Way Back When
Silence. Budum. Budum Silence Splash. Silence Budum Budum Silence.
The holding cell was so quiet that Lex Luthor could hear his own heartbeat. "He did it. I know he did it." He whispered to himself. "He killed his own parents, my grandparents, he did it all for... for the money I'm sure" " GREEDY MURDEROUS SON OF A BITCH OF A FATHER!" he heard himself yell. "He did it. He killed his own parents, he lied to me all these years." "ALL THESE YEARS!" That's when another thought hit him. His father wasn't the only liar. "Clark Kent. Kent. A Liar." All these years. I should have seen why he saved me, why he was able to get away unharmed when my car made a 60 mile per hour b-line for his sternum." "but he saved your life, Luthor." " WHAT LIFE!? MY LIFE LIVED IN LIES AND DECEIT!?" "shhh shhh you'll get them to come back, medicate you again. You don't want that to happen again, do you?" "no, of course not, but he lied, Clark lied to me! "YOU LIED TO ME!" People have been killed for less. Dad would die for less. That's when the waves came back.
In the silence of his cell, Lex Luthor could hear the waves again. Playing over and over again in his mind. Beating against the shore. Receding in then beating again. The monotony had driven him mad, not the island or all the trauma his father had falsely diagnosed. It was his father who had killed his own parents, his father who had pretended to be blind, his father who was maniacally paranoid. His father who had conducted the initial research on Level Three. It was his father who had pitted his two sons against each other, and had shot his own son, well, almost. It was his father who saw a weakness of some sort in Lex's baldness. It was his father who had tried to bribe his fiancée, and who was surely behind putting him on the island, and ultimately the source of the waves which now plagued his mind. They were probably playing the sounds on some sort of loudspeaker in his cell, by his mandate. That must have been the source. Lex looked frantically about his cell for the speakers. He didn't find any. "They must be hidden" he spoke, half aloud. "WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THEM!" " WHERE ARE THEY YOU NITTWITTED DRONES!" Wildly, he began to frantically try and free himself from his jacket. He viciously jerked from side to side, dislocating one of his shoulders. This feat being accomplished, slipping out of the straight jacket was quite easy. That was how Houdini did it. He only pulled down a few foam tiles before the guards came in and beat him into compliance as the put his straight jacket on, then soon after left before the green gas came from the ceilings. This new medicine was known to make even the strongest of men comply to a deep sleep. Lying prostrate on the ground, Les Luthor sunk into a deep and troubled sleep, dreaming of waves crashing against South Pacific shores.
Silence. Budum. Budum Silence Splash. Silence Budum Budum Silence.
The holding cell was so quiet that Lex Luthor could hear his own heartbeat. "He did it. I know he did it." He whispered to himself. "He killed his own parents, my grandparents, he did it all for... for the money I'm sure" " GREEDY MURDEROUS SON OF A BITCH OF A FATHER!" he heard himself yell. "He did it. He killed his own parents, he lied to me all these years." "ALL THESE YEARS!" That's when another thought hit him. His father wasn't the only liar. "Clark Kent. Kent. A Liar." All these years. I should have seen why he saved me, why he was able to get away unharmed when my car made a 60 mile per hour b-line for his sternum." "but he saved your life, Luthor." " WHAT LIFE!? MY LIFE LIVED IN LIES AND DECEIT!?" "shhh shhh you'll get them to come back, medicate you again. You don't want that to happen again, do you?" "no, of course not, but he lied, Clark lied to me! "YOU LIED TO ME!" People have been killed for less. Dad would die for less. That's when the waves came back.
In the silence of his cell, Lex Luthor could hear the waves again. Playing over and over again in his mind. Beating against the shore. Receding in then beating again. The monotony had driven him mad, not the island or all the trauma his father had falsely diagnosed. It was his father who had killed his own parents, his father who had pretended to be blind, his father who was maniacally paranoid. His father who had conducted the initial research on Level Three. It was his father who had pitted his two sons against each other, and had shot his own son, well, almost. It was his father who saw a weakness of some sort in Lex's baldness. It was his father who had tried to bribe his fiancée, and who was surely behind putting him on the island, and ultimately the source of the waves which now plagued his mind. They were probably playing the sounds on some sort of loudspeaker in his cell, by his mandate. That must have been the source. Lex looked frantically about his cell for the speakers. He didn't find any. "They must be hidden" he spoke, half aloud. "WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THEM!" " WHERE ARE THEY YOU NITTWITTED DRONES!" Wildly, he began to frantically try and free himself from his jacket. He viciously jerked from side to side, dislocating one of his shoulders. This feat being accomplished, slipping out of the straight jacket was quite easy. That was how Houdini did it. He only pulled down a few foam tiles before the guards came in and beat him into compliance as the put his straight jacket on, then soon after left before the green gas came from the ceilings. This new medicine was known to make even the strongest of men comply to a deep sleep. Lying prostrate on the ground, Les Luthor sunk into a deep and troubled sleep, dreaming of waves crashing against South Pacific shores.