That Which Does Not Kill Us… - Bizarroe - Chlark - NC-17 - 02/04
Title: That Which Does Not Kill Us…
Author: ivorykiss
Characters: Bizarro, Chloe, Clark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, violence, angst, hurt/comfort
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: I don’t own them. That makes me sad.
A/N: A sequel to Every Last Twisted One Of Them. Please pay attention to the warnings. Comments, critiques always welcome.
Previous: Part One
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Chloe shivered uncontrollably and oblivion beckoned. Her vision was graying at the edges and she slammed her head back against the wall, trying to focus on something else besides the dark fire that threatened to consume her.
She ached all over. The bite on her shoulder, the one on her breast burned.
Her sex burned.
God, she could still feel him inside her. Chloe sobbed; she could smell him all over her, still hear the soft rain of buttons dancing across the floor as he ripped open her shirt, and the laughing echo of his taunts as he shoved her against the wall.
“His memories don’t do you justice. Let’s see if his fantasies do.”
Chloe inched over to the counter and pulled herself up, panting with the effort. She wanted to crawl into the shower and stay for days but…
If Bizarro was telling the truth, Clark was somewhere out there immobilized by a chunk of green kryptonite… and oh god; Clark could die.
Clark had died too many times on her already and she’d be damned if he’d do it again.
Chloe grabbed her keys off the counter and winced as she hobbled towards the door. She felt a warm rush of liquid coating her thighs as she tugged her down her skirt and grabbed her jacket.
A sob escaped her as she threw her coat over her ruined bra and shirt.
Clark couldn’t die. She needed him. The world needed him, especially with this bizarre version of himself running loose.
Chloe steeled herself and leaned against the wall as she staggered down the Talon apartment’s stairway. She stumbled to her Yaris and had to use both trembling hands to get the key in the ignition.
Finally the little car started and she drove as fast as she dared, thankful that it was still early morning and the streets of Smallville were empty and quiet. She pushed her little car to its limits as she sped to the Kent farm.
Gravel sprayed as she stopped in the driveway and Chloe winced as she scrambled out of her car.
“Clark!” she yelled as she looked around her. The house was dark. The barn was dark.
She heard a whine and Shelby appeared at the barn doors. He barked at her once and disappeared back inside.
Chloe stumbled towards the barn and a gasp escaped her as she saw the destruction inside.
It looked like a bomb had detonated. Everything was chaos. The perpetually broken down tractor had a huge dent in the middle and turned upside down. Farm equipment and hay were scattered everywhere, boards and planks were splintered and broken.
She heard Shelby barking from upstairs and she shouted for Clark again as she lurched towards the remains of the loft stairs.
Chloe gasped and ran to him when she saw him crumpled on the floor, one leg angled awkwardly under him, shirtless, his jeans and boxers shoved down his thighs.
She sobbed and tears blurred her vision as she fell to her knees next to him, but she could still see the dried blood that coated his face, his chest.
He wasn’t breathing and he was pale, so pale despite the dried blood that coated him; his skin a sickly ashen grey with odd symbols that she recognized as Kryptonian carved randomly into his skin and the poisonous dark greenish black lines radiating from his side reached horrifyingly near his heart.
“Oh, Clark,” she whispered as she pushed him over on his side with all her strength. Another sob escaped her and fresh blood coated her fingers as she clawed at the chunk of green kryptonite embedded into his side.
It took her several tries, but she managed to get the offending shard out and threw it as far from them as she could. She hooked her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and ignored the burn and aches in her own body as she slowly dragged him closer to the loft window.
She couldn’t stop the tears as she pulled and tugged at him. Chloe trembled with exhaustion and she finally managed to cradle his head and upper body in her lap.
She wanted to scream, but the only sound that escaped her was a soft moan as she rocked him slowly.
And waited for the sun to rise.
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