of minutes to figure out the enigma of this particular individual. The idea came to the man's mind and it made way too much sense to him.
The powers underneath the yellow sun, it couldn't really make more sense if he tried. He heard of the destruction of the planet nearly fifteen years ago, and it was a sad day when a planet with so much potential died. Yet many died, and life moved on. The Preserver's died and he was the last one, just like this young man may have been the Last Son of Krypton, or at least among the Last Sons of Krypton.
The Preserver treated him like a threat, someone who needed to be taken down to get to his target. The meteor mutant was not the rarest among them, no far from it. This young man needed to be protected. If the humans on this planet found him, they would hunt him down and put him in a cage.
'Are there more, did more escape Krypton?' the Preserver thought. 'I must know and I must liberate them from Earth.'
The Preserver took a half of a step forward off into the distance. The scanner which he rigged up from spare parts caught the trace amounts of radiation from the air. The heat flying through the air made him approach the situation. He looked down the road and frowned in response.
He might not have seen the Last Son of Krypton. The Preserver leaned forward and saw the meteor mutant who he haunted. He saw her standing at the end of the road.
"So, I heard you were looking for me," the woman at the end of the road commented.
The Preserver walked forward, with his legs going behind him. He looked towards the meteor mutant and scanned the air around him. Nothing other than the meteor mutant right in the general area stood in his line of sight.
"Yes, I'm looking for you," the Preserver said. "I don't want to harm you. Just come quietly, and there's no need for you to be hurt."
The woman at the end of the road stood down, looking at him. She took a step forward. The Preserver had been surprised, but quite pleased she wasn't going to fight.
"You're going to come with me?" the Preserver asked.
"I'm tired of running," Claire said. "There are some very bad people who are hunting me…..you're not working for this organization, are you? They're called HIVE."
"I do not work for any organization on Earth, or anywhere else," the Preserver said. "I am an independent collector. My only mission is to hunt down the rare and preserve them. I have a colony of the rarest creatures in the universe, and you meteor mutants are among the rarest."
Claire flashed in a moment for being called a creature. She took a couple of deep breaths and stepped back further away from her.
'Just one step closer,' she thought. 'Just keep your cool….hard as it is.'
The Preserver stepped forward. Claire slid the crystal which Clark handed her and dropped it down on the ground. The crystal flashed to light and a containment field shot through the air and caught the Preserver.
"What trickery is this?" The Preserver asked.
The Preserver activated an energy blast in his suit and ripped through the attack. He rushed forward to grab the meteor mutant. A blur came down the road and nailed the Preserver with a huge attack. An uppercut punch nailed him down to the chest and knocked him down onto his back.
The alien hunter pulled himself up. He sent a whip in the air. Clark avoided the attack and blocked the whip, hooking onto it. Clark pulled him forward and delivered him with a series of rapid-fire punches. The punches soared through the air and nailed the Preserver.
The Preserver withdrew from the energy field. Clark nailed him with a blast of heat vision. The Preservers suit heated up and he diverted all of the energy in the suit to the shields, trying to activate a way out of the attack. He pushed out of the attack before nailing the Preserver back.
"Your powers, they're amazing!" The Preserver yelled. "You're going to be the crown jewel of my collection…"
"You're really obsessed!"
Claire fired a fireball at the chest of the Preserver. The heat caught him in the chest and caused most of the power in his suit to divert to the heat shields.
The Preserver tried to the ground and prepared to teleport away. He would come back at another time to fight them.
Clark rushed forward at a super-fast attack and grabbed onto one of the orbs hanging from his belt. He activated the computer before causing the Preserver to teleport him. The Preserver's screams echoed before he disappeared into the shadows. The blast of his suit knocked Clark back to the ground.
Claire rushed over to look towards Clark. She looked down at him and heard a couple of trucks roll up.
'Shit, they found me again.'
"I'm fine," Clark said. "My ears just are ringing, but I'm fine."
Clark pulled himself up and scooped up Claire, seeing these people. He rushed out, taking Claire away.
'Have to return to the club, that's the last place they're going to check.'
