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Title: Invincible
Pairing: Cless! Starts off Clois, though.
Rating: PG-13 (...cause I'm paranoid.)
Summary: When Lex finds a way to bring back his memories, and his half-sister, he remembers Superman’s identity. And what’s the best way to stop a hero? Kill the person they love the most. With Lois gone, Tess must help Clark to become the hero he was meant to be.
So...yeah. I’m attempting to write a Cless story.
It starts after the Finale and goes on from there, and it will probably be somewhat long. I hope you all like it~
This is my first real attempt at writing fanfiction, so... comments are appreciated.
Note: at the beginning of each chapter, I’m going to post song lyrics. Feel free to guess what song they are from~
Chapter 1 .....
Your promises, they look like lies,
Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife.
I promise you, promise you. I am finally free. .....
There was darkness closing in around her, and pain, but Tess knew that she had done the right thing. She’d saved Clark by taking Lex’s memories of the Blur’s identity, and everything else that made Lex who he was. And the agony of the knife in her body was slowly fading, replaced by... nothing. Just darkness. Peace.
Freedom.
Her only regret was that she hadn’t been able to say goodbye to anyone. The justice league, for one. Oliver. Chloe. Emil. Even Lois. They’d accepted her, eventually, and let her be part of the team. She’d found her redemption there, she’d thought. But mostly, she wanted to see Clark again. She wanted to let him know what his support had meant to her, after all she’d done. But her Luthor heritage had won out- she wasn’t destined to be one of the heroes. And since she had tried, there was nowhere else to go but into death.
Clark... you meant more to me than anyone. I did this for you.
Then there were only shadows and nothingness.
.........
He looked out at a broken, twisted sky, orange and red and black. Shadows played across the clouds and it looked like embers were glowing in the heavens. A dark, unknown... something covered the sun, and he couldn’t help thinking it must be a planet. But... that would be impossible... wouldn’t it?
...How did I get here?
The man stumbled back from the window, wanting to turn away from the wrongness of the fiery light outside and yet somehow fascinated. Tearing his gaze away from the unnatural sky, he found himself in an office of some kind, in front of a desk.
...Who am I?
Off-balance but refusing to panic, he looked down at the desk. There was a small, crumpled piece of paper lying in front of him, looking like someone had written on it very quickly and urgently. And what scared him was that somehow, even though he’d never even seen the note before, he knew it was his handwriting.
Your name is Lex Luthor, it read. Your memories were removed by a neurotoxin. Go to the Luthor mansion in Smallville. Under it is a lab, a branch of 33.1, where you will find all the answers you need.
By the end of the note the handwriting seemed to trail off, like whoever was writing had stopped before they could quite finish. And it was clear to Lex that it must have been him who wrote the note, in order to try to help himself after his memory was gone. But... how did he know he was going to lose his memory? And why did he have so little time to write the note?
Still a bit disoriented, Lex headed to the door. The best thing now would be to listen to his former self and find this lab under the Luthor mansion. If there was any chance that he could get his memories back, he would. As he walked around the desk and across the room, he stopped short at the sight of someone lying on the ground in front of him. With that much blood gone, he knew there was no way the woman could be alive. Still, something about her seemed... familiar. The red-haired woman was almost certainly connected to his past- he just had no idea how, or why.
Without really thinking about it, Lex hit a button on the side of his desk.
Huh...I guess the things I knew are still in there, somewhere.
The button was probably some sort of buzzer or alert. Sure enough, less than a minute later the door to the office opened and a tall, powerful-looking man walked through. His dark hair was cut like he was in the military, and as he entered he glanced down at the woman’s body but made no outward sign that it was anything out of the ordinary. “Mr. Luthor?” he inquired. “You called?”
Apparently, I have minions...
“Yes,” Lex replied, his voice automatically sounding businesslike and confident. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need to actually call the man by his name during the conversation. “I need to get to 33.1, under the Luthor mansion.”
He glanced down at the woman on the floor. “And bring her body,” he added.
