Chapter 10 by Zeebop

Does Lois choose to go back upstairs, or go meet the big man?

Lois Decides To Go Back Upstairs.

The reporter blinked. A part of her was curious to see what was going on down there—curious too to see how big the "Big Man" really was. Yet something in her gut screamed at her that this was a bad idea...and her head, for once, concurred. Signing up to get **** was a stupid move. Lois Lane shook her head.

"No...you're right. Let's go back upstairs. There has to be another way to get in—"

Tyrell's face was a blank mask. That was the reporter's only warning before his arm shot out. Lois wasn't sure what was in his hand, but she ducked under his arm—then stood up fast, her knee smashing his balls into his pelvis. She caught a glimpse of his eyes go wide, but he was still on the move.

The reporter's thumb dug into his right wrist, and twisted. Something clattered to the floor. Her right smashed into his nose, and knocked it crooked. Blood splattered against the hem of her t-shirt as the claret began to flow. With a wordless huff, Tyrell braced himself against the floor and charged forward, his left hand groped clumsily at her face as he tried to use his size and weight to push her back.

Lois gave way. Her fist smashed into his face again and again. The black face crumpled beneath a relentless hammer of blows. The shock of each impact reverberated up the reporter's arm—but it wasn't his body that Lois wanted to break. It was his will. After a dozen good hits, Tyrell tried to break away, backed toward the stairs. Both eyes swollen, lips mashed, nose crooked and bloody.

The reporter's grip on his right wrist tightened as he tried to flee from her. Lois Lane's thumb dug into the soft brown flesh. On the ground where it had landed was the stun-gun Tyrell had dropped. Her body buzzed with excitement.

"So what was the idea?" Lois said. "If I didn't go in willingly, you were going to zap me and drag me in?"

She twisted his arm and Tyrell's face contorted into a mask of pain.

"You...you don't understand..." he gasped. "She'll kill me...she'll do worse than kill me..."

The reporter's eyes narrowed.

"You don't need to be afraid of her, Tyrell," she said softly. "You need to be afraid of me."