Lois made her way out of the car, marching forward in response. Her arms swung together. The moment she heard there had been some incident at a night club, and Lucy had been in the middle of it, Lois feared the worst. She almost got into a wreck making her way to Smallville.
Lucy sat at the edge of the club and folded her arms. Lois walked up towards her.
"What the hell did you do?" Lois asked her.
Lucy turned towards Lois with a smile. The look of Lois's hands on her hips amused Lucy something fierce.
"Yeah, Lois, hey, good to see you too," Lucy responded.
Lois folded her arms and gave her the older sister look. Lucy had been so used to it, it was just old news to her.
"Oh, you know, the usual, some crazed bounty hunter attacked….." Lucy said. "He was after meteor mutants….does this happen all of the time?"
"Are you okay?" Lois asked. "Where's Clark?"
"Apparently, Clark pushed me out and went back in to help and….well there he comes, "Lucy said. "You can lecture him now, it would be fun to see you lecture someone else for a change."
Lucy would have lied if she wasn't worried about Clark. She could see Lois looking at him. He was checking around and talking to a redhead.
"She was in the bar, giving Clark the eye," Lucy said. "You know, he's very popular with a lot of women….I'm not sure if you could notice."
Lois could see a few reasons why he might be. Clark Kent did grow on her, and Lois would have been a liar if she said he didn't invade her dreams.
"Seriously, get over yourself," Lucy said. "Even if you have to share him with other girls, it's more than worth it."
Claire and Clark made their way over. The people who hunted Claire didn't go for her, just yet. Claire didn't want to try her luck.
"Well, it's time for me to hit the open road…but if I ever come to this part, I'll be sure to give you a look up," Claire said.
Claire made sure no one was looking. She grabbed Clark by his jacket and pulled him into a hungry kiss. The kiss was scorching, quite literally, when Claire had a chance to pull away from her.
She picked up a helmet and mounted a motorcycle.
'I might have to keep tabs on her, and not for the obvious reasons,' Clark thought.
Clark received a nice view of Claire's leather ass. She revved up the motorcycle and drove out of the inn, before disappearing.
The two Lane sisters waited for Clark, and he intended to join them. A man rushed passed Clark before he had a chance to join them. He ran in a very comical scene after the bike which Claire got in and drove out into the distance.
"HEY, THAT'S MY BIKE!"
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Hook Up
Clark Kent had been so worried about dealing with the alien bounty hunter who hunted Claire he neglected to think about some other things the girl might have said. Now he was able to go on in with a mostly clear head, Clark's mind drifted to the information she told him or mentioned. People in the government were interested in the thought of weaponizing meteor mutants.
This lead to Clark to a bunch of thoughts and made him consider some of the actions, regarding what he's done in the past. And wondered, if he handed some of these people meteor mutants to use.
These thoughts made Clark wonder about exactly where certain meteor mutants went after he defeated them. He never thought about it, putting the trust needed into the proper authorities. Hoping they would have the capabilities to put these dangerous people away. Maybe, a few of them would redeem themselves, although the meteors did a wonderous job of driving people completely and utterly around the bend with insanity.
The thought he might have been handing them back to the government to do with as they wished was very troubling to Clark. He just couldn't reconcile the fact in his mind. Then there were the meteor mutants who didn't make it, those who had died in the battle with him. Clark wondered what happened to them.
A dark thought entered Clark's mind, where he thought about a lab where the meteor mutants had been held. They had been experimented on as they wished. The thought caused Clark to shudder and made him wonder if there had been any way to say this no win situation.
He stepped in front of LuthorCorp and walked up to a security guard. The guard looked towards Clark and studied him for a moment. The guard broke out into a smile and moved over for Clark to enter the room.
"Yes, Ms. Mercer will be seeing you now," the guard commented, letting Clark pass on by.
Clark thought it was a little bit easy to walk in there. He needed to meet with Tess about something important. He figured she might have an idea what was going on. He made his way into the elevator and moved up. Tess mentioned her office was always open, even though LuthorCorp was in a state of transition right now, with a lot of deals being made.
