I almost ruled the world

After feeling Clark let go, Brianna struggled to back away, trying to escape from his grasp.

But when she came to the corner, she suddenly felt that she was really unnecessary. How could she escape Clark's control?

She put her arms around her knees and looked at him warily in a defensive posture, "There are only two of us here, so you can speak directly."

Clark was silent for a while, "Do you want to see Martha?"

Brianna was a little unclear, so she felt even more suspicious about it, and she frowned, "This has nothing to do with Martha, and, besides, that's your mother..."

"But you want to see her, don't you?" Clark cut her off.

"..." Brianna had nothing to say, she really missed Martha, but she wasn't sure if Martha would want to see her—especially knowing that she had done so many things that didn't conform to her ideas.

After all, Clark still knew her. Seeing Brianna like this, he knew that she was acquiescing.

This made him feel that the matter was very ridiculous, and he was not as good as Martha in Brianna's mind, but what could he do now that the matter was over?

In Brianna's heart, the most important thing is power and rights (Powers). Even if she naively fights for everything, she will not take a second look at her, but he still does not give up.

He looked at her deeply, and talked to her as if he was talking to himself.

"What more do you want? Can I connect to the internet here, or do you prefer something else? Freedom? Sorry...but you can have the whole world if you want..."

Brianna's heart seemed to be getting more and more uncomfortable. She didn't understand what Clark was trying to do.

"Don't be like this..." Her throat was dry, causing her voice to become a little hoarse, "I really don't understand, if you don't want to let me go, then just be direct."

"..." Clark took a long breath, as if this would relieve some pain, "I told you, Bligh."

He called her by Brianna's nickname, and he hadn't called her a name she hated since then, but today he did.

Brianna was taken aback for a moment, the dark eyes that were already simmering with tears seemed to be shining with crystal light, and he looked at his eyes that were so heavy that they seemed to suffocate people, and felt tightly entwined by him.

Then I heard him say in a voice that seemed to be understating, "You won means that no matter what you do, I will try my best to accept it."

Clark's Adam's apple moved up and down due to swallowing, and his eyes moved weakly to her abdomen. What he just wanted to say, he still didn't say it in the end.

He could use the heartbeat bill that even Clark himself spent a large amount of verbal criticism to restrict her in a grand manner. After all, the place where she grew up is a well-known conservative state in the United States.

But Clark suddenly felt that their children would not be happy if they were born in such an environment.

Brianna wasn't a good mother, she wouldn't even love anyone but herself.

Although he couldn't do it, the decision was in Brianna's hands.

It's just a pity.

— as the last Kryptonian on Earth.

Soon... even the last one will die.

Clark rested his fingers on his forehead, thinking wearily in an almost praying posture.

He was so tired, so tired, even when facing the whole world, he had never felt so tired.

Would Briana be sad if he left this world?

Probably not.

Well, this is actually a good ending.

Brianna looked at the man sitting by the bed with his back arched, and suddenly felt very sad, very sad.

She kind of reached out and hugged him gently and patted his head, just like her mother did to her when she was a child, before she showed any strength.

For some reason, every time my mother did this, no matter how hard it was, she felt better.

However, when she stretched out her hand, Clark had already got up and was out of her reach.

Brianna withdrew her hand numbly, then raised her head to look at him.

But Clark seemed absent-minded, "I will bring Martha over tomorrow."

"?" She looked at him cautiously, she had been weird from the beginning... Brianna felt as if she didn't know him at all.

With that, he turned around and left.

Still in the billowing white cloak, Brianna watched him gradually go away, breathing rapidly as if sobbing.

All kinds of random thoughts circling in her mind, Brianna suddenly felt exhausted all over, especially the whole world in front of her eyes suddenly became very far away, as if she would faint immediately in the next second.

She simply lay down on this cold big bed, curling herself up into a small ball like a baby.

……

The spinning world gradually became dim, and in her half-asleep, half-awake dream, she seemed to feel someone holding her tightly in his arms behind her, kissing the top of her head full of love, itching.

Those hot hands wrapped around her waist and abdomen, strangling her very hard.

'Brianna...'

"Bly."

There are still whispers and whispers of men in my ears.

But Brianna was just too sleepy, maybe because of the suppression device she was wearing specifically for her, or maybe it was something else, just feeling like something was pulling and falling inside her guts.

'But I still love you ridiculously. '

Brianna struggled out of her half-sleep to wake up, but the blinding sunlight barely kept her eyes open.

"Brianna...?" A slightly familiar voice eagerly rang in my ear.

Her gaze slowly focused on the woman sitting by her bed, the Martha Kent she wanted to see but was afraid to see, but was forced to face in the end.

Clark's mother who hated her.

Brianna didn't react for a while, she backed away a little in fright, then rubbed her eyes hesitantly, and looked at her intently.

Martha brushed her blue eye sockets and dry and cracked lips in silence, and glanced at her overly thin arms and mottled bruises on them. The suppressors on her wrists and neck were ring after ring, and she couldn't imagine her Now see the radiant, sweet and sweet Brianna Byers of the past.

She lowered her eyes and tried to hold back her sympathy and sadness, her words were filled with anger and disbelief, "What the hell happened? Are these... all done by Clark?"

Brianna was stunned, and looked at herself in the mirror obliquely in front of her belatedly.

Messy hair, sunken and blue eye sockets, pale lips, and even a few bruises that haven't faded from the force-feeding by the guards for a long time.

Was this all Clark did?

Brianna thought for a while, although Clark had hurt her before, but those were healed long ago.

As for the others... Strictly speaking, they were not directly caused by him.

So Brianna shook her head slowly.

"No." She opened her mouth, but was frightened by her dry and sore throat.

No wonder I was so uncomfortable as I said before. Is it a fever?

Brianna raised her hand subconsciously and touched her forehead...it was cold.

Hearing what she said, Martha breathed a sigh of relief, then took her hand, and hugged her tightly in her warm embrace.

Brianna felt her hand pat her head softly in a daze, and asked with a hint of sadness, "Why is this happening, Brianna...why?"

"What happened between you two?"

Feeling the reassuring scent of Martha, she slowly raised her eyes to look at the white ceiling.

Can't help but start thinking about this question.

What happened?

An outright lie?