Superman Returns: Xenia

She picked up the note again.

Finally , she thought. Something new. Three days later, Xenia stood in the center of the crater. The ship—Kryptonian, she’d learned from the dead scientist she’d followed—was mostly dark. But its core hummed. A pulsing green heart. She pressed her palm to it. Instead of killing her, it purred . Her veins lit up like circuitry. For the first time in her life, she felt weakness leave. superman returns xenia

She moved faster than he expected—Kryptonian speed, wrong and sickly green. Her fist connected with his ribs. He staggered. Not because it hurt. Because it shouldn't have moved him at all. She picked up the note again

The impact tore her loose. The cold shock ate the last of the crystal's glow. She sank, spinning, limbs gone soft and human again. Three days later, Xenia stood in the center of the crater

She squeezed a chunk of hull plating. It crumpled like wet paper.

"You're not fighting for truth and justice right now," she whispered, grabbing his cape and pulling him close. Her thighs—famous, deadly—locked around his waist. The old move. The killing squeeze. But now powered by alien poison and sheer, psychotic joy. "You're fighting for breath ."

"Clark," she murmured, tasting the name. "Well, darling. Let's see if you're lying."