He stepped outside of the elevator and could hear Tess on the phone, talking to someone. The conversation grew a little bit heated, or at least intense, Clark was not sure whether or not what to say.
"Yes, I agree….just make sure he understands if he puts his operation anywhere near Metropolis, or even Smallville...I won't hesitate to use everything…..yes, I understand….and he understands, that's good."
Clark didn't mean to listen to the phone conversation. Tess conducted business with someone over the phone and Clark waited on the outside of the door, rather patient and kind of polite as well. He tapped his foot on the floor and waited for Tess to answer the conversation.
"I'll call you back when everything is clearer," Tess said. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Raatko, and have a pleasant day."
The sound of the phone being hung down gave Clark his cue to walk forward and raise one hand to knock on the door. Tess rose up from her desk and answered the Clark. Her frown turned into a half smile when seeing Clark.
"I thought you'd be by in a while," Tess said.
"Well, to be fair, I called you, and you said you weren't busy," Clark said.
"I'm always busy, but I can multi-task," Tess commented. "It's just been a lot of trouble over the last couple of weeks. Lex and Lionel have left some mind fields…..I can sort of see why they went the way they did, but don't worry, I'm not going to go the same way as them."
"That's refreshing to know," Clark answered.
Tess offered Clark a seat and she sat on the chair behind her desk. The businesswoman cleared the paperwork out of the desk so she could properly look at Clark. And there was a good reason why she wanted to properly look at the young man from all the way across the desk.
"So, you've had quite the adventure," Tess said. "You've met another one who has been gifted by the meteors, well, that really isn't a surprise."
Clark just looked across the desk at Tess and had looked very surprised at her words.
"Have you had me followed?" Clark asked.
"No, although maybe I should," Tess said. "It's hard to pin you down."
She smiled and surveyed Clark for a couple of minutes. It took Clark a minute to realize what she implied, and just answered with a smile.
"Maybe you're not trying hard enough," Clark said.
"Maybe, I should be more assertive," Tess said. "We can discuss that later."
"Her name was Claire, and she's pyrokinetic, and she wasn't completely bad, she just….needs grounding," Clark answered. "I'm not sure if I'm the type of person to give it to her."
"Well, maybe that's a side of yourself you should explore in the future," Tess said. "There was someone after her….perhaps you could tell me about it."
Clark decided to launch into the story. There were parts of what happened which he did not fully understand and he was pretty sure there were a few parts of it which Claire completely left vague. He did know there were some pretty shifty people in the government.
"I can't believe there are people in the government who would do things like that," Clark said.
"It's really hard to come to that conclusion, especially when you believe in truth, justice, and the American Way," Tess said. "However, that's not really the point, it's these hive of people….or HIVE as they are called commonly. If they're behind this, then it's not good. They're cockroaches which haven't properly been stomped. And if they have infiltrated the government at the highest levels, they can give you plenty of trouble."
Tess paused for a long moment, in time to see the rather disturbed look on Clark's face.
"I need to look into something, to see if I'm right," Tess said. "When I find out more, I'll get back to you."
This cryptic statement raised more questions than answers for Clark.
Lucy almost laughed at the daggers Lois stared her from across the table. It was the typical look, and this time, Lucy did absolutely nothing to deserve the look, well not at least anything blatantly.
"I think I know the reason why you're really mad," Lucy said.
"Oh, really, other than me thinking what would happen if you got hurt, and I had to explain to the General what happened….does he even know you're here anyway?"
Lucy deflected Lois's question.
"I'm a grown woman, I can make my own decisions," Lucy said. "I don't need Daddy's approval, even though you seem to seek it, with all of your attention seeking."
Lois almost could have smacked her sister but restrained herself. The brunette vowed to be the better person. Lucy had this way of pushing all of her buttons. Lois had to watch out for her when they were children, and Lucy tested her patience by acting out. These things would have never happened if her mother never died.
The thought of her mother, caused Lois to have a slight pang which the woman hated. Things might have been a lot different, had her mother not been gone. Her father changed, Lois was old enough to remember how things used to be. A long time had passed since those days. Lois thought it felt like an entire lifetime ago.
