Jenni, don't even think about not posting the rest of your story! You've had me gripped — absolutely *gripped* — with each installment.
This one was admittedly painful to read, especially when Clark's finger was severed, but don't take that as a detriment! Your storytelling is incredible as always and such beautiful writing:
Strangely, he felt no fear as he stared into the barrel of the gun, held so near his face. His existence had been a living death for a long time now... it mattered little that this should be the end. If he had one regret, it was that he'd never discover the true identity of his dream woman.
And here:
Superman's breathing became laboured as if each single breath was dredged up from the very depth's of his soul. Thankfully, his eyes remained closed, though at this point he was probably still semi-conscious. A gentle smile turned up the corners of his lips, transforming the haggard look of his face.
The others had never seen him smile before during his incarceration, and the knowledge broke Adrienne's heart. Here was a man who deserved to smile at life. She prayed that in this moment he had found a safe haven... one that brought him some happiness... if it were fleeting.
So poignant, so moving. The description of his face, and Adrienne's reaction when she realized she'd never seen him smile just got me right *there.* (And just one tiny edit note -- you don't need the apostrophe in "depth's").
Honestly, Jenni, I'm at a loss for words. I can't wait to read what you've come up with next!
