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Summary: Chlark-2 (Earth-2). Clark Luthor attacked Smallville during the 2004 Graduation Day, and upon finding Chloe Sullivan in the Torch office attacked her; Unfortunately the girl in question wasn't wearing any meteor rock. Dark fic. Mentions of rape, bad language, violence, nudity and possible character death.

Chloe Sullivan cowered beneath the thick wooden desk, heart beating uncontrollably as she desperately fought to keep as silent as possible. The young brunette couldn't believe what was happening; Mere hours ago she had been finishing her final article for the Torch and bidding a fond farewell to the building she had spent so much time in when, out of nowhere, this stranger clad in black had appeared out of nowhere.

She knew who he was of course. Anyone with a journalistic bone in their body knew who he was; Clark Luthor.

The less controlled of the Luthor's, it was pretty much assumed that every Luthor was guilty of one crime or another, but him... His ledger was practically dripping; Assault, harassment, blackmail and bribery; The (supposedly) youngest Luthor was suspected of everything from DUI all the way to cold-blooded murder. He was a beast.

She froze like a cornered animal, eyes wide in fear as the noise in the office stopped. He hadn't left.

"This was a nice shirt." Tears gathered as she fought to stay silent, hearing the monster's footsteps echo around the office, the only other occupant the pile of ashes lying next to the door. "...There isn't someone else in this office, is there?"

Her breathes came in shallower, bright green eyes widening even further as he stepped through the office, steadily coming in closer and closer. She tensed as the footsteps came towards her; He was doing it on purpose, mocking her powerlessness with each resounding thud. "Why... Me?..." She couldn't help but whimper, praying that he would just leave.

A chuckle sounded near to her position and she pressed up against the back of the desk, hands over her head as she desperately hoped for mercy.

"There you are." She started, wildly looking up at her tormentor. His body was silhouetted by the darkness of the office, leaving only his thick black hair, carefully slicked and shining with gel, and blue eyes, gleaming in the faint light from the hall, staring down at her. Deep blue pools with neither compassion nor empathy. Cold like a frozen ocean. "Hiding like a frightened rabbit." He smirked.

Abruptly he swatted the desk aside, sending it flying through the air to impact against the brick wall across the office. She whimpered as her "Wall of weird" was hit, sending articles through the air, slowly falling to the ground.

She desperately scrambled backwards crab-like as he approached, ignoring her panic and fear as though she were a feeble animal, to be hunted at his leisure. "Trying to run, are we?" He grabbed her hands as she went to do just that, clammy hands caught in a vice-like grip as he casually held her arms above her head.

She yelped as he applied pressure, malicious gaze lingering on her lips and then travelling down over her concealed body. He grinned as he took in her terror, as though it were entertainment. "Please..." She whimpered, squirming helplessly in his grip.

His grin widened as he watched her look up at him, pleading reflected from every inch of her. It almost seemed to... Excite him. "Begging. How... Pathetic." He sneered.

If anything his scorn eased her more than his smile. At least if he looked down on her he might see her as pointless to kill and leave her be, he might even leave her unharmed. That thought was quickly dispelled as he tightened his grip once more, her wrists near-cracking with the pressure. She yelped again.

The whole time she had been at this school she had been under threat; Ian Randall's attempt to kill her, barely stopped by Greg Arkin (Who was now ashes), psychotic meteor freaks attacking her. (Most died from either the effects of the meteor rock or self-inflicted wounds, and those who didn't were either taken down by the police or, for a few months, Van Mcnulty who hunted them due to Tina Greer killing his father whilst disguised as Lana Lang.)

Never before, though, had she felt so threatened as she did now, staring up at this vicious predator. She'd always prided herself on her fearlessness and strength of character, but staring up at him now she felt totally worthless.

Luthor's lips twitched as he looked over her once more, seemingly seeing something that hadn't been there before. "Looks like you've given up." He noted, blue orbs briefly flashing a faint, burnished orange.

Her eyes teared up even further as he shifted her across the office, throwing her towards the upturned desk with little effort. She stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the desk and crying out as she received a cut across her palm. If anything it just excited him even more. "Please stop." She tried once more, bracing herself against the desk as she stared up at him, gulping.

"Stop?" He repeated, pushing her once more and just smiling wider as she backed up even further. He made it sound like a foreign concept, like mercy or pity or sympathy were non-existent. What little hope she had dwindled.

She didn't understand why he was being so particularly monstrous with her; He'd been ruthless and methodical as he took down the three other students, quick and efficient even as he taunted them; She didn't get why he was being so cruel to her when he'd limited his behaviour with the others. "Why are you doing this?" She tried one last time.

"'Why'?" He crooned, voice kindly yet expression betraying his true intentions. "Why not?"

It was at that moment, as she gazed into ruthless, cruel eyes; staring at his callous grin and taking in his methodical, calculating glances across her form, that Chloe Sullivan, for the first time in her life, lost hope.

She shivered as he stepped closer, shoving her back to trip over one of the legs of the desk, leaving her sprawled on the floor. "You people just keep on running or hiding or fighting... And you just keep on failing." He spoke idly, standing over her. "How pathetic." He repeated, looming over her with an almost crazed expression.

She shook as he dropped to crouch above her, situating a knee between her thighs. "Wh-What are you...?" She stopped, stunned as he reached down to unbuckle his belt, cold blue orbs locked onto her own horrified green. "No, no." She keened, struggling in futility as he tore her jeans off with ease. "Let me go!"

She stared up with blank eyes as he tore at her shirt, smirking gleefully as he did so. "I don't think I'll be letting you go for a long time. Chloe." He grinned, lazily holding her down and glancing at the nameplate that had conveniently landed face up next to the toppled desk.

Chloe sobbed as he brushed her hair away from her eyes, taking special care to hold her gaze as he thrust forward.

At that moment Chloe knew; She was in hell.

A/N: Another story. Decided to write something particularly dark so that I can keep a focus on the more light-hearted stuff and I noticed that there are virtually no CLXCS fics, so... Hope you enjoy, and it will eventually become less dark, but CL is a monster, so it'll take a while.

Right now I've plans for that pairing, but I'll also leave it up to the reviewers who she ends up with between these two;

Clark Luthor. (Earth-2)

Clark Kent. (Earth-1)