Kryptonian Nature - Part 10

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The conclusion...

The plan to rescue Ollie and Chloe was a fairly straightforward one. Clark sent Kara to retrieve the rest of the bro’s from the league while he scanned the building below. It was a two-story structure, no underground rooms. Clark was unable to see into certain rooms due to being covered in lead paint, and since neither Ollie nor Chloe were in any of the visible rooms, Clark assumed they were being held where he couldn’t see them.

One thing he could see rather clearly, however, were the walls. They were veined with liquefied Kryptonite, making it foolish for him to even consider going down there to fight. Both he and Kara would be weaker than newborn babies if exposed to the liquefied meteorites, so he decided to stay in the air, where he’d be safe.

Kara flew in, carrying a Hummer that she sat down outside of the building and then flew to a place beside Clark. He couldn’t look at her, and now he understood why she’d been so reluctant to allow him to regain his memories. He wished he hadn’t gotten them back himself, and thought it may be worth getting recaptured by Alpha if it meant losing his memories of the past few weeks.

“Kal-El?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me?”

He looked over at her. “Of course not! Why would you think that?”

“Because…I was smarter, and I let you…”

“You didn’t know, Kara,” Clark said. “I love you. You’re family.”

She nodded, looking only partly convinced, and still hurting. He wanted to hold out a hand, but the idea of touching her was just too much at that moment.

“I don’t hate you. I…”

“A little help?” Victor asked.

Clark saw Victor looking up at him. Focusing his eyes, Clark used his heat vision to demolish a nearby wall, exposing one of the rooms that was impossible to see into.

****

The effort it took to constantly self-heal left Chloe feeling weak. It didn’t surprise her. She hadn’t been given anything for fuel. No food, no water. The cutting of the blade was almost becoming old hat, and the only thing that was comforting to Chloe was knowing that there would be no scars to remind her of this hell.

“Do you think he’ll walk right into a trap to rescue you?” the man named Alpha said.

“What?”

“You called for him,” Alpha clarified. “Do you think he’d walk into a Kryptonite-rigged building to save you?”

There were soldiers lining the walls, as well as the hallway. Five stood beside Chloe, lazily pulling the scalpel across Chloe’s skin, a bored look on her face.

“I didn’t,” Chloe said, horrified. Clark would risk his life for her, especially in this state of reduced mental capacity. He was so innocent. He wouldn’t know how to deal with the situation, and if he got recaptured it’d be all her fault. What was worse, she hadn’t even been aware of calling for him.

“Oh, but you did,” Alpha said smugly. He reached out for her sweat-covered head, and she turned away from his touch.

“Don’t touch me. You disgust me,” Chloe hissed. The constant pain inflicted by Five had been going on for hours, and Chloe was now seriously testy. Her annoyance was tripled when Alpha laughed, leaned over, and ran his tongue up the side of her face.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned in her ear. “If you were my woman, and you soon will be, I would fuck you as hard as Mr. Queen did in the elevator of his apartment.”

He’d been watching them, and that chilled Chloe. Not because of being watched, but because this man was good enough to circumvent Ollie’s considerable security measures without Ollie ever being aware of it.

Alpha’s hand was straggling dangerously close to her breasts when the wall of her torture chamber exploded, sending debris flying past her. Five gave a small cry as a piece of something sliced across her face. Actually, her entire face looked like a bloody mess by the time she hit the floor, eyes closed, unconscious. Green liquefied Kryptonite sprayed from tubes set into the walls, sluicing over Chloe, and sinking into her skin. She felt herself strengthen as she took strength from it. Her newest wounds, mostly created by the exploding wall, sealed closed faster than any wounds she’d sustained since she arrived.

The room was filled with dust and smoke, and the sound of gunfire. Several people cried out in pain as something red flashed past. Bart… One face loomed out of the darkness over her. Looking up, she saw that it was A.C., smiling down at her.

“Hey, Chloe,” he said. “Hang tight, I’ll get you out of here.”

****

Dawn was coming and Chloe, freshly scrubbed from the shower, paced Martha Kent’s warmly lit living room. Clark Kent stood at the windows, arms crossed. It was killing him not to be able to help with the action, but Ollie had garnered more help in the form of Dinah Lance and the Martian Manhunter.

“Clark, try to calm down and not be so upset,” Martha said.

“Not be upset?” Clark asked incredulously. “Mom, they turned me into a low brow, cousin-lovin’ caveman and you’re telling me not to be upset?”

“I’m just saying you need to keep your cool. Clark, you could lose your temper and very easily kill those men.”

“I’m not seeing a problem with that,” he snarled.

“Clark Kent!” Martha said in shock.

“Kal-El” he shouted at her, his nostrils flaring. “They took everything that matters to me away. They took my mind, they took my life, my manhood, and they turned me into a…mom, I fell in love with my own cousin because of them! How would you feel if that happened to you?”

“I can’t begin to imagine, Clark,” Martha said. She cautiously approached her massive son, whose chest was heaving with hurt and anger. “I can’t imagine. I do know that time is a great equalizer, and if you kill these men you’ll never forgive yourself. If you think you feel bad now, imagine how you’ll feel when you’re calm, when you’ve had time to breathe and think? Please, Clark, think before you act. Rule your strength with your mind, not your passions.”

Clark backed away from her, but bumped into Chloe.

“Clark, your mother’s right. I want them to pay, too, but you have to do this the right way.”

