I was bored so... enjoy :) i wrote this awhile ago.

L.L.A.P

~Laces

The boy looked at the monitor screen with puzzlement. There was a girl, maybe about seventeen, eighteen years old, lying on a couch with handcuffs binding her hands behind her back. She had brown curly hair that was woven into a braid, and she had smooth tan skin. She wasn't as skinny as models. She had broad shoulders, and muscular arms that he could clearly see because of her black tank top. She wasn't obnoxiously muscular, only very toned. She wore jeans that were covered in mud for some reason. It confused him why she was in the building, and handcuffed none-the-less.

"Father, why is there a girl here?" he inquired. His father was very business man-like with slick black hair that was graying on the sides. His face was cleanly shaved, and he had knowing grey eyes. Perhaps those eyes knew to much.

"Because I want to show you how skilled she is." his father retorted. The boy was always annoyed by his father's cryptic speaking.

"But why…" he started but his father cut him off.

"Must you ask so many questions my boy?" he scolded, and the boy looked down at his shoes in shame. His father had always wanted him to be a young business man. His father always made him wear suits and shinny black shoes, and his blond hair was constantly slicked back. His bright blue eyes were always behind rectangular black glasses. Just like his father wanted him to look like.

"Watch." his father stated, and he did. The girl started to wake up, and the boy could see her golden eyes widen with shock. She quickly, using amazing flexibility, brought the handcuffs from behind her back to the front of her body. She then studied the chains of the handcuffs intently.

"Father, what is she…"

"Hush." his father commanded, and his son was silent. She then intertwined her small dainty finger around a chain link and had it separated. Her hands and arms were free in less then a minute. She then moved onto the locked door. Once discovering that it wouldn't open, she angled her booted foot next to the knob, and in one quick kick, the knob came flying off. She then looked at it's inner mechanics and her small fingers started working on it. After about ten seconds, she backed away from the door, and then kicked it. It swung open, and she ran into the hall, out of the camera's sight.

"Who was she? What did she just do?" he inquired.

"So many questions. I just wanted to show you how skilled some people were." his father informed.

"But…"

"Now go back to your studying." he stated. The boy hung his head down. He was sixteen, and yet he still couldn't stand up to his father. No matter how many times he asked, he didn't even know what type of business his father did. All he knew was that it would be his one day.

As he walked out of the room, he heard his father state into a walkie-talkie,

"Guards. Capture the escaped prisoner. Use much caution." The boy was still curious. As he walked down the hall, he could hear footsteps running near the corner. Just as he walked to the corner, whoever it was collided with him, and fell to the ground.

It was that girl. She looked at him with terror filled in her eyes. He bent down, and extended his hand.

"Need any help up?" he inquired kindly. She looked at his hand nervously, and didn't take it. She stumbled to her feet, and kept her eyes on him, as if to make sure he wouldn't try anything. She then circled around him, and took off. The boy merely shrugged, and started walking in the direction she went. Not because he wanted to follow her, but simply because that was the way to get to his room.

He never interacted much with kids his age. He only read books about them. He wasn't very interested in them anyway.

As he was walking some of the guards came running from behind him, obviously looking for the girl.

"She went that way." he stated nonchalantly, pointing backwards, the complete opposite direction she went. The men quickly followed his directions.

He disliked the lack of answers his father presented him with. So naturally, he just wanted to mess around with his father by doing little simple things that would annoy him.

He entered his room, and closed the door behind him. However, in one swift movement he was pinned against the wall, and his tie was chocking his throat.

"Okay trust fund baby. I have a feeling you know a way out of this place. Get me out, and I won't kill you." she hissed.

Awfully brave now without the guards chasing her. He thought to himself. But, because of his dad's paranoia, he always carried a gun hidden in his jacket pocket, and while she was talking, he was able to slowly take it out, and had it aimed at her torso.

"How about you let go of my tie, and do what I say, and I won't shoot you." he stated, and she looked down to notice the gun. She glared at him, and let go of his tie, and released her hold on him.

"Hands on your head." he commanded, and she reluctantly did so. "What's your name?" he inquired.

"Natalie." she answered.

"And why are you here, Natalie?" he inquired.

"Hell if I know." she glared. He had to remember that his father brought her there. She didn't come by choice.

"What are you?" he questioned. A smirk crossed her face.

"A fifteen year old girl." she shrugged.

She looks older for her age. He thought to himself, but then realized that she just sassed him.

"Are you being rude to me?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know. Am I?" her statement sounded more like a challenge then a question.

"It sounded to me like you were." he stated, keeping the gun on her.

"Oh no. Was I being diswespectful to the wittle twust fund baby?" she questioned in a taunting baby voice.

"You do realize that I have a gun on you." he informed.

"No! Really? I had no clue what that thing was. So it's a gun? What does a gun do?" she questioned sarcastically. To be completely honest, even though she was getting him mad, he was having some fun.

"You better watch your mouth. I could shoot you." he stated.

"But since you kept me alive this long you obviously need me for something." she smiled knowingly. The Boy scowled at her, but couldn't do anything because he knew she was right. He needed her for answers.

"Answers. I need answers." he stated. "What does my father do for a living?" he inquired.

"He's a Mega rich hotel owner who is in league with the guy who is planning on world domination." she answered.

"Okay. Ha ha. Funny. Now seriously." he stated.

"I'm being serious. The man who he is working with is named Lex Luthor." the boy raised an eyebrow.

"But… my name is Lex Luthor."