Lex swirled the contents of the flask around in contemplation. He had been
analyzing the contents for weeks and had only discovered that it was tattoo
ink with trace amounts of meteorite. All of his other tests had been
inconclusive. If he hadn't seen them walk through walls he would have
thought it was just normal green ink.
He looked down at his thigh and then over at the rats that Hamilton had procured for him. He knew scientifically that he should try it on the rats first but the temptation was too great to try it on himself. Whitney and the other jocks hadn't seem to suffer any consequences and the ability to go wherever he wanted was...appealing, to say the least.
So appealing, that he couldn't decide where he would go first to his father's office in Metropolis or the Kent Farm. Both held secrets that he wanted, no, *needed* to know. Which one he needed to know the most was something that he had been puzzling over all day. He just couldn't figure out just when Clark's secret had become as important to him as staying one step ahead of Lionel.
Lex shook his head, he shouldn't even be contemplating testing it on himself. He should be trying to figure out how to tattoo a squirming rat. He stood and opened the cage of rat 122, and began to pet it.
Blindly, Lex reached behind him for the tattoo gun and loaded it with ink.
He looked down at his thigh and then over at the rats that Hamilton had procured for him. He knew scientifically that he should try it on the rats first but the temptation was too great to try it on himself. Whitney and the other jocks hadn't seem to suffer any consequences and the ability to go wherever he wanted was...appealing, to say the least.
So appealing, that he couldn't decide where he would go first to his father's office in Metropolis or the Kent Farm. Both held secrets that he wanted, no, *needed* to know. Which one he needed to know the most was something that he had been puzzling over all day. He just couldn't figure out just when Clark's secret had become as important to him as staying one step ahead of Lionel.
Lex shook his head, he shouldn't even be contemplating testing it on himself. He should be trying to figure out how to tattoo a squirming rat. He stood and opened the cage of rat 122, and began to pet it.
Blindly, Lex reached behind him for the tattoo gun and loaded it with ink.