"You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie," Daniel Powter

Lex leads me through a maze of hallways, making me terribly confused and remarkably dizzy. He walks no less than ten steps ahead of me the entire time, not saying a word other than the occasional, "hurry up," or "don't touch me." I try to talk to him, of course, but with each failed attempt I grow more and more doubtful of my chances.

By the time we get to the place he's taking me, I've all but given up on ever having any sort of a positive relationship with Lex. It looks like Oliver was right all along, which is bad enough by it self, but it doubly sucks now. Either I'll never get out of here and my lasts thoughts we be of how Ollie was right and I was wrong, or the other guys will rescues me and he'll never let me live this down.

This would all be so much easier if I was under the influence of Red-K. At lest then it wouldn't all be my fault. I trusted Lex Luthor. I didn't just let him back into my life, I trusted him, completely. That has to be the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life.

"Would I be correct to presume that while I'm wearing this thing, you'll be able to track my location at all times?" I ask, even though it's a really stupid question. I just wanna hear his voice. I just want him to talk to me again.

Even after all of this, after everything he's done to me, I still love Lex. Part of me still believes that he is capable of real change, that he just might (one day) be able to forgive me. Lex doesn't say a word. He just stares at me angrily, as if he can't believe I would ever ask. "Lex, talk to me. I just—I wanna. Is there anything I can do?"

"Go back to your apartment. Tomorrow morning you are going to take care of this," he says, tossing me a folder. I don't even look at what's inside. I know it's going to bad, might as well try to delay the inevitable.

"Come on, man. Just talk to me. We used to be best friend. I care about you. And I know that you have got feelings for me too."

"1. we used to be friends, 'used to be' being the key words there.

If you had ever cared for me at all, you would have told me the truth, and

I have nothing but disdain for you. I hate you," he says, but won't even look at me.

"If that were true, if you really didn't feel anything then you wouldn't mind that I lied to you. The only reason you're so upset, is because you cared."

"Shut up," he says, backhanding me, hard, across the cheek. Then he turns away. "Get out of here, or you are going to really regret all of this."

"I know you well enough to know that you would never really hurt me. Lex, you're not a bad guy. I know that. This isn't you."

"Leave. Now. If you don't, I will be forced to hurt you, and for the last time you don't know anything about me."

"Lex, please. I love you. I'm sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt. I'm sorry I lied to you but we don't to," I'm unable to finish my sentence.

There is a sudden, terrible explosion of pain in my hand. It runs all the way up to my shoulder. It's almost as if every bone in my arm has been replaced by Kryptonite. The pain starts getting, worse as it spreads throughout every bit of my body. Lex slugs me, again, and I fall to the floor in complete and total agony.

"Keep talking and I'll do that again. Maybe I'll turn the juice up a bit next time," Lex says, showing me the remote control that is, obviously, connected to my bracelet. "You dropped this," he tells me, throwing the folder back in my face.

"What the hell was that," I'm barely manage to squeak out, after several minutes go by. The pain in my arm is gone; at least it is for now.

"That was only fifteen percent of what that little thing on your arm can do. Been working on it for almost a year now. If I turn the juice up past 50 the pain alone would probably kill you." When Lex tells me the last part, I can see just how much he has come to hate me and that he's not only thought about what he just said, but that he's probably planning it already.

"You put a microphone in this thing too? I wanna make sure you have completely invaded my privacy. That way you won't have to bug my phone in order to find out whether or not I'm betraying you when I call to order a pizza. How about we set up cameras in my apartment too? What the hell happened to you?

Lex's hand reaches for the remote, and I can't do anything except flinch. Luckily he doesn't push the button. "I don't know why I ever thought that anybody could save you. I don't know why I even tried."

"Please," Lex rolls his eyes. "You never tried to do anything for me. You liked having me around so you could have someone to blame when everything went wrong. I'm a Luthor and therefore a perfect scapegoat."

"There were very few things that went wrong in Smallville to which you couldn't be connected in someway, but you don't have to be that guy. When we first met, you told me the last thing you wanted was to turn out like your dad, and I thought I could help you so you wouldn't have to."

"You didn't honestly expect that to work did you, Clark? I am not like my father, not in any way. I'm not!"

"No Lex, you're worse," I say, and super-speed off before he can get a chance to zap me with that thing again. I know I should check in with the other guys, tell them what I've gotten myself into, so they can help me get out of it, but I don't do that. I don't even call them.

I just go home. Then I set my alarm and climb into bed. I lay there, praying that maybe, just maybe, Lex will change his mind. I don't expect a full conversion over night. In fact, I doubt he'll ever play on the side of the angels, but there is a chance, however small, that part of him can still be saved.

If I have any luck at all, I reached this part of him today, and I hurt it. When I finally do fall asleep, I have no idea what's going to happen with this Lex thing. But when I hear the phone ringing at 5:00 AM, I know it's him.