“What way is that? Should I take them to the police so they can show proof of what Kara and I are? There is no justice outside of what I deal out to them.”

“Fine. Kill them then,” Chloe said, shrugging as though it didn’t matter.

“Chloe,” Martha said uneasily.

“No, really. Go on and kill them. Why stop there? Why not kill everyone who does something wrong? After all, you’re a god among us simple mortals, right? Play judge, jury, and executioner.”

Clark turned away, looking bitter. Chloe touched his shoulder.

“They tortured me, Clark. I want them to pay for that too, but not with death. I’m better than them. So are you, but you can only prove that by behaving better than they are.”

“So what’s your plan?”

“Talk to Ollie, see what he wants to do.”

“And if his plan is to execute them?”

“Then you step in and stop him, and make him come up with something better,” Chloe said.

Clark was silent for a long time, watching the watery, weak light of day half-heartedly illuminate the snow-covered world outside the living room window.

“Fine. I’m going to talk to Ollie.”

“Take me with you.”

“I will, but not right now. Right now I have to talk to Kara.”

“Okay, but come back for me. I can’t wait to fly with you.”

Clark smiled down at her. “I’ll always come back for you.”

Kissing her lightly on the forehead, Clark took a step back. In the blink of an eye he was gone.

****

Kara was floating above the clouds, soaking up the sun, while below her the clouds churned angrily and threatened to spew more snow onto the world below. She jumped when she realized Clark was beside her.

“Ready for that talk?” Clark asked.

“No. I never want to talk about it again.”

“We have to.”

“What is there to say, Kal-El? We crossed a line we never should have crossed.”

“Because we didn’t know who we were.”

“You think its over, don’t you?”

Clark frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You really need to get friendly with the Fortress of Solitude, Clark. It could educate you on Kryptonian physiology. I don’t know about with other species, but when Kryptonians have sex with one another they form a chemical bond. We become mates on a cellular level and once that bonding happens, it can’t be undone. Not on our own.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means we’ll still desire one another. We’ll fight it, we’ll be disgusted by it, but it’ll be a powerful need.”

Clark tasted bile at the back of his throat. “You said it couldn’t be undone on our own. Who could help us?”

“The Manhunter may be able to undo our mistake, with help from Jor-El. That’s a big ‘may,’ Kal-El, and it’ll take time.”

“We have to try. I love you, Kara, but you’re—”

“Ditto,” she said quickly.

Clark fell silent, and found his eyes drinking in the way the sunlight seemed to run like liquid gold down the swell of her breast and into her cleavage—

“We’re finding J’onn now,” he said, and Kara, who’d felt his desires, nodded.

“Right. Let’s go.”

Together, the two of them swooped down through the stormy clouds, heading for Metropolis, where Ollie was interrogating the scientists who’d captured them. He stopped only long enough to keep one promise—to pick up Chloe.

****

Two days later

Chloe stood before the observation window in Ollie’s lab. Ten scientists, the founders of the Shadow Society, milled about, some looking bored, some looking panicked. Five’s face was wrapped in bandages. The woman had had the nerve to ask Chloe to heal her. Chloe had responded by reaching out with a hand adding another ugly tear to the woman’s face.

Ollie had pulled her away, then, looking at her in shocked concern, and now they stood watching Five dab at the blood that poured from the new wound on her face.

“I never dreamed you’d do something like that.”

“That bitch tortured me. She cut on me for hours, Ollie, and then had the audacity to ask me to heal her? Fuck her.”

Ollie reached out to Chloe, pulling her close.

“I wanted to kill her.”

“I’ve felt like that before,” Ollie said. “For all your talk to Clark about being better—”

“It was just a cut—”

“It’s the worst gash she’s got on her face, Chloe. Not even surgery will fix it. Not that she’ll be having surgery any time soon.”

“I won’t heal her.”

“I won’t ask you do, and I don’t blame you for refusing. Just…no more damage, okay?”

Chloe nodded against his shoulder. Chloe enjoyed his scent, and the feel of his body against hers. “We’re all such a mess. You, me, Clark and Kara. Especially Clark and Kara.”

“J’onn will sort them out at the Fortress. They’ll overcome this.”

“And us?” Chloe asked. “What'll we do about them?”

“I haven't figured them out yet,” Ollie said honestly. “I'll think of something, though. As for you, I want you in Star City, with me. Come home with me Chloe. We’re too good together to be apart.”

She squeezed him, and he knew her answer in that moment.

“But you won’t, will you?”

“My place is here, at Isis. I have a lot of work to do with meteor freaks. And besides…I’m going to write my own column, and publish it. Just because the doors of the Daily Planet are closed to me right now, doesn’t mean I have to give up my writing.”

“Who’ll publish you?”

“I was hoping my rich boyfriend would help me there. I could open a small press in the floor above the office.”

“You’ll have to put out for that,” Ollie said.

Chloe laughed. “I’d put out for you anyway.”

“Consider it done. What will your column be called?”

“I was thinking…the Eye of the Storm.”

“You sense a storm coming?”

Chloe kissed him softly. “The storm is here, Ollie. It’ll get worse before it gets better.”

Ollie kissed Chloe slowly and deeply. “It will get better, Chloe, with people like you, Clark, the Justice League, all working together. We’ll make it better.”

Chloe nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Think we can make it, living in two different cities?”

Ollie shrugged. “I don’t know, but we’re damn sure going to try.”

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