"You're the one who acted out for attention," Lois said.
Lucy shook her head. There were times where her sister simply did not get it, and this was one of those times. Of course, Lucy figured the problem was that Lois wasn't really getting it. It caused her way too much frustrated.
"So, Clark, you looked pretty pissed that I asked him out on a date," Lucy said. "And while the date didn't go the way I intended for it to finish…"
Lucy paused to take in the daggers Lois gave her. Those eyes burned with fire in front of Lucy. Both sisters locked eye to eye for a moment before Lucy drew in a deep breath and continued.
"It didn't really end the way I wanted it to or intended it to," Lucy responded. "But, the fact is, you were pretty pissed that I even asked him. And I want to know why that is."
"Look, you came here and bumrushed one of my…friends," Lois said. "And he's too much of a gentleman to say no, obviously….and I was just worried you would take advantage of him."
Lucy smiled in a way which Lois quite frankly didn't like. Her little sister looked pretty devious when smiling like that, and Lois stared back at her.
"You really must care about him, I think you like him," Lucy said.
"I tolerate him," Lois responded.
Lucy only responded with a winning smile. The type of smile which made Lois very agitated.
"You've taken a great interest in the well-being of someone who you only tolerate," Lucy said. "But, I guess the hard as nails, tough girl, Lois, can't meet a man who makes her wet in the panties, can she?"
If looks could kill, Lucy figured she would be more than dead. This long, and burning glare caught her in the face from afar.
"Well, if you're not interested, I guess that means I must have your blessing to go after the guy you're not interested in," Lucy said. "He's something special….given the group of women he's building."
Lois almost slipped the elbow off of the table when cupping her chip. Lucy casually dropping this fact was not something Lois was.
"I met his cousin, Kara, nice girl she is," Lucy continued. "You mentioned me to her apparently, and she figured I might be interested in joining him since obviously, you weren't. She thought I might be a good fit with all of the other girls, and….there's rarely a man who can satisfy one woman for long, not to mention multiple women."
Lois resembled an overripe tomato. She ducked the head to avoid further embarrassment. Had she remained upright, Lucy's smile would have been obvious.
"Do you have an interest?" Lucy asked. "Because seriously, jump on the train, or get off at the next stop. Because there's plenty of women who are ready to hop on board, even if you don't want to."
Lucy got up and gave Lois a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, thanks for the talk, but I have to go," Lucy said.
Lucy left, just the moment Chloe stepped into the room. Both of them exchanged a silent greeting before Chloe stepped up and sat down in front of Lois.
"So, how much of that did you hear?" Lois asked.
"Enough," Chloe said. "Enough to know she's right."
Hugo Strange couldn't believe a plan came together this seamlessly. The younger Mr. Luthor agreed to this plan, the plan of hypnosis, and now they would delve into the deep secrets of his mind, those he had locked away, at least for now. There were any number of tricks to bring these thoughts out Lex's mind and give Strange what he wanted.
The session had been moved to Strange's office. Lex had been rather calm and docile when being moved there, mostly because he would have been allowed movement which he normally wouldn't have had.
"I'm pretty sure you're wasting your time, Professor Strange," Lex said. "Hypnosis only works on the weak-minded."
"Ah, that's a commonly held myth," Strange said. "While it can be true the human mind can be receptive to what it wants to, there are ways to manipulate the thoughts if you know what you're doing."
Lex leaned back and motioned for Strange to work his magic. It would be better to get this over with and let Strange do what he needed to do. He tapped his finger on the table on the chair and waited for Strange to do whatever he could. One thought did enter Lex's mind, no matter how much he entertained the doctor.
'This is a waste of time.'
"Just rest, and relax, relax your mind, and don't let your thoughts overwhelm you," Strange said. "You may feel a drowsy feeling."
The pocket watch moved back and forth and Lex focused on it. All he could think about was how this was a very cheap watch. Very tacky, and he doubted very much.
