AN: Second Chapter of the Unseen Man and only OC I intend to write for the story. Thank you Donny for editing this.
Chapter Two – Isane
Twelve years prior, Japan
Most people don't believe me when I tell them that I spent a considerable part of my childhood as a sex slave. My "parents" sold me as soon as they thought they could make money off of me.
"All you're good for is whoring yourself out," my father told me as he shoved me towards the Yakuza. I was nine.
My "parents" who had called me freak all my life. They made sure that I was beaten, that I was weak, that I would not struggle all because of the dreams that had taunted me since I was two.
I could still remember my first nightmare. The blood stained ground, the two brothers standing amid a field of swords. Both strong, both defiant, and both broken every single time. Not once did they survive in the dreams I had. It made me a freak.
Love was foreign to me; I could barely call myself human when they sold me away. I was nine years old.
I was forced to work in a whorehouse from the age of twelve. Some of the customers had younger tastes, and the boss that had purchased me thought it a good way to earn back some of the money that he had spent for his "toy".
He had taken my innocence a week after he bought me. I cannot remember the number of times that I was violated. I still could cry myself to sleep if I dwelt on it for too long.
This was my world. I had seen girls try and run, only to be hunted down by the Yakuza who ran the house. Some were brought back, but most we never saw again. I had to risk it though. I had to run. I stabbed one of the customers in the balls, as he screamed I slipped out the window and ran.
The Yakuza that ran the whorehouse sent two of their people after me. They caught me in a dark alley; I was forced to the ground. I could remember several hits and a leer from the one on top of me. He ran his hands up my legs, and then his partner slammed into him.
It was like an anime that my former cousins used to watch. They skidded down the street, and as they pulled themselves from the ground, they came face to face with the angry visage of the man who had come to save me.
He looked down at me, the light shadowing his face so that he looked like a hero. "I will protect you," he said to me in broken Japanese.
No one had ever told me that before.
He pivoted, punching one of the yakuza in the chest, and through a wall. I blinked. He punched one of the Yakuza through a wall. A cinder-block wall. I gaped in wonder, but the Yakuza's partners didn't take long to react.
Bullets flew.
He shielded me.
Me! The worthless whore my father had told me I would be for the rest of my life, before I was taken away.
He protected me.
A bullet pierced his back, he was injured, but it didn't stop him. He grabbed one and slammed him into another wall. The wall collapsed, the other looked at him in terror.
"Bakemono," the man trembled. The man stepped forward and that was it. The yakuza turned and ran. He looked back at me, smiled and slammed into the ground. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, but I rushed forward. I flipped him over, lords was he heavy, and looked at the wound. His white shirt was stained red with blood.
"Please," I begged. "Please be okay."
I didn't want to lose my protector.
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Present, Luthor Towers
I watched the interaction with his father, until I could bear it no more. How this vile man could have produced a son like Alexander was beyond me. He sought to undo all of Alexander's work, even going as far as to try and reveal to the underworld who the Unseen Man was. It was the final straw for Alexander.
He had forced his father to step down nearly ten years ago, after the attempt to kill Clark Alexander had stripped him of any remaining power and relegated him to a figurehead. He went as far as to assign a shadow to keep him out of trouble.
Alexander's father always tested his patience though. There were always moments where I caught glimpses of the darkness that had permeated him before father's death.
Jonathan Kent. I only ever saw pictures of him, but the reverence with which Alexander and Clark spoke of him, it was clear he had a profound effect on all he touched. Not the least of which was me.
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Twelve Years Ago, Japan
Three people were there less than five minutes after the attack. Two of them were middle aged; one was about the same age as my protector. He was completely bald and had calculating eyes like Mas…Boss. The aura about him is the same too, tainted by the darkness he has already seen.
"What happened?" the bald man asked me in crisp Japanese. Two other foreigners were with him, but they focused on my protector.
I mumbled something, and his eyes narrowed.
"It's not your fault," the man barked. "Now tell me, who did this!"
I told him my story. I told him everything and I could see the shadows in his eyes. I wish I knew what he was thinking
"Lex," the man over my protector called out. I could not understand what he was saying. "Bring her with us, if Clark fought for her…"
"You golden-hearted fool," the bald one said for my benefit in Japanese. "You're coming with us, any objections?"
I shook my head. I knew there would be no room for argument.
There was a commotion; I looked up to see several of the yakuza coming. The bald man ordered his men to stop them, but three got past them. They wasted no time, drawing weapons
One of them leveled a gun at us.
There was a spray of bullets.
Someone forced me to the ground.
I heard a scream.
I felt warm blood through my shirt.
"Kill them all," the bald man shouted. He had managed to get out from the man who had tackled them to the ground. He grabbed the gun hand of one of the Yakuza, wrenching it free and pointing it at the man's head.
Three shots rang out.
The man dropped to the ground.
"Son of a bitch," the man said. I understood English swear words, enough tourists had used the house that I understood how they talked. "Kill them all!"
A hail of gun fire answered his order and the Yakuza that had come for them dropped to the ground. I had never seen the Yakuza hurt so badly before.
I struggled, trying to get myself up only to fall back down. I am not strong enough to move the man who had tackled us to the ground.
Police siren's blared and the bald one rushed over to the woman.
"Mom," he mumbled. There is desperation in his voice. He looked at the woman. "No…"
"Mom," he cried out. "Martha, can you hear me."
There was groan.
"Lex," the woman mumbled. "Check Jonathan."
He nodded and laid her gently against the ground. He rushed over to me and helped me pull off the man. He gasped.
