He'll Never Love You Like Me

A Serving of Death

Lena's POV
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He was like pure evil. The glint in his eyes spoke a thousand menacing words. I feared for my life, as he gripped on tightly to my arm.
"Take your fucking phone back James! J-just let go of me!" I stammered, trying to regain control.

"You better promise not to tell anyone about this, you hear me? You put my reputation on the line, and I'll end you." James threateningly snarled.

"Hold up, mister! You were the one trying to expose me first! You're the one in the wrong! I wasn't the one cheating on you now, was I?"
I couldn't believe the words that just came from his mouth. What utter bullshit!
"Imagine that as a headline for CatCo magazine, huh?" I chuckled.
"I get the feeling you wouldn't be running the company anymore after that."

He didn't take too kindly to my comment. Instead, he responded by jolting me around. My left arm was gripped with his, while his right arm lay dormant. Until suddenly, it sprung into action. A large hand shot towards my throat. I flinched from the sudden force, and instantly started gasping for air. I have never witnessed this side to James before. He was frightening me... He was going to kill me...

Pushing me back, he held me up by my neck, against the glass window. It was cold, pressed to my skin, and sent chills rushing through my blood. Was this how I was going to die? Was I really going to plummet from the top of a skyscraper to my death?

Adrenaline surged through my body as I jerked my leg upwards into James' crotch. He released his grasp, and I thudded to the office floor. I scrambled around to regain my distance from him. I think I got him good, because he was prancing around in pain!
"Never mess with a Luthor." I said, whilst cracking my knuckles.

Catching James off guard, I made a sharp blow to his back. I ran at him with full force, plunging my feet into his spine. Oh, how I wish I'd worn heels today, that would've been fun. He fell to his hands and knees, which was right where I wanted him. As I went in for another hit, he grabbed me by my legs and brought me down to the ground with him. A towering figure now loomed over me. Within seconds, my face was bleeding and bruised from the lethal blows of his hands.

With his back to the window, the gloomy light through the dusky clouds, cast an ominous shadow over my body as he stood up. Flinching, I cowered as his foot hit my skin. He stood so proudly over my beaten body. I have the ferocity of a pride of lions, yet, I'd never felt so helpless. I truly felt defeated.

Suddenly, crashing through the window was a blur of red and blue. Glass went flying through the room, and as it fell, it laced the entire floor with glitter-like shards. I shielded my eyes from the downpour of glass. My body was frozen in time, as the world around me sped up. I was so dazed, I had no clue as to what was going on. Squinting, I turned my head to witness a pair of red boots, thrusting into James' back. His chest puffed forward, as his body shot across the room. The way his body arched, it looked like the crimson boots were in his stomach.

Startled, I scrambled to my knees. James was sprawled out over the black coffee table, near the sofa that Kara and I were sat on earlier. He looked dead, but I could see that he was still breathing. I darted my eyes to the left. It was Supergirl. She was inhaling deeply, and with fury. Staring him down, she stomped over to where he lay. She flipped the entire table over, and James went flying with it. As it impacted with the wall, a few tiny dots of red appeared on the creamy-grey paint of my office walls. This time, it wasn't wine...

"TELL ME WHAT YOU DID TO HER!" Supergirl bellowed at James.
He looked physically incapable of talking, all he did was groan. For Supergirl, that wasn't an acceptable answer. Collapsed on the floor, James took another beating from Supergirl's wrath. He looked like he was hanging onto his last threads of life. I just sat, watching from the other corner of the room. My office had become a battle ground.

Gripping the collar of his shirt, she held James up into the air. He looked so limp, being suspended in the air by her arm. His shoulders drooped and his head hung, as if in shame.
"For weeks, you slowly ate away at Lena. You nibbled away at her trust, her loyalty and her her admiration for you. When you'd finished, you just threw the rest of it out, as if it were garbage. You threw perfectly good love away, James." she grunted.
"What you did to her was slow and painful, and that's exactly what I'm going to do to you. Have a taste of your own medicine."

Supergirl's cheeks rapidly became flushed with a scarlet glow. The corner of her eyes shimmered blue, then instantly beamed with a blast of light. The noise it made was an unsettling sound. I covered my ears, as I scurried deeper into my corner of the room. Somehow, I remained captivated by the whole situation. Although the lights from her eyes were blinding, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Gradually, a hole started to burn through James' body. His shirt was already charred at the edges, and now, his skin was melting from the heat. A gurgling shriek pierced through the air from James' lips. His body tensed, as the heat cascaded through every inch of his body. Pupils dilated, eyes pinned wide open and hands clenched together, he took his last gasp of air. As before, he hung limp in her grip. The difference being, there was a gaping hole right through his chest. I could see the blood splattered wall through what was missing of his body.

I truly admired Supergirl. I don't always show it, but I respect her morals. I think it's beyond admirable that she strives to solve issues without killing anyone. She's stuck to that, until now...

Loosening her grip from James' shirt, his limp body collapsed to the ground. I don't know how else to describe it really. His body looked like a pile of jelly. It was all floppy and loose?

But there, on my floor, lay a dead man. She had killed a person. She killed him for me. Supergirl killed a man to save my life. And no matter how many times I rephrased it in my head, I still couldn't make any sense of the situation. I'd wished for him to die a slow and painful death, and somehow, it happened.

Shock prevented me from speaking. Although my mouth was closed, I felt as though my jaw was on the floor. Before I had a chance to regain my voice, both Supergirl and James' body had disappeared out of the smashed window.

"Supergirl, come back..." I whimpered, shrivelled up in my corner.
A single tear edged its way down my cheek.
"Don't go..."