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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,593
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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“Provehito in altum : launch into the deep”
Chapter two (rated NC-17)
“Provehito in altum : launch into the deep”
A/N: WARNING: EXPLICIT VIOLENCE (as for my taste), so children out.
Done like hundreds of voting I TV guide poll, spread the news across the internet, so now I think I’m entitled to give an update.
The words given in italics comes from a song, I don’t know the author or the title, but the lines are definitely not mine.
Comments highly appreciated.
XXX
Pitch black. She tried to recognize her situation despite a cloth fastened around her head.
The smell she hadn’t been able to recognize at first. Now she knew that it was a smell of vomits and faeces. The smell of human’s fear.
Lying still was the best policy. She was lying then, handcuffed to the bed, naked and wet. She didn’t know whether she was trembling from the bitter cold or the constant screams she heard.
She had already learned that it was no use to scream or struggle. The more they struggled, the more injections they got. Bad move. No drugs, one need to stay focus to survive.
She tried to speak calmly, tried to convince them that every member of Justice League had known she came here. A weak bluff. In fact, nobody knew. Not even Jimmy. The only thing she could pray for was that Kent would somehow figure out that she “borrowed” his story and went on haunting all by herself.
She resisted the urge to pee. She would not let them to see she had spouted herself.
She heard that again. The girl next to her started whimpering again, begging for mercy. The response was another electricity shock.
As they threw her on a floor, wet from the cold water she felt some kind of relief. She knew the auction was ended. She was bought.
She felt noxious, no use of vomiting since she had already vomited. She felt a warm streamlet going down her tight.
XXX
The woman in the mirror was staring at her with wide eyes.
She reached her zipper, the skirt went down on the bathroom floor. She wore nothing then but a bra now and a couple of bruises. She stood back from the circle of clothes and leaned against the cool wall, lighting her cigarette. She kept inhaling the toxic smoke as she rubbed her thighs together subconsciously, only to feel the sticky mess between them. The vivid evidence of lust and possessive instincts. Everybody had been marked that night, so she decided not to have a shower in order to keep her marks on her. She earned it.
“Since when you are into such basic instincts Lane?” She shrugged, than stood up and reached for a cotton underwear.
” Sitting here won’t help you to deal with this.”She ensure herself putting on an old pair of jeans.
XXX
She was starring at two big man. They had those marks on their body.
She felt the blood poundering in her ears. A sudden rush of adrenaline, and fear. There doors were locked, not a living soul within two miles, no use of the gun for them.
She knew there was no way she could escape from them this time…
Suddenly, he saw one of the aggressors pinned to the wall. No… what she saw was a mass of blooded limbs shaking in pre-death colvulsions. The man probably hadn’t even noticed what hit him.
“MY SPINE!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SPINE!!!!!!” She turned her head hearing those yell.
She saw the other man on he’s knees. Then she saw Kent holding man’s arm’s in a one-hand tight grip, te other hand holding man’s back while standing of man’s legs.
“I’m holding it” Kent pulled man’s spine a little bit higher and Lois could hear man’s bones cracking. “Who do you belong to?”
“She heard this strange language again. The man tried to say something, but it seemed like Kent didn’t like what he heard, so the words turned into a yell.
It wasn’t the yell, it wasn’t even a shriek, it was more like a howl.
And the it stopped and the man’s body fell on the concrete.
XXX
“I don’t get it Lane, since when you’ ve become stupid?! I told you to stay in the apartment until we clean up the mess.” The tone of his voice was harsh , but she caught the glimpse of concern in his eyes.
Cleaning up a mess… that’s what they called getting rid of the bodies.
“It’s a matter of launching into the deep. Journalism and that kind of stuff”. She put her hands to her pockets in searching for her cigarettes. She realized that the whole manifest about the job’s ethic sounded rather lame.
“This is not an Intergang’s fight club. It’s a regular war.” He felt the blood ringing in his ears. He hadn’t gotten so annoyed with her in a very long time. His eyes widened with anger.
