#herocomplex

From May 23, 2012.

Lyrics from Pesticides by Moselle

Rinn is my fave oc to give the horrors to. She's so little guy core. I scribbled the lines for this in about an hour in mspaint and then spent a week lovingly rendering it because I guess that's just who I am as a person.

“He’s very lucky Ms. Quick. If not for you he would not have made it through surgery. He lost a lot of blood, but he’s stable. “

Clark is right behind you, patting your back. The nurse walks away, and you sigh. Martha and Jonathan had spent hours trying to console you after the ordeal. Clark was the one who found you on the floor in tears after you had managed to shakily get your phone and call the police. After you were basically forced by Martha to get cleaned up, you refused to leave Lex’s side.

So they were basically taking shifts checking in on you and Lex. Lionel of course raced over the second he got news about his son, not before sending you a spiteful look. Somehow he must have concluded that it was your fault that Lex was hurt. You knew if he could he would have transported Lex to another country for treatment just to keep him away from you. The two bodyguards outside his door made that perfectly clear.

“I wanted to kill that man.”

Your tone is cold, and Clark looks down at you. If anything you expect surprise, or maybe even disappointment.

“I’m sure you don’t mean that.”

You scoff. “You don’t understand Clark, it didn’t feel like me. That person, that thing it was filled with so much rage and...and.."

“Hate.”

You swallow, looking up at him. For a moment you glance at Lex’s body that’s lying still in the bed. This could have been avoided. Had you been more confident in yourself, your powers, you could have easily saved Lex. But you were scared. With all you could do you were still scared. And now Lex is the one paying for it.

“Trust me when I say you’re not the only one who’s ever felt like that. I know that for us, it’s different. We aren’t afforded the same luxuries as other people. But it doesn’t make you any less human (Y/N). Believe me. “

You know he’s right.

Clark sends you a comforting smile, opening his arms and you move in, relaxing the minute his arms wrap around your shoulder. You had a near meltdown when you thought Lex was gone. Now that you had a little hope, you felt like you could get through it. Lex would make it.

He needed to.

“You’re not a killer.”

Those words keep running through your head. All you seem to see is Lex’s body on the floor in your arms, bleeding out. You pull out of his arms.

“I have to go.”

“(Y/N).”

You dash off, and Clark looks worried. You’re usually more careful about using your powers in public. Not just that, but for a moment, that speed reminded him a lot of Bart. 

The way he took off when he left Smallville.

“She’s getting faster.”

He knows it would have happened at some point, a part of him is concerned that you might lose yourself. The fear you showed was obvious when you told him all that took place. How can he assure you when he was still learning all that you were capable of.

It would be a journey for the both of you.

You skate to a stop when you’re in front of the barn. You scream into the air. Standing in front of a tree, you grit your teeth. With a vibrating palm, you drive it into the tree. It doesn’t feel like enough. You repeat the action, this time with both hands. You’re relentless, and it’s not long before you hear the creak as it falls to the ground. You huff, angered, frustrated, scared.

If Lex didn’t make it you weren’t sure you would either.

“Please..”

You’re at your limit of crying and begging. You just need to see him open his eyes again.

