bizarro. (alittlebizarre) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-03-28 15:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | bizarro, chloe luthor |
Who: Bizarro and Chloe.
What: Kidnapping.
When: Evening.
Where: The Luthor mansion.
Rating: TBA!
It didn't take him very long to decide that the best route for him now was to get the information he needed from Clark Kent's human friend, Chloe. The Phantom knew that Kara was a dead end, and since Lana did not seem to be much of an option, he knew that this was the only choice he had left. Clark would want to keep his friend safe - he would want to play the hero, as always, and in the end he would truly fail. Bizarro almost pitied the Kryptonian for being foolish enough to constantly put his life on the line for others. Why would one do that? Why chance losing so much? Bizarro valued his life. Obviously Kal-El was incapable of doing the same. He didn't deserve to live for being so careless, and he certainly didn't deserve it for trying to kill him twice. It was funny how people looked at him like he was some kind of wonderful being. The fact that he had been so entirely focused on killing others probably didn't even pass through their pathetic minds. He was no better than Bizarro himself, as far as he was concerned.
And that was why it only seemed right to play dirty (not that Bizarro knew much about playing in any other way). Standing outside of the highly secured home of Lex Luthor, he allowed a smirk to cross over the face that he had stolen from Clark Kent before he began walking toward the front entrance. Chloe had mentioned that she did not want a massacre if he were to take her from this place. Well, Bizarro wasn't much for following orders, was he? And that was exactly why when the guard who approached him at the door told him that he was trespassing, Bizarro reached forward, grasped onto his shirt, and hurled him over his shoulder without any trouble at all. The man sailed into the air and, even as he walked inside, he could hear the crunching sound of his body as it slammed into a tree. Grin broadening, Bizarro continued walking without picking up his pace at all. Two more men appeared at the end of the hall, and one pulled an object from his pocket and spoke into it. He was alerting the others. Good. It was time for some fun.