bizarro. (alittlebizarre) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-22 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | bizarro |
Who: Bizarro and OTA.
What: After dropping Chloe off at the Hyperion, he's trying to understand exactly as to why he was motivated to do so in the first place.
Where: L.A streets.
When: Afternoon.
Rating: TBD.
He didn't understand. His intentions had been solely focused on destroying Clark Kent when he had decided to take Chloe hostage. He planned on killing Kal-El, destroying his human friend, and then...what? What was there for him to do after that? Where would he go? What plans would he make? There was no way for him to play the role of Clark Kent anymore. The sun had returned, and it exposed him for what he truly was: a monster. His flesh became distorted, his strength weakened, and he constantly seemed to have the worst of luck. It was better in the dark. That was why he wanted the sun gone. Everything would fall into place then, wouldn't it? No one would know. And he would be completely undestroyable.
He was wandering. His mind couldn't accept the fact that he had just handed the girl in like that. On any other day he would have ripped her apart and strung her insides all over the streets like decorations. But now all he felt was guilt. And an odd wave of sadness. He was sad that he had let her go. Walking under the shadowed edge of the buildings, Bizarro's face twisted into one of complete disgust. It was the humanity. He knew it. When he had absorbed Kal-El's DNA, he had taken in something else as well. His feelings. His weaknesses. They were corrupting him, and no matter what he tried there just wasn't any way that he could stop it. He was slowly turning into the same pathetic creature that he spent half his time mocking and destroying. Although, lately, it seemed as though there was a lot less of the destruction going on and just a little too much mocking. He was starting to be all talk and no walk. His stomach churned unpleasantly at the thought.
Keeping to the wall, he looked fairly normal. So Bizarro continued on, passing small coffee shops and various stores as he went. He paid no mind to the mortals that passed him. All he did was walk. And think.