We all know that Clark is nearly invincible. Kryptonite seems to be his only downfall... according to the WB. But if anyone out there has seen 'Superman II' [and I'm sure plenty of you have] you will recall that General Zod, Ursa and Non were able to hurt him [at least that's my interpretation; at the end before they travel to his fortress/home/headquarters at the North Pole(?) they're fighting on the streets of Metropolis and, though there's no sign of any physical damage, they do make faces as if there is some level of pain] because their strength matched that of his own. Now, true, they were from his own planet, but the strengths were equal. Sort of like Jean Claude Vann Damm [sorry, never spell his name right] versus Steven Segal instead of Arnold Schwarzenegger versus Steve Guttenberg [oh, SO not pretty!].
Now that we've addressed the fact that, yeah, maybe Superman/Clark Kent can be hurt [not even going into the MANY weird little contradictions in 'Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman'] this is where I have to ask the reader to maintain their suspension of disbelieve [this is 'Smallville' after all; how hard can it be if you watch the show?].
Men are strong, but their crotches are a universal weakness. Clark seems to have the same anatomy. Lexi Ashla sort of hit it when she[?] wrote that it would make sense that if it were a weak spot on Clark as well. In all three movies [I don't remember the third as much as I should, really] has Superman ever been kicked in the El gems?? I don't think so.
I just have it here that Shawn Kelvin has grown in strength. After all, he was able to throw Clark up in the air and into that plant thing at the end of the actual episode. And almost all of the villains of the week have displayed an increased dosage of strength as well as evil when exposed to Kryptonite.
Suspension of disbelief. That's what it comes down to. I beg of you to keep it ;)
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Furious
Angels
by Nymph Du Pave
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Enough Talk Already!
He woke almost instantly, his world hazy and indistinct.
Shawn's voice came through a narrow tunnel barely reaching Lex's ears. "See what happens when you fuck with me? Should have killed me when you had the chance. Like me and Mr. Luthor over there. Should have shoved my fucking fist through his chest when I had him. But no, I had to go to all the trouble of making it ultra-painful." There was an awful snicker. "Oh, you don't like that, do you, Kent? Am I making you mad, talking about putting your lover in pain." Shawn paused. "Well, you know what?"
There was another pause and Lex heard Clark groan. He tried to move, lifted his head but a black cloud threatened to take over his senses.
Why is Clark so weak? Why doesn't he just get up??
His head fell back onto the grass wondering the same thing about himself. He felt completely useless.
"Do you know what I'll do to him?" The voice was getting louder, but he wasn't sure if that was because Shawn's voice was growing in volume or his senses were coming back. "Just for you, Clark? I won't kill him. I'll let him live. But I'll break his spine in half. If that inbred shit has one."
What the fuck is it with him and the 'inbred' comments?
"I'll make it so that he lives, but is paralyzed for the rest of his worthless little life."
The was the sound of a brief struggle. "Shit!" Shawn yelled and there was a gasp that Lex knew had to be Clark's.
Lex opened his eyes and found Shawn looking at his hand incredulously. Lex couldn't tell thanks to the haze and the distance, but it looked as if Shawn was missing the last three fingers of his hand.
Lex's head felt too heavy and once again fell back.
Clark moaned and panted. "For that, Kent, you're gonna pay! But so is loverboy over there. How 'bout I make the prodigal son a retard? Huh? He'll already have a piss and shit bag, Kent, but I'll make sure he won't even know how to use the fucking thing. I'll make sure the genus Luther is nothing but a crippled vegetable. How long do you think his daddy will keep him? The unloved and unneeded corner pet? Pissing and shitting himself."
Actually, Lex thought, sobering. It would be great PR. Dad would keep me until I lost profitability.
"Or worse. Maybe Lionel'd never pull the plug." There was a thud followed by a hiss of laughter. "Oh you really like that, don't you? Lex walking around in a half house just able to remember the good old days when he could think for himself and people begged and drooled to fuck him or be fucked. He'll be a veggie till death do him and his daddy part. Really how does Lionel winning 'Best Dad of the Year' strike you, because, to me, it seems rather ironic. Your son's a fucking veggie and you let him remain that way because it never loses it's popularity. He'd always find ways to bring the bald fag back into the spotlight. Lex would never get peace and never understand why."
There were more sounds of struggle, longer this time, but Lex couldn't move his head for the life of him. Or his loved one's.
Fuck.
"I need heat now, Clark." Shawn sounded strained, like he was up against a physical challenge, a match. "Your heat. I just wanted to let you know that I'd take care of your buddy."
"Lex!" The sound of Clark's sharp gasp brought images.
---Whitney's
truck---
---Clark's
mysterious smile as he and Lex rode horses into the woods---
---A
pale, dead Clark, looking up at the world with a vacant and glassy stare---
---Clark,
tear-stained and professing his love---
---Future
entanglements: Clark and him lying together under the shade of a large
tree on a sunny, hot day; he and Clark making love in Clark's bedroom;
his fingers and mouth finding Clark's hot spots; sharing the telescope
on the roof of Luthor Manor---
---Clark's
dead eyes turning on him accusingly---
Clark was dying. This time... Was it for real?
Lex
was up on his feet before his mind could even catch up.
TBC Tomorrow...