I looked up, and saw pain.
His eyes, they were so painful as he lowered the man who shielded me to the ground.
My heart stopped as I looked at my second protector.
"It's not your fault," the bald man repeated.
I wanted to say something, but I had no idea what to say. How could this not be my fault?
"Sir," one of the bald man's men came up to him. "An ambulance will be here."
The bald one said nothing. He simply stared at the man who had shielded me. There were tears in his eyes, but he didn't let them fall. How strong were these foreigners?
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Present, Luthor Towers
"Leave," I whispered. I laced as much malice into my voice as I could. "You will not be warned again."
He turned and nearly spat at me, then he turned back looking at his son in spite, and then stormed from the room.
Alexander's dark mood lightened slightly. He was still worried, his brother was coming to battle what appeared to be the undefeatable.
"Why do you keep him around," I asked, shivering in disgust at the feeling of Alexander's birth father being near me.
I can feel the energy of the world tremble. There is nothing like the sensation he creates, I can feel him when he is near, his presence so strong and bright. I have always wondered why I am able to feel him so clearly, even Lex takes some work for me to know when he is near.
"Because in the end, he is my father," Alexander turned back to the window. He could see explosions in the distance. "I don't have the heart to be the monster my father would be."
"Not anymore," I smile. Alexander likes the world to believe that he was still lurking in the shadows, that he had more back room deals than the President trying to get something through Congress. Truth be told, the bribes stopped when he took control. Now most of Luthor Corps work is on merit alone. Wayne and Queen could barely touch him when he sets his mind on something.
I feel him clearly now, he's here, and he is upset.
"It feels like he is here," I whisper. His aura is angry. The world shudders as he drops towards it.
"Yes, it does," Alexander turned and smiled at me. "You know someday you're going to have to tell me how you know when he is around."
Twelve Years Ago, Japan
Their father was dead, I could hear the doctors talking. I could see the rage in the face of the bald one. He eventually introduced himself as Lex.
My protector was in surgery, the mother was being prepped. They were doubtful that she would ever walk again.
Lex sat down next to me. His eyes were full of coldness.
"Who were they?" He asked.
"Tenjo of the Taka Family," I said softly. "What are you going to do?"
"You are going to stay here," he snapped. "My men are here, they will kill anyone who enters these rooms."
The edge in his voice, it reminded her of the Lord…boss. He always had such a heavy hand when he dealt with girls who ran.
"Please…don't make…"
"Be quiet," he commanded. He stood up. "No one is going to send you back, but I am not sure I can forgive you entirely yet. They're the kind ones, I am not." He said gesturing away from himself. I understood he meant the woman and my two protectors.
He turned slowly and looked back at me.
"Stay here, my men will kill anyone who leaves the room or enters it."
He closed the door, and I knew that he was serious. I looked down at the ground. My first protector would be back here soon if the doctors were right. They found a strange rock in several places on his spine, if what they were saying was true.
I wondered if the bald one would kill me before I had a chance to thank him.
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Present, Luthor Towers
To this day I cannot forget the look in his eyes as he left. This was the Lex that I feared, this was the Lex that I had seen in my dreams. The cold one, the one that could kill without remorse, and the one that would turn on his brother if he thought it would be to his advantage.
The fact that he came back and told me he was sorry always stunned me. He rarely apologized to anyone but Clark or Martha. He cared little what other people thought of him, one of the few things I once wished I could do.
I smiled. Twelve years had brought out that smile that I had hid from the world. Twelve years of love from two brothers, and a mother that I had not had before had done wonders for me.
My own parents…I rarely think of them.
Lex told me that they had actually ran afoul of the Yakuza again, and with no other children to sell off they were not able to get out of it as easily as before.
Clark's presence fills my senses. He is angry. He is very angry.
I still don't know entirely how to explain the feeling. Clark feels so different from the rest of the world, I always think it is because he is my protector, but even Alexander is incredibly protective of me and I cannot feel him as clearly.
"You taking odds on how badly he beats Zod?" I ask, putting away thoughts of the aura that Clark gives off for later.
"Early estimates are five thousand people have died," Lex shook his head. "I don't think there is a way for me to give you odds on what he will do. Forcing him from the shadows is going to piss him off. The deaths will leave him in a murderous state."
I smiled. It's time to annoy my brother once more. "I understand, Alexander."
"Stop that," Alexander snapped playfully. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Lex?"
"At least once more," I smiled cheekily. "He's going to be in for a hard fight."
Lex nodded. "All we can do is put faith in him."
"After all," I look at a screen and watch as my brother takes on the two that had been destroying the League before. Clark's forearm took a full shot from Doomsday, and then he punched the beast sending it into Zod. "The Unseen Man doesn't know when to quit. He does not fail."
"You really need to stop following his fans blog posts," Lex groaned.
I laugh. I actually wrote a blog for him for a while. If my brother ever found out he would probably die from embarrassment. He is like that.
I shudder.
I feel his rage.
He is angry about something. After we met, all of his hate, all of his pain was directed inward, and then he had saved my life again. I don't understand it but that pain, that loss had evaporated from him over the years, even as he ventured into the darkest part of the human existence.
Sometimes I don't know what to make of him. When he is this angry I fear the darkness in his own heart will take over, but I have never seen it.
"You are the one that will dance the stars when I am done," he has whispered to me after the burial of his father. "You are the one I will make a better future for."
I can't find a reason not to believe him anymore. After all, my protectors made the nightmares go away.