"Just relax, and don't be afraid to look deep in your mind."
Lex's eyelids got heavy at the swaying of Strange's watch. It moved back and forth, back and forth, and all around. The watch swung over in front Lex's eyes.
'Just growing bored because of this,' Lex thought. 'I'm not weak minded, I'm not going to be hypnotized.'
Strange watched Lex's eyes close in front of him. The young man drifted underneath. Strange smiled when leaning towards Lex and he snapped his fingers.
"You are now in the depths of your mind, Mr. Luthor," Strange said. "No matter what other memories you have repressed over your life, I do not want to consider yourself with those memories. I want you to flash back to the missing three days, the days where you found yourself possessed by this General Zod."
Strange had many people who would be interested in this memory, and what Lex recalled. What secrets lingered in this mind? Strange could see Lex's lips moving and a pained grimace coming over his face. The pained grimaces increased when he moved through these thoughts.
"Mr. Luthor, I need you to focus," Strange told him. "Just focus, on everything you need to."
Lex's face contorted and he started to breathe in and out, going deeper into his breaths. He closed his eyes.
"I see everything clearly," Lex muttered. "I see something beautiful….there's a doorway….and I can see it, on the other side. There are wonders in the universe, beyond the greatest imagination of all men. I can see it, I can hold it, but I just can't reach out and grasp it, not yet."
"No, focus on your memories, your memories," Strange said.
"This is what I remember, it's the gateway, and on the other side….it's beautiful," Lex said.
Lex shuddered as if undergoing some kind of great sexual release. Strange looked and tried to bring Lex out of the trance, but he had been brought back into it.
"Once its open, everything will change, I will be whole again," Lex said. "And I see someone else…..I see people in my way. They're stopping me from what I need."
Strange figured some kind of repressed memory was trying to break through, or Lex was fighting with what he remembered.
"What do you see, Lex?" Strange asked. "What is in your way?"
"You're in my way!"
Lex popped up his chair and jumped over the desk. He clocked Strange with a huge roundhouse punch which knocked him down to the ground. Lex wrestled Strange to the ground.
"Mr. Luthor, snap out of it!" Strange yelled. "Lex, you need to focus, I'm not your enemy, I'm here to help you!"
Lex pulled away from Strange and pulled open his desk drawer. Strange scurried over the floor, just as Lex pulled out a gun he found in Strange's desk drawer.
Security entered the room. Lex picked up Strange and put the gun to the side of his temple.
"One wrong move and the good doctor's brains are splattered over the ceiling," Lex said. "None of you are going to stop me from fixing the world. Do you hear me?"
"Lex, you need to….."
Strange felt the cold steel press against his temple when Lex grabbed him. It went exactly as he expected, although it was fascinating how much those memories triggered something deep in Lex's subconscious.
"Please, do as he says, it will break him if he kills me," Strange breathed.
Lex dragged Strange down the hallway, gun still on his hand.
"Open the doors," Lex said.
The implied threat of what Lex would do had those doors not been open had been left hanging. The doors clicked open and Lex made his way towards the nearest exit, with Strange being dragged halfway behind him.
"Give me your car keys," Lex said. "Give them to me now, or else….."
"It's parked, in slot 34A," Strange said, pulling out the car keys. "Although I don't think you should drive in your condition, you're very sick."
"I need to save everything, you're not going to stop me!" Lex yelled.
Lex carried Strange all the way to the car and shoved him into the side of the car. The moment the car started up, Strange rolled out of the passenger's side of the car. He rolled to a stop at a soft patch of ground. Blood dripped from the side of his neck when the car skidded off.
The security guards rushed over to check on Strange.
"Professor Strange, are you okay?" one of them asked him.
"Yes, I'm fine," Strange said. "This is all part of Mr. Luthor's therapy….the bracelet he's wearing will track him."
The guards escorted Strange back in, fearful for his health, and also a bit of this sanity. The guards didn't get paid to ask questions, just guard the building.
'Yes, everything goes almost as I expected,' Strange thought. 'What is a little pain, if it means achievements in studying a disturbed mind.'
