Chapter 14

Close to the end of the battle against Clark

"Alfred, we need the big gun.." Bruce was cut off by the sound of himself being choked. I could hear the conversation that they were having as Alfred was doing all that he could to get to Bruce.

"You did this..," Clark spoke. He sounded as though he was accusing him of doing something wrong. That he never wanted to wake up. That made my heart break, that he never wanted to come back to all of us, to his family, back to me.
"I had to," replied Bruce. He was being chocked even more than before, you could barely hear him unless you had super hearing like Clark and I do.
"You won't let me live. You won't let me die," Clark replied. He sounded even madder, and Alfred started to drive even faster.
"The world needs you," Bruce was losing his breath. There was a pause. As though Clark was contemplating as to what to say next. I was hoping that he had finally remembered and he would leave Bruce alone.
"But does it need you?" questioned Clark. That made my blood run cold. I had a hunch that Clark was going to kill Bruce. If that were true, we don't have a lot of time.
"Tell me..," Clark spoke as he choked Bruce even more.
"Do you bleed?" he questioned. He kept squeezing and I decided that I should do something about this.

"Clark!" I shouted out loud. He looked towards me and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What he did next shock me even more. He kept his hold on Bruce and continued to choke him.

I decided that I would have to use force to get him to remember me. I ripped my shirt open, and I realized that battling Clark was going to happen now or never. He threw bruce into the ground, and rushed over to me, not wasting a moment in hitting me.

I skidded backward, but I maintained my ground, I roundhouse kicked him, and he held his jaw in pain. That made my stance soften and I realized that was a mistake.

Clark threw me into the air and punch me on my face. I started to collapse, the strength of his punch being too much for me.

From that moment, Clark started his relentless attacks. Not stopping for even a moment so that I would be able to catch my breath. Punch after punch he would not stop. I was weak, and I wanted to die.

"Go visit Martha!" yelled a voice. Then all of a sudden, it all stopped and I saw Clark flying away. Suddenly, my vision had gone dark.