Who I Am Hates Who I've Been :: RP for likely_evil

[manorsuperman]

The library was really the only place Lana felt comfortable staying for more than a few minutes. She could only stand to be in isolation for so long, but there was no way she was going to risk mutating anyone any more than she had to. It was perfect: one of the more quiet places in New York, not too crowded, and the desk where she was seated was surrounded at nearly every side with books. She'd always enjoyed reading and just the smell of the room was comforting.

Comfort was what she needed now. Stealing Lex's power suit had to be the stupidest thing she'd ever done in her life. She should have known it was all too easy. He let all that information leak on purpose, put it just far enough out of reach that she wouldn't think twice. He knew exactly what she'd do with that information, how worthless she'd felt standing next to the tower of morality that was Clark Kent. She'd wanted to change all that, to find some way to match that, and she thought she'd found the way to do it, but Lex just used it all to his advantage. Two birds with one stone; a way to bring them back together only to rip them apart.

She could blame Lex all she wanted, but she knew the truth. The choices were hers and she made all the wrong ones. Maybe Lex was right about her. Maybe she really was just like him.

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[likely_evil]

Sam was just like them now. Every time he thought about what he had done... what he had become... disgusted him. And he wasn't even sure if he could go back. How could he go back?

Instead he was in the biggest library on the east coast that wasn't on a college campus, and was deep in the mythology section. He was trying to see if he could reverse what he had done. If there was hope for him.

If he could stop the pain and the hunger he felt deep inside that was barely on the right side of human.

[manorsuperman]

Lana let her eyes explore the area before a certain man caught her attention. At first, for the smallest moment of time, she thought it was Clark, but Clark wouldn't be there. He was back in Kansas, doing what he did best: saving lives and inspiring the inhabitants of Metropolis as the Red-Blue Blur.

Still, she watched him, a bit amazed at the similarities: the height, the build, the little bit of flannel peeking from underneath his jacket. She had the urge to approach him, but she didn't. She was the last thing he needed.

[likely_evil]

The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he ignored it at first, then shifted a bit as he looked at the window in front of him. There was a soft reflection of the room behind him and he looked to see if someone was paying too close attention to him. He didn't need to get caught off guard by a demon while Dean was off blowing some steam.

Then he saw her, watching him. Small, delicate... very pretty. Was her interest in him purely human attraction, or something more? He knew he could make the first move and get the answer quickly, but he also wasn't sure he wanted company.

At least, company that would be nice and gentle and not what he deserved. not after... yeah.

He lowered his head back into the book, thinking she might just go away.

[manorsuperman]

She chewed on her bottom lip. She should just leave before she did something stupid, like she always seemed to do when left to herself. Of course, there was the issue of forcing herself up out of the chair first. She could be out of there faster than anyone could blink if she would just do it.

She didn't. She just sat there, still watching, still chewing on her lip. Still stupid.

[likely_evil]

Finally Sam sighed and turned around in his chair, looking at the woman. "Something I can help you with?"

Yeah, so not smooth.

[manorsuperman]

To say Lana was thoroughly embarrassed would be putting it mildly.

She ducked her head, blushing furiously. "No, I--no...I'm sorry. You just--" She closed her eyes, determined not to let herself get emotional. Her voice was quieter when she spoke again. "You remind me of someone I knew."

[likely_evil]

Sam lowered his head, his hair falling over his eyes as he sighed. She was just a normal girl, and here he was, being a jerk. Good job, Sammy.

"It's alright. I don't... I just don't usually have people staring at me. Didn't mean to snap."

[manorsuperman]

"It's okay. I didn't mean to stare...I'm sorry." Apologizing again. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

[likely_evil]

Sam gave her a small smile, looking back at his books, then her. "Still doesn't mean I should have snapped. um.. I'm Sam."

[manorsuperman]

"...Lana."

She was starting to get uncomfortable. It was one thing when she was just watching. It was another now that they were talking. Talking meant he might move closer, and she didn't want that.

Well...not...really?

[likely_evil]

"I... should take a break. Could I interest you in... would you like some coffee?"

[manorsuperman]

She bit her lip. She loved coffee. She'd worked in a coffee shop for years. Just the though of coffee and some company with it was very tempting. Very, very tempting in this case. But did she really want to take a risk like that?

[likely_evil]

Sam watched her a moment, then nodded. "Right, I'll take that as a no." He sighed, closing his book and standing up, reaching for his messenger bag.

"Nice meeting you," he said as he started to leave.

[manorsuperman]

Yes, yes she did.

She shot up out of her chair. "No!"

Okay, maybe that was a little loud for a library.

She was blushing again. "Um...no...coffee would be great."

As long as there wasn't any physical contact, it would be okay. Right?

[likely_evil]

Sam stopped and looked over his shoulder, holding onto the bag with both hands. He smiled a bit, then nodded.

"Ok, then. Let's go. I think there's one across the street."

[manorsuperman]

She nodded and followed him, trying her best to keep him at arms length. She shouldn't be doing this, but she was so lonely, and he reminded her of what she was forced to leave behind. Maybe he would turn out to be nothing like Clark, but for now it didn't matter. He was close enough, and at least she could get this close to this tall, flannel wearing man without making him deathly sick.

[likely_evil]

Sam was aware the was hanging back for some reason, but he didn't say anything. He did, however, stop to hold the library door for her without thinking - reflex - and then followed her a bit.

She was beautiful... small and delicate and he could see her in another time being someone he would really enjoy getting to know. But right now he couldn't afford letting anyone that close.

[manorsuperman]

She wanted to be clam and confident. She wanted to pretend like everything was just fine and be that easy-going, playful girl she used to be. Instead, she was nervous and paranoid that maybe he would get too close to her and end up like the people she used to work with. There was nothing wrong with having abilities like theirs, but it definitely complicated life at the very least. Then some of the mutations were more extreme, even dangerous.

[likely_evil]

If only she knew... better she didn't.

"So... you from around here?"

Yeah, smooth Sam. Real smooth.

[manorsuperman]

She shook her head, trying not to look the way she was feeling.

"Smallville, Kansas."

Hopefully he wouldn't know it.

[likely_evil]

"Never heard of it. I'm from Lawrence, though. Small towns always tend to fall under the radar."

[manorsuperman]

"Yeah. It's called Smallville for a reason..."

Funny they were from the same state, though. What were the odds.

[likely_evil]

They got to the coffee shop and he held open the door for her.

"So why aren't you there now?"

[manorsuperman]

She stopped short of the door and glanced up at him, misty-eyed.

"It's a long story."

As soon as the sentence left her mouth she looked down again and quickly went inside.

[likely_evil]

"I know the feeling," Sam said softly, following her in. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a card. "Feel free to get whatever you want. Like I said, it's on me."