Lana Lang (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
manorsuperman) wrote2009-07-02 11:35 pm
manorsuperman) wrote2009-07-02 11:35 pm
Who I Am Hates Who I've Been :: RP for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
likely_evil
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.
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.