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Clark Kent (ex_sonofkryp215) wrote in wariscoming,

Once he got the exact address that he needed in order to find the witch who was going to help him, Clark immediately pulled a jacket on and took off for San Francisco. It would have taken most people several hours to get from Lawrence to there, but with the help of his superspeed Clark managed to get to the city within a few short minutes. He didn't know this Phoebe woman very well, but if she was the only one who could help him, then why would Clark hesitate? Lois wanted him to be normal. She needed for him to be normal. And Clark? He planned on giving Lois Lane exactly what she wanted.

Spotting the somewhat familiar figure of the woman in question, Clark shoved his hands into his pockets and moved to approach her with a determined look plastered across his face. The only experience that Clark really had with witches in the past were bad. His ex-girlfriend had gotten possessed by a long lost ancestor who had been burned at the stake - one that had been looking to get both revenge and power upon her appearance to the future. Unlike most things on earth, magic was capable of making a difference when it came to Clark. It could hurt him, it could control him - Clark Kent may have been the Man of Steel, but not even he could resist magic. It was why he was certain that this would work. It had to.

"Hello?" Clark waved off at Phoebe a little sheepishly.