Flying was …heavenly, to say the least.
And he flew, letting himself free of care. Letting the clouds whisk past him.
It was so wonderful he could almost forget. Forget how much his Dad pissed him off. Forget how much he hated it when he crunched the numbers wrong.
Right now though, he was fine. Calmness involved his every being. No need to breathe, or be what ever the heck everyone else to be. He could just gaze upon the beauty of Smallville, watch the complicated lives of others and laugh.
Then before him were probably the two most important people to him. The two that might of stopped him from turning into the monster he was becoming. At least here though, he was neither monster nor man.
"Lex!" Julian giggled. "I'm so glad you're here! We can play games together!"
"My son," Lillian happily cried admiring the two laughing siblings, "my darling!"
Ecstatic, he reached out his hand to her. But with sudden pain he retracted his hand and clutched on his throat. He needed air for reasons he couldn't fathom, and it was suddenly surging through him. He thrashed about trying to resist what was happening to him.
The last thing he saw was the painful and loving stare of his mother as he crashed.
"I'll miss you..." she said slowly.
And he crashed slowly into reality; his wings of joy were now clipped and useless. The love that leaked so easily there was so dry here.
Opening his eyes, he only whished he could go back.
Disclaimer: the psychology grief and/ or pain of Alexander Joseph Luthor is not mine. And I don't own Smallville either. Enjoy your day…