“Tell me something I haven’t figured out myself already.” She murmured lighting her cigarette. “Enlighten me then, Smallville!” She sounds histerical now.
Despite the sunshine the temperature was below average. Dressed only in her leather jacket and a tank top, she pretends to shiver from cold. He reached to touch her high cheekbone, then drew a line with his thumb between her lip and her ear.
“If he does it again, it would become a habit.” She did this mental note.
“You became visible to them. You must learn how to recognize them or else you won’t be even able to find out what hits you.” He tried to enlighten her the. “They may look like humans but they are not them… “
He really tried to enlighten her.
What exactly he expects to hear from her? Was he trying to justify himself? To justify his actions? She didn’t need him to repent in sackcloth and ashes. He did what he did and she saw what she saw. She wasn’t sorry for any one of them Meteofreaks… Biological Anormal Organisms… she corrected herself, as she remembered that he was one of them.
“You are not a unique and beautiful snow flake, Clark. You are the same organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same universe.”
Instead…
”I guess the intervention of the brooding farmboy isn’t over, huh? You are not a f*cking hero Kent, more an assassin. If you want me to sit and stare at you and the rest of your companions cleaning the whole so-called mess, then you will be the one unable to find out what hit you, despite your deathly abilities,”
…she heard herself saying those lines she didn’t really want to say, the lines you are not supposed say cause you don’t kick someone who’s already lying.
Silence. Another day in Metropolis. People are walking the crowded street, Sun is still shining, only the colors that you shine are different.
“I’ll tell somebody to keep an eye on you. You will be safe.” He stated.
“As you opened the door you stepped inside. And the pain you feel is the white ball of healing light… I don’t think so.”
She watched him turning back. Leaving her slowly, reluctantly.
“This isn’t a seminar, this isn’t the weekend retreat. Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom would be like. Nothing is static. Everything is falling apart.”
He’s tall posture heading above the crowd.
“Only after disaster we can be resurrected. This is your life. It doesn’t get better than this.”
He looked back.
XXX
“Provehito in altum : launch into the deep”
A/N: WARNING: EXPLICIT VIOLENCE (as for my taste), so children out.
Done like hundreds of voting I TV guide poll, spread the news across the internet, so now I think I’m entitled to give an update.
The words given in italics comes from a song, I don’t know the author or the title, but the lines are definitely not mine.
Comments highly appreciated.
XXX
Pitch black. She tried to recognize her situation despite a cloth fastened around her head.
The smell she hadn’t been able to recognize at first. Now she knew that it was a smell of vomits and faeces. The smell of human’s fear.
Lying still was the best policy. She was lying then, handcuffed to the bed, naked and wet. She didn’t know whether she was trembling from the bitter cold or the constant screams she heard.
She had already learned that it was no use to scream or struggle. The more they struggled, the more injections they got. Bad move. No drugs, one need to stay focus to survive.
She tried to speak calmly, tried to convince them that every member of Justice League had known she came here. A weak bluff. In fact, nobody knew. Not even Jimmy. The only thing she could pray for was that Kent would somehow figure out that she “borrowed” his story and went on haunting all by herself.
She resisted the urge to pee. She would not let them to see she had spouted herself.
She heard that again. The girl next to her started whimpering again, begging for mercy. The response was another electricity shock.
As they threw her on a floor, wet from the cold water she felt some kind of relief. She knew the auction was ended. She was bought.
She felt noxious, no use of vomiting since she had already vomited. She felt a warm streamlet going down her tight.
XXX
The woman in the mirror was staring at her with wide eyes.
She reached her zipper, the skirt went down on the bathroom floor. She wore nothing then but a bra now and a couple of bruises. She stood back from the circle of clothes and leaned against the cool wall, lighting her cigarette. She kept inhaling the toxic smoke as she rubbed her thighs together subconsciously, only to feel the sticky mess between them. The vivid evidence of lust and possessive instincts. Everybody had been marked that night, so she decided not to have a shower in order to keep her marks on her. She earned it.
