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manorsuperman) wrote2009-10-17 06:11 am
manorsuperman) wrote2009-10-17 06:11 am
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just_muse_me :: 25.1.2 Michelle Delio Quote
"When the designs are chosen with care, tattoos have a power and magic all their own. They decorate the body but they also enhance the soul."
Exactly twenty years ago, Lewis and Laura Lang died in Smallville's first meteor shower, and like every year she could remember, Lana had trouble getting to sleep. This year, however, it seemed harder. No matter how she tried to relax, her mind just didn't want to wind down. When it was almost four, she gave up and rolled out of bed, heading straight for the shower.
As the water soaked her hair, she considering staying home from work, but quickly dismissed it. She'd already spent nearly a full two weeks away in the past month. Skipping out at the first sign of trouble had become a bad habit of hers. Though she was sure she had needed her impromptu vacation, her yearly case of insomnia wasn't an excuse to call in.
History seemed to repeat itself when she stepped out to dress herself. She happened to glance sideways toward the mirror and something caught her eye. She turned just slightly to examine her back and her chest tightened as she realized what it was. It was very faint, but no doubt it was the mark that had been there years before when Isobel had taken control of her body.
As soon as she was dressed, she grabbed her phone. She scrolled through the list of contacts, hesitating for a moment on Clark's name before she continued and selected Sam's. She would call the Kryptonian later. First things first.
Exactly twenty years ago, Lewis and Laura Lang died in Smallville's first meteor shower, and like every year she could remember, Lana had trouble getting to sleep. This year, however, it seemed harder. No matter how she tried to relax, her mind just didn't want to wind down. When it was almost four, she gave up and rolled out of bed, heading straight for the shower.
As the water soaked her hair, she considering staying home from work, but quickly dismissed it. She'd already spent nearly a full two weeks away in the past month. Skipping out at the first sign of trouble had become a bad habit of hers. Though she was sure she had needed her impromptu vacation, her yearly case of insomnia wasn't an excuse to call in.
History seemed to repeat itself when she stepped out to dress herself. She happened to glance sideways toward the mirror and something caught her eye. She turned just slightly to examine her back and her chest tightened as she realized what it was. It was very faint, but no doubt it was the mark that had been there years before when Isobel had taken control of her body.
As soon as she was dressed, she grabbed her phone. She scrolled through the list of contacts, hesitating for a moment on Clark's name before she continued and selected Sam's. She would call the Kryptonian later. First things first.
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He groaned and slapped the table a few times, trying to find the offending noisemaker. It went to voicemail just as he finally found it. Rolling onto his back, he squinted his eyes to look at the display, saw it was Lana, and he played the voicemail.
Insantly he sat up in, awake. He dialed her back, hoping that she was still there. "Lana?"
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"I didn't wake you, did I?"
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"You said something about that symbol coming back..."
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Lana sighed. "When I first had it checked out, the woman said it wasn't even ink, that it was branded underneath my skin. Just seems more like it's branded on my soul."
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