Pairing: Cless! Starts off Clois, though.
Rating: PG-13 (...cause I'm paranoid.)
Summary: When Lex finds a way to bring back his memories, and his half-sister, he remembers Superman’s identity. And what’s the best way to stop a hero? Kill the person they love the most. With Lois gone, Tess must help Clark to become the hero he was meant to be.
So...yeah. I’m attempting to write a Cless story.
It starts after the Finale and goes on from there, and it will probably be somewhat long. I hope you all like it~
This is my first real attempt at writing fanfiction, so... comments are appreciated.
Note: at the beginning of each chapter, I’m going to post song lyrics. Feel free to guess what song they are from~
Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife.
I promise you, promise you.
There was darkness closing in around her, and pain, but Tess knew that she had done the right thing. She’d saved Clark by taking Lex’s memories of the Blur’s identity, and everything else that made Lex who he was. And the agony of the knife in her body was slowly fading, replaced by... nothing. Just darkness. Peace.
Freedom.
Her only regret was that she hadn’t been able to say goodbye to anyone. The justice league, for one. Oliver. Chloe. Emil. Even Lois. They’d accepted her, eventually, and let her be part of the team. She’d found her redemption there, she’d thought. But mostly, she wanted to see Clark again. She wanted to let him know what his support had meant to her, after all she’d done. But her Luthor heritage had won out- she wasn’t destined to be one of the heroes. And since she had tried, there was nowhere else to go but into death.
Clark... you meant more to me than anyone. I did this for you.
Then there were only shadows and nothingness.
.........
He looked out at a broken, twisted sky, orange and red and black. Shadows played across the clouds and it looked like embers were glowing in the heavens. A dark, unknown... something covered the sun, and he couldn’t help thinking it must be a planet. But... that would be impossible... wouldn’t it?
...How did I get here?
The man stumbled back from the window, wanting to turn away from the wrongness of the fiery light outside and yet somehow fascinated. Tearing his gaze away from the unnatural sky, he found himself in an office of some kind, in front of a desk.
...Who am I?
Off-balance but refusing to panic, he looked down at the desk. There was a small, crumpled piece of paper lying in front of him, looking like someone had written on it very quickly and urgently. And what scared him was that somehow, even though he’d never even seen the note before, he knew it was his handwriting.
Your name is Lex Luthor, it read. Your memories were removed by a neurotoxin. Go to the Luthor mansion in Smallville. Under it is a lab, a branch of 33.1, where you will find all the answers you need.
By the end of the note the handwriting seemed to trail off, like whoever was writing had stopped before they could quite finish. And it was clear to Lex that it must have been him who wrote the note, in order to try to help himself after his memory was gone. But... how did he know he was going to lose his memory? And why did he have so little time to write the note?
Still a bit disoriented, Lex headed to the door. The best thing now would be to listen to his former self and find this lab under the Luthor mansion. If there was any chance that he could get his memories back, he would. As he walked around the desk and across the room, he stopped short at the sight of someone lying on the ground in front of him. With that much blood gone, he knew there was no way the woman could be alive. Still, something about her seemed... familiar. The red-haired woman was almost certainly connected to his past- he just had no idea how, or why.
Without really thinking about it, Lex hit a button on the side of his desk.
Huh...I guess the things I knew are still in there, somewhere.
The button was probably some sort of buzzer or alert. Sure enough, less than a minute later the door to the office opened and a tall, powerful-looking man walked through. His dark hair was cut like he was in the military, and as he entered he glanced down at the woman’s body but made no outward sign that it was anything out of the ordinary. “Mr. Luthor?” he inquired. “You called?”
Apparently, I have minions...
“Yes,” Lex replied, his voice automatically sounding businesslike and confident. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need to actually call the man by his name during the conversation. “I need to get to 33.1, under the Luthor mansion.”
He glanced down at the woman on the floor. “And bring her body,” he added.
..Lex will do that...I hope..
I'm loving the premise of the story so far. Good job!
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