Cary Clarke (notbald) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-10-29 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !halloween, !plot week, cary clarke |
Who: Cary Clarke and the people of Metropolis
When: Saturday, October 29
Where: Metropolis; Lex's place.
What: Cary gets his comeuppance.
Rating: Solid 'R' for death.
After the mortifying nightmare of a week spent in blue spandex, Cary had stripped off the Superman costume and had burned it in Lex's fireplace. The act of destruction didn't make the skin-crawling memory go away, but at least it brought a sense of closure. That wasn't who he was; he didn't make selfless sacrifices. He didn't give people the opportunity to take advantage of him. From there, it had been a week of terrible, glorious choices. Harassing an editor at the Daily Planet that he'd managed to bribe once. Buying out small companies to gut and resell at a profit. Reminding the low-level crime in the city that he was really in charge. It was rotten, but each and every act brought him something - control or wealth - and with each day Cary felt a little more like he'd regained the reins of his life. By Thursday, he started to feel the eyes - unfriendly, watchful eyes. Couldn't be Superchick. She seemed incapable of leaving him be when she even suspected he might be up to no good. The people of Metropolis sometimes stared, but that was because they saw Lex Luthor, wealthy businessman, and not a skinny computer-programming hipster. If there was any hate, it was because of some business decision, not because they knew what Cary got up to in his spare time. Or so he thought. By Friday, some of the locals had turned hostile. One lobbed a plastic Coke bottle at the back of his head as he waited for his car. Two others tried to corner him outside of Lexcorp until a security guard intervened. On Saturday, Cary woke to a mob outside of Lex's apartment building. It took doing to break down heavily reinforced glass doors, push past a private security force, steal the keys, and then cram into an elevator for a ride up to the penthouse. By the time they'd reached the top, Cary had sequestered himself in a panic room. He had no idea where they'd found the explosives. All he knew was that there was a deafening roar, then crumbling walls. Silence. Blackness. The people of Metropolis had taken their revenge. |