Strange hoped to have an opportunity to further monitor this situation.
Lara remembered how obsessed she could get when something hit her full on. She stared at the screen for several minutes and focused. The Phantom Zone had been a wide area, no question about it. There were many elements in the Phantom Zone which had been yet to be discovered.
Someone escaped from the Phantom Zone. Lara could hardly blame them in principle, even though it disturbed her how they could make it out. She made her way over to consult some notes they received from Star Labs.
"Are you still working on it?" Raya asked.
Lara just barely looked up from her work to acknowledge Raya.
"Kara and I have flown around," Raya said. "We checked all of the places she might have landed, but there is nothing….a few people mentioned seeing a figure move around. But there's been no attacks, none at all."
Lara really wished she could take solace in that fact. She turned away from the screen and sank down on one of the larger blocks of ice. She drew in a deeper breath and frowned.
"The notes Kal and Kara picked up from Star Labs just reinforce everything I've found," Lara said. "Not that's a bad thing to clarify it, it's just pretty frustrating."
"Let's look at it this way," Raya said. "If it's her….."
"Oh, it's her," Lara said.
"You really think it's her?"
"Hello, Kara, or is it Karen now?" Lara asked.
"Well, officially, my civilian identity is Karen Starr," Kara said. "And that's the name I took, but really I was born Kara In-Ze of the Krypton….even if I'm legally….."
Kara couldn't really say the name of her father. It just made things so final.
"If I'm going to be his daughter, I'm going to be better than he ever was," Kara said. "And you really think it might be her?"
"I can't confirm things one hundred percent," Lara admitted. "I just think the fact someone saved you and Kal from getting attacked by Nam-Ek's forces, and only killed the men while leaving the women beaten, but alive….really does show something."
"She hasn't made her move," Raya said. "She may be nursing injuries from her time in the Phantom Zone. She hasn't had a chance to seek out other Kryptonians who may be on Earth."
Or any other aliens who might be lurking on Earth. Raya would have been ignorant to think there weren't any aliens on Earth.
"Whoever it is, they haven't made their move, at least not yet," Raya responded. "But, it will come sooner or later."
Kara thought they should make their move first, and judging by the obsessed look going through Lara's eyes, she agreed.
Lois put her hands on the wall, moving towards one of the bedrooms Lana allowed her to crash in. Lana pretty much told her to put it to good use, which made Lois think Lana might have been involved with this.
Clark arrived, just as Lois arrived.
"So, how are you doing?" Clark asked.
"I'm fine, Lucy's fine…she seems to want another date after everything," Lois responded. "I guess there's no accounting for taste….but I have a confession to make."
Clark motioned his hand to get Lois to say something. Lois placed a hand on hip and glared Clark dead on in the eye.
"I think I hate you."
Well, that was not the first statement he expected. Suddenly, no sooner did Lois say that she threw herself at Clark and gave him a passionate kiss. That was a mixed message if there ever was one. Clark took a moment to allow her to kiss him before he kissed her back.
Lois pulled away from Clark.
"I shouldn't be enamored by some farm boy….but I am and…..well it's frustrating," Lois said. "I've had my share of shitty men in my life, not that many of them really succeeded in getting in my panties. And someone like you….you just fly in the face of all of my expectations. No one can be this good, no one can be this much of a Boy Scout…."
Lois slowly unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on her top, exposing a lacy black bra.
"And I thought about just ignoring this, but I swear if I don't get this out of my system, I'll...I won't be able to sleep soundly and….."
Clark grabbed Lois and pulled her into an extended kiss. The two of them displayed a passion of tongue and saliva. They tried to maul each other's lips and their fingernails ripped each other's clothes. Lois did manage to rip Clark's shirt and expose his muscular chest.
"One time, I swear one time," Lois said.
"Of course Lois."
Lois decided to wipe that goofy grin off of his face with another kiss, as her hands roamed on their own accord elsewhere.
The brunette did not waste much time in sliding Clark's plants down below his ankles and his boxer shorts came off next. A juicy, thick, cock stuck out for Lois's consumption. She looked at the manhood, with an eye full of it. Lois greedily wrapped a hand around it and pumped him up and down.
