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Six months later
-Lex's point of view
The past few months had been strange…to say the least. Most importantly, Clark wasn't acting Clark-like. When he had picked him up from school it had seemed as if Clark couldn't remember why he had decided to tell Lex about being an alien. After pressing him, Clark just said it was the right thing to do.
Obviously.
But something had to have set Clark off.
And there was the fact that it was almost as if Clark didn't particularly want to stay friends with Lex, only bothering to stop in when he needed money or other sorts of favors.
If Lex didn't know any better, and he did, since Superman was still making regular appearances, he would have thought that the person that was using Clarks body wasn't actually Clark.
Which was impossible. And he really didn't want to make Clark mad at him. Again.
-Clark's view point
Someone was in the room.
They must need more blood.
"Hey freak, how's it going?" The man's voice range through the small cell.
It wasn't going to be a good day. He wasn't one of the scientists. Just a guard. One that was hired to hurt him.
Clark didn't answer. It was better that way.
"You think you're too good to talk to humans? Huh?" And then the kicking started.
It didn't used to hurt. Before. When he wasn't full to brim with meteor rocks. But now…well now it took all his will power not to make any sounds.
Time passed. One big block of pain. The man was still yelling but the words didn't make much sense anymore. Nonsensical words about Clark being below him. Not deserving to live on this planet. Eventually he would leave.
And another one would come.
-Lex's point of view
Lana.
He never would have thought that it would have been Lana to make him finally realize that something was wrong with Clark.
Because Clark told him he didn't like Lana anymore in very definite terms. Thought she was too girly, unable to think for herself, etc. The reasons didn't matter so much as the fact that Clark was over her (thank god for that).
Until recently. Yesterday in fact, in the Talon. When Clark had informed Lex that he was going to ask Lana formal. Which was weird even if it wasn't Lana, considering Clark had all the courage of squirrel when talking to girls.
So Lex had asked why and in reply Clark said that he had always loved Lana and that didn't Lex know that? Giving his perfected quizzical stare that made it appear as if Clark was the definition of rightness and the person on the receiving end of the stare was insane, which in this case was Lex.
Then Lana walked up. With her meteor rock necklace. That was showing no sign of starting to glow anytime soon.
Luckily Clark, or whoever was impersonating Clark, didn't noticed Lex's realization as he was too focused on whatever Lana was saying. He hardly even noticed when Lex said his goodbyes and walked out the door.
It was kind of refreshing in a way. Knowing that this cold imitation of Clark wasn't actually Clark. Of course, then the panicking kicked in because Lex had no idea where the real Clark was.
Lex didn't really know what he was going to do. One thing for sure though, don't let Martha know. He would find Clark soon enough and it would be as if he was never gone. No use worrying her over nothing.
-Clark's point of view
Lex was talking to him again. Or rather the image of Lex that his mind had made up in its tortured state was talking to him. He knew that it wasn't Lex but he didn't particularly care.
It made him feel better imagining that Lex would be sorry about his state of being. Pretending that they were still friends. Sometimes he wondered whether Lex realized that Clark wasn't in Smallville anymore. The man said that Lex had moved a week after Clark had been kidnapped, but he wasn't so sure he believed that. Lex wouldn't have moved. It would have seemed to him as if he had lost. Surrendered to the almighty Clark.
Ha. Almighty Clark. If only all those people he had saved could see him now.
Cowering in a corner. Whimpering anytime someone walked through the door. He was actually thankful when it was someone who wanted to figure out the scientific miracle that was Clark's body.
He wished he had some clothes. The Lex in his mind said that clothes weren't worn for the first however many years of human history but it still was humiliating. The scars that riddled his body stood out against his skin that now had a slight green tint to it. He was amazed that kryptonite hadn't killed him yet. The scientists said that they were able to get a precise dosage, but that was sort of like saying that they had found the correct dosage of rat poison. Eventually the rat would die. Even if it took a couple of tries. He was starting to.
He wasn't hungry anymore. Good, considering they hardly fed him but he knew it wasn't just some alien thing considering he used to always be hungry. His body was breaking down.
He wasn't even sure if he was able to talk anymore; it had been so long since he had last spoken. Don't underused muscles just disappear? What was the word? Oh yeah, atrophy.
It didn't really matter in the long run though. Who was going to hear him talk? The last time he had tried they had locked him in box filled with liquid meteor rock and told him to "just keep swimming" mocking him with references to a time when he was able to see movies with friends. Needless to say he couldn't keep swimming and had ended inhaling the poison into his lungs.
That was the first time Lex had shown up.
At first it was only in dreams, making him almost grateful when he was hit hard enough to be knocked unconscious. Then he started to show up whenever Clark was hurting.
Well, if he had to go insane. Lex wasn't the worst hallucination he could have. It would be kind of nice if his face was the last thing he saw before died.
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