That’s your only wish.

~~~~

The week seems to pass so slowly. It’s a constant cycle. Any moment that you weren’t in class, you spent it visiting Lex at the hospital. Presently you’re sitting at his bed, holding his hand. The warmth gives you a sense of comfort.

“I’ve been helping out at the kent farm this week. Usually I’m at your place messing around, but I just have so much free time that it makes me a little anxious. I think I’m starting to drive them crazy. “ you let out a laugh, but receive none in return. This feels like how your days would be from now on.

“Lex please just...wake up..I need you too I..” you swallow the lump in your throat. Brushing your fingers over his cheek, you lean over.

“I love you Lex.”

You lean in upon saying those words, pressing a kiss to his lips, a single tear falling onto his cheek. You pull back, mustering a smile. It drops when you feel the squeeze of his hand.

“L-Lex?”

Another squeeze.

“N-NURSE!”

You’re a bit frantic, and the doors open, the woman rushing in.

“H-He responded to me he..” you turn to prove your case, and your heart has once again picked up. His eyes are opened, and he smiles at you.

“I guess you’re...one hell of a kisser.” He mumbles. You let out a laugh, shaking your head.

“It took you long enough.” He pulls you down, and you smile into this kiss, still crying. But this time the tears are for a completely different reason.

Lex is okay.

You’ve been beating around the bush since you decided to meet up with Clark today. He’s going on about something, but you can’t hear much. Finally gaining the courage, you blurt it out.

“Clark, I told him.”

“Told him?”

“I told Lex about my secret.”

You could see the change on his face.

“(Y/N)..”

“I know I know, I just felt bad okay. How can I expect him to be honest with me if I’m not honest with him?” You knew letting someone else in on such a secret was risky. With Clark he probably felt like he had to keep hiding who he was. Unlike you, he didn’t get his powers from an explosion, or the meteor shower.

“Don’t worry, I only told him about myself. Your secret is your choice Clark, no one else. Whenever you’re ready, you can tell him.” His shoulders seem to have relaxed more, and he sends you a smile.

“Well it’s Saturday, and I promised Lex I’d meet him at the Talon for coffee.”

“I’m glad you're happy (Y/N).”

"Thank you Clark."

You know more than anything, Clark is protective of you. So you're glad for his support. You know you’ve made the right call. After dealing with that issue, you’re heading to meet up with Lex. You get there, waiting, looking at your watch every few minutes at the time.

Usually he’d at least call if he wasn’t able to make it. But you hadn’t received a text or anything.

“Maybe he just forgot.”

He was a busy man, and you’d often caught him at his desk working when you visited. With a smile, you hold two cups of coffee in your hand. Why not just surprise him. You’re positive if he was consumed in some kind of work, he’d be grateful for the break.

Stepping into the mansion, you look around in confusion. There’s almost always three guards at the door. You didn’t like this. Increasing your steps, your eyes widen at the body you see on the floor. The drinks are tossed away and you run over, you check his pulse shakily. You let out a breath. It was a guard, thankfully he wasn’t dead, just unconscious. Pulling out your phone, you immediately start to dial.

“Put the phone down.” you freeze at the unknown voice.

“Drop it or I’ll drop you.”

“Okay, okay.” The item that’s pressed to your back is definitely a gun. You drop your phone and turn. The male isn’t someone you recognize. You eye him cautiously. Tall, dark hair, green eyes.

“Follow me.”

So you do. You take slow steps as he guides you into the main room of the mansion. The minute those double doors open, your heart drops. Lex is seated in his usual spot, but there is another man there with a gun of his own. The smile on the other man’s face is wide.

“Who do we have here?” He looks you over, and Lex’s body tense.

“Let her go, she’s just a maid.” The man next to him chuckles, pressing the gun to his head.

“Nice try, no way she’s just some maid.”

“John, stop playing around, we have business to do!” Your captor yells.

“Calm down Casey, let me have a little fun why don’t you. It’s not everyday we get to rob a billionaire. Especially Lex Luthor. Can you believe it?” John still has his gun pointed as he gestures to the computer laid in front of Lex.

“Get to it Luthor.”

“I’ll do this, but first you let her leave.”

“How stupid do you think I am. You really think I’ll let her go while we’re doing this.” You hear the click of his gun and you want to move, but the weapon is directly on Lex’s head. Even with your speed, you wouldn’t make it if he pulled the trigger. You know Lex’ recognizes that. It’s why you’re a little pissed that he’s trying so hard to get you out of there. He was the one in the most danger in this situation.

“Transfer the money Lex, or my friend here will put a bullet in your little girlfriend. “ Lex’s jaw is clenched.

“Alright.”

You really wish Clark was here, or you had some type of distraction. If you could just get him a few meters away from Lex you could easily take him. In this instance, you may have to be your own hero today.

“You must think we’re dumb too, like hell are you gonna just let us leave once you have the money. “ Lex’s eyes hardened at you. You know he’s against whatever it is you’re about to do.

“(Y/N)!!”

John laughs. “No, let her talk, what exactly do you think is gonna happen sweetheart’” He moves from his spot, trailing closer to you. Casey looks a bit pissed.

“Would you stop screwing around, get the money!”

“Wait, I want to hear this. “

Despite the rapid increase of your heart, you will yourself to keep going. “I’ve already seen your faces, and I know your name.” Your eyes stay firmly planted on him.

“That’s right, just a little closer. "

He watches you for a second, then looks back at Lex. “ Are you planning something?” You tense.

“N-No you dumbass, didn’t you hear me!” He paces back to Lex.

“Let’s see how big your mouth is gonna be now. You barely have time to process anything because he’s too close, way too close to Lex, and that’s when you hear the gunshot. Lex’s body hits the ground and your body has gone completely still. There’s blood.

So much blood.

“You...shot him. “

He’s now standing at a distance, laughing at Lex’s body on the floor.

“You never should have-” You aren’t sure why, but you suddenly feel weightless. The next few steps that you take, the man behind you is thrown back. His body hits the wall, and you hear a pained grunt. The one in front of you looks completely terrified.

“W-What the hell!” you're in front of him before he can fire his gun, He still takes a shot, but every bullet goes through your vibrating body, hitting the wall. When he runs out, he backs up, stricken with fear. You walk slowly, painfully slow, each step is like another taunt. You raise a hand, and it’s the only thing vibrating now.

“You killed him..” John’s back is against the wall, hands raised,

“L-Listen okay I’m sorry it wasn’t personal I was just-

“Not personal.”

You tilt your head, and his fear increases tenfold at the dangerous red glow that is now reflected in your eyes.

“This is personal.”

Your distorted voice echoes as you move to drive your palm right into his chest.

You halt when a hand grabs your wrist. You turn your head, teeth clenched tight.

“Lex..”

He’s standing upright, and his lower abdomen is stained with blood. You blink a few times, and you guess whatever had scared John so much is gone, because Lex wears a weak smile as he places a hand on your cheek.

“You’re not a killer, so stop...please…”

The pain is clear on his face. And the second you blink, he can no longer support himself. His body gives out and you rush forward, grabbing him as you slide to the floor. John is too afraid to move. Still terrified, possibly in shock from how close he’d come to being impaled.