"I…didn't know you would be so big," Lois said.
"Well, glad to exceed your expectations," Clark said.
Lois needed this inside her in the worst possible way. Her thighs heated up in anticipation. She teased both Clark and herself with jacking his cock with both hands. And she did need both hands to give Clark the pleasure which needed. Plus, this entire cock needed to be gripped.
Clark smiled at Lois's awe when watching his throbbing cock expand underneath her hands. Seconds passed before Lois released his cock. She took her pants off and showed a pair of lacy black panties.
"I hope I don't have to tell you where I need that cock," Lois said.
Clark smiled and slipped Lois's panties off to reveal her dripping pussy. He pushed one finger inside her to feel how warm she was. Clark thought how remarkable it was to gush.
"For someone who hates me, you're pretty wet," Clark said.
"Just shut up and fuck me," Lois growled.
Clark decided to let her hang from it. His fingers pushed deep into Lois and stretched her depths out with a couple of long, and passionate pumps. He worked further into her, each time feeling her insides. Those walls wrapped around his throbbing cock could feel so good.
"Oh, you…you're making me cum with just your fingers!" Lois yelled.
He sped up to give Lois a slight feeling of vibration and really blow her mind. Lois kept pushing up towards Clark's probing fingers. He made sure to enter her as deep and fluidly as possible with those thrusts, that he had in mind. Clark shoved more of his fingers inside of her.
"Yes, just making sure you get warmed up properly."
Clark slipped his fingers out and tasted the juices off of them. He got on top of Lois on the bed and pinned her down on the bed. Their lips entangled together with an extremely heated and passionate kiss. The fury involved on both sides made this encounter extremely exciting.
Lois groaned as Clark's cock head bumped up against her clit. Vibrations of pleasure shot all the way through her body with Clark leaning down. She tried to bring her legs around Clark's muscular body. Clark responded by putting his hands on her legs and slowly ran down them. The playing of her legs drove Lois behind wild.
"What do you want from me?" Clark asked.
Lois looked up at him, dazed. Her pussy ached, so empty, it needed to be filled in the worst way. Her body would burn up if it didn't get a big, throbbing cock inside her now.
"You know what I want."
"Yes, tell me, though."
"I want you to pin me down on this bed and fuck me," Lois said. "I want you to put that big cock inside me, and pound me until I cum and I want you to make me keep cumming until you fill me full of your seed. I want so much cum inside me that I can barely stand it."
Lois rested her hands on Clark's back and pushed him closer towards her opening. His cock danced on the edge of her dripping slit. Lois needed him, needed more of him, needed him jammed so far inside of her, her body was getting very hungry at the thought of having all of Clark inside of her. She pushed him closer, breathing in and breathing out at the thought of having as much cock as possible inside her.
"Yes, take that big cock, and fuck me, please," Lois begged him.
"Well, if that's what you really wanted."
Lois almost rolled her eyes. She rolled said eyes for a different reason with Clark sliding between her. Lois clamped down on him, several inches worth of Clark's cock slid into her body. Her fire had been quenched with the thickness of her new found lover sliding deep into her.
Clark pushed half of his length into Lois. He slid out a little bit and the path inside the second time was much easier. He stuffed Lois with about as much of his cock as possible.
"I don't think you expected this, in all of your wet dreams," Clark said.
Lois was about ready to protest she didn't have any wet dreams. All she could focus on was how hard and how much Clark made her cum. His hips crashed down onto hers, pushing more of this thick, throbbing cock into her body. Lois grabbed Clark's back and responded with a hungry moan, a moan which grew even more in prominence when he pushed her.
Clark could feel Lois clamp down on him. She was so hot. Clark prepared to bring her to an orgasm. The first of many, he was sure throughout this night. He pushed deeper into her and delved into her hot, molten warmth. Her walls slid around him, clamping down on him.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck my brains out!" Lois begged him.
