Like Lois did on occasion, I was worried that I'd lost my edge.
Jenni, if losing your edge means putting your readers through complete and total agony as we sit on the edges of our seats because your writing has completely drawn us into the story and has us utterly involved, waiting for the next wonderful installment - then yes, you've completely lost your edge!
PLEASE don't stop posting! I just was able to catch up with this one again, and it has me engrossed - and clearly I'm not alone in that.
You have to understand that passages like this have me biting my nails practically (I say 'practically' because I am actually concentrating really hard these days on not doing that; but I would be if it weren't for these efforts
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“Just what poison did you mix with the kryptonite?”
“I don't think you really want to know. I mixed up my own concoction; something similar to the lethal injections used in the United States. The green K is just to make sure it takes effect on his alien physiology.”
The commentary was for Hyesan's benefit, though the latter was embellishment; without his powers, Superman reacted to drugs pretty similarly to a human. Since the General had kept a very close eye on the experiments over this past year, Stephan was pretty sure the top soldier would be very aware of all the medical details regarding his poor victim.
In truth, there was only a very minute quantity of kryptonite in the syringe, just enough to cause a reaction from the superhero, but Stephen had used a very powerful sedative, plus nerve and muscle relaxants. After all, it had to appear on camera that Superman had died.
This is just so awful, so sad... so *good*!!!!
And this is heartbreaking...
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.
I really like how you're developing her character, but also how you're giving us a window into Clark, even though we're not in his POV. I can guess, anyway, at his happy thought, his safe haven...
The painful breathing stuttered and the body on the table gave one last convulsive jerk as the cocktail of drugs caused the nerve-endings to freeze - - the smile slowly faded, and yet a faint trace of peace lingered on Superman's face. Stephan placed his fingertips to the superhero's neck, searching for a pulse, while his fellow conspirators waited anxiously. They'd trusted the immunologist's expertise, yet they'd both known the very thin tightrope he'd been treading - - Adrienne more than Teo.
“He's dead,” Stephan stated baldy.
The finger thing kind of grossed me out too, I have to say. But I am extremely interested in how you will resolve all of this. And like Ann said, why shouldn't bad things happen to Superman?
Please, more soon! I could start biting my fingernails if you don't post soon - you don't want me to do that, right????
NICOLE