“Since when you are into such basic instincts Lane?” She shrugged, than stood up and reached for a cotton underwear.
” Sitting here won’t help you to deal with this.”She ensure herself putting on an old pair of jeans.
XXX
She was starring at two big man. They had those marks on their body.
She felt the blood poundering in her ears. A sudden rush of adrenaline, and fear. There doors were locked, not a living soul within two miles, no use of the gun for them.
She knew there was no way she could escape from them this time…
Suddenly, he saw one of the aggressors pinned to the wall. No… what she saw was a mass of blooded limbs shaking in pre-death colvulsions. The man probably hadn’t even noticed what hit him.
“MY SPINE!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SPINE!!!!!!” She turned her head hearing those yell.
She saw the other man on he’s knees. Then she saw Kent holding man’s arm’s in a one-hand tight grip, te other hand holding man’s back while standing of man’s legs.
“I’m holding it” Kent pulled man’s spine a little bit higher and Lois could hear man’s bones cracking. “Who do you belong to?”
“She heard this strange language again. The man tried to say something, but it seemed like Kent didn’t like what he heard, so the words turned into a yell.
It wasn’t the yell, it wasn’t even a shriek, it was more like a howl.
And the it stopped and the man’s body fell on the concrete.
XXX
“I don’t get it Lane, since when you’ ve become stupid?! I told you to stay in the apartment until we clean up the mess.” The tone of his voice was harsh , but she caught the glimpse of concern in his eyes.
Cleaning up a mess… that’s what they called getting rid of the bodies.
“It’s a matter of launching into the deep. Journalism and that kind of stuff”. She put her hands to her pockets in searching for her cigarettes. She realized that the whole manifest about the job’s ethic sounded rather lame.
“This is not an Intergang’s fight club. It’s a regular war.” He felt the blood ringing in his ears. He hadn’t gotten so annoyed with her in a very long time. His eyes widened with anger.
“Tell me something I haven’t figured out myself already.” She murmured lighting her cigarette. “Enlighten me then, Smallville!” She sounds histerical now.
Despite the sunshine the temperature was below average. Dressed only in her leather jacket and a tank top, she pretends to shiver from cold. He reached to touch her high cheekbone, then drew a line with his thumb between her lip and her ear.
“If he does it again, it would become a habit.” She did this mental note.
“You became visible to them. You must learn how to recognize them or else you won’t be even able to find out what hits you.” He tried to enlighten her the. “They may look like humans but they are not them… “
He really tried to enlighten her.
What exactly he expects to hear from her? Was he trying to justify himself? To justify his actions? She didn’t need him to repent in sackcloth and ashes. He did what he did and she saw what she saw. She wasn’t sorry for any one of them Meteofreaks… Biological Anormal Organisms… she corrected herself, as she remembered that he was one of them.
“You are not a unique and beautiful snow flake, Clark. You are the same organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same universe.”
Instead…
”I guess the intervention of the brooding farmboy isn’t over, huh? You are not a f*cking hero Kent, more an assassin. If you want me to sit and stare at you and the rest of your companions cleaning the whole so-called mess, then you will be the one unable to find out what hit you, despite your deathly abilities,”
…she heard herself saying those lines she didn’t really want to say, the lines you are not supposed say cause you don’t kick someone who’s already lying.
Silence. Another day in Metropolis. People are walking the crowded street, Sun is still shining, only the colors that you shine are different.
“I’ll tell somebody to keep an eye on you. You will be safe.” He stated.
“As you opened the door you stepped inside. And the pain you feel is the white ball of healing light… I don’t think so.”
She watched him turning back. Leaving her slowly, reluctantly.
“This isn’t a seminar, this isn’t the weekend retreat. Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom would be like. Nothing is static. Everything is falling apart.”
He’s tall posture heading above the crowd.
“Only after disaster we can be resurrected. This is your life. It doesn’t get better than this.”
He looked back.
XXX