Hands rubbed down Lois's legs and it drove her absolutely nuts to feel such a large throbbing organ burying into her body. His balls slapped down on her and brought her to more passionate displays of pleasure. So much lust burned through her body, along with Clark's cock burying through her. The massive organ speared between her legs.
"Right there, right there, that's the spot, oooh, right there!" Lois moaned.
She came down around Clark when he pushed deeper into her. Everything was coming.
"You can't get enough of my cock," Clark said. He ran his fingers along her clit. "You're going to cum harder than you ever came before….you're going to submit to me."
Lois tried to disagree. Her body betrayed her. Clark held her down and drilled his massive cock inside her body. Her body stretched out from what he was doing from her. She came so hard, it was amazing how much cock she took into him.
"I need…so much….oooh God, I'm cumming," Lois breathed. "I like it, so hard, to me! Fuck me, drill me with that big cock."
Clark smiled and pulled out of Lois. Lois whined at the loss of such a mighty tool buried inside of her. She realized the fun was about ready to get started when Clark flipped her over. He pushed her down on the bed and started to ram deep into Lois while she pressed against the bed.
The pounding of his thick cock made Lois lose her mind pretty much all over again. Clark plunged deeper into her, her pussy clamping. Clark held her arms back while thrusting into her and this feat of domination made Lois even hungrier for him.
"Damn it, Clark, ooooh, Clark, that's too much…"
Clark cupped her large breasts in his hands when slamming down into her hips. Lois twitched around his cock when he squeezed them very hard.
"Look at you, just dripping, you must really like it when I squeeze your big breasts," Clark told her.
Lois wasn't going to deny how much she loved it because she really loved it. She really loved Clark's hands taking her breasts and squeezing them so hard she came. His fingers dug into the fleshy orbs when he kept pounding away at her.
"Yes, you're mine, and you're going to cum for me and keep cumming," Clark said. "I'm sure going to make your own time very memorable."
Lois squeezed him, wanting his seed in the worst way. He kept pounding her, her walls contracting around him every time the cock slid into the depths of the brunette. Those warm and molten depths made her extremely hot and made her want even more of him.
Clark decided to play with her ass a little bit and spank it. This only made Lois cum harder and the feeling of that ass being smacked made Clark's balls throb anymore.
"You're going to make me cum inside of you, how do you like that?"
Lois dug her nails into the bedsheets, with Clark pounding her all the way to the edge of another orgasm. Once Lois finished up with her orgasm, Clark really lets her have it, in every single way possible. His balls contracted and released his cum inside her body, splashing her walls full of his seed and filling her to the brim.
Clark wasn't done with her yet, his cock was still hard despite just unloading inside of her. Lois wondered what fresh pleasures she had waiting.
"I hope I didn't finish you off just yet."
"No," Lois said. "Not by a long shot. Bring it, big boy."
So, they continued throughout the night, taxing the bed, and also taxing Lois's limits.
The aftermath resulted in Lois dropping her head down on Clark's chest. She was sore, sticky, and very satisfied as a result of what happened.
"Okay, fine, a couple more times, just for good measure," Lois said. "But, I swear, that's all."
Clark smiled and offered a patronizing statement in response. "Sure, Lois."
This earned him a glare, and Lois grabbing his shoulder as hard as she could, even if it didn't really hurt Clark. It was the thought that counted.
"For a boy scout, you're out of this world," Lois said.
"Actually….I've been meaning to have a word to you about something," Clark said.
Lois frowned, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I think it's time for us to have the talk."
Lois almost broke out into laughter.
"Seriously?" Lois asked. "I didn't fuck your brains out that badly, did I? Because I know all about that."
"No, not that talk," Clark said. "I figure you should know everything….and I trust you'll listen to everything I have to say."
"Well, I'll make an effort for you," Lois said. "Wait, are you trying to tell me you're….not of Earth?"
She should have known no man on Earth could last that long with her and had such a big size.
"Yes, exactly," Clark said.
Lois's mouth hung open for several seconds. She almost laughed but realized he was being serious. The brunette put one finger on Clark's chest and dug in the fingernail.
"Explain."