Okay, this is my first ever Smallville story. Bear with me, it may be
pretty confusing at first, but it's just the way I reveal a lot of
information at once.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Smallville characters they belong to the WB and whoever else has a piece of them. However I did create a few characters and those are mine all mine I tell you! And there are possibly spoilers. I don't know when, but it can range from the pilot up until the most recent episode.
"Reflections"
~Part-II
Brianus entered the room and the familiar chrome colored walls changed drastically to a stark white. Again, he knew everyone was aware of his every action. Gripping his portfolio, he strode purposefully into the room toward a table placed in the far left of the room. Brianus hated the rooms in this complex. They were an obvious wasted of space. Each room was far to big for it's purpose and there were never anymore than three pieces of furniture in a room. Every surface in the compound was either black, or white, or silver. Each surface was reflective, and showed every action. But that was the point. Information was being gathered and recorded at all times. Just like the information he held underneath his arm. He looked ahead at the long table. There were two men sitting down across from each other. They held a position at the far left of the table. At least 37 people could be seated, but in accordance with the wasted extravagance theme, only two people sat. Brianus recognized the two men seated. They were above him by three levels and were nice fellows. But their jobs in the organization were quickly turning them into the cold, lifeless bodies that he was so accustomed to seeing. It was sad, but he knew the same desensitization would have him in its grips the moment he started to advance. It was a necessity for the job. And as lucrative as a high position was, it would always come with great cost. He looked at the third man who was standing as if in lecture to the two seated. Brianus did not recognize this man, but it was he who he was sent to see. The man looked up at Brianus and nodded. Then turning to the two men seated, he dismissed them. The men rose mechanically and left the room quickly.
Brianus watched as the men he knew passed by him without so much as a nod. He furrowed his brows in sadness. 'Am I destined to be that,' he wondered. Shaking out of his reverie, he put on his best game face and approached the man.
"Brianus, please, sit."
Brianus obeyed, laying the portfolio on the table. He was accustomed to the mock courtesies that were exchanged. This was business; that is all it will ever be.
The man continued, "I understand that you have something for me?"
"Yes sir." He lifted the portfolio and held it out for the other to take it.
"Thank you." Before opening it he said, "You may call me Legal."
"Yes, Mr. Legal."
"No, just, Legal," he said as he nodded toward Brianus and paced towards the wall.
Brianus watched Legal walk towards the small black desk against the wall. 'Legal' he thought, how ironic. There is nothing within these walls that fit such a description. He glanced at Legal and law him remove some of the papers from the portfolio and lay it down on the desk. Another plain piece of furniture to lay flatly on the ground in this stark encasement they called a room. Turning to look at his hands he wondered at them. They were so simple. Practical and useful, they were also instruments of destruction. Foreign entities with the ability to send a man to a quick death or to eternal torture, and pain. Yet they were a part of him, and the reflective surfaces in this establishment would never let him forget that. Once again he wished for sunglasses to block out the constant light in this institution. He wanted peace and privacy. And wondered if even, at times, these unscrupulous people could read his mind. But then again he was one of them. And what he knew, they knew collectively.
"Brianus?"
"Yes sir," it was a reflex. He popped his head up and turned towards Legal.
"Good job. You are sure this information is correct and current?"
It was a trick question. "Of course, Legal. There is nothing that we do not know."
Legal smiled, he passed the first of many tests. "Brianus the first course of action is already taking place. We must concern ourselves with the second." He plopped the papers down on top of the desk and began to pace over to where Brianus was seated. Stopping in front of the young pupil he stared intently searching for signs of nervousness, weakness. It would do no good to have a student who can't take the heat.
Brianus, to his credit, did not flinch. He was well aware that he would be tested constantly. He had already figured out, for no one was ever pre- informed, that Legal was to be his next instructor. It was the way things worked here. Each time one moved up a level in the organization they were given a small group of attendants who were there to do everything instructed. These attendants were always at least five grades lower than the person they were assigned to. And each time someone moved up a level his or her previous attendants were reassigned and transported to a different center. That was the way it worked here. Each time one advanced he or she was given the opportunity to reinvent him, or herself. And since his or her previous attendants were removed, no one would remember whom the advancer was. 'Legal' was most likely just another alias. But with each instructor Brianus received, he learned valuble information that helped him adjust to his surroundings. He wondered just what this new mentor would teach him.
Legal broke off the glance, satisfied by Brianus' expressionless face. "What ideas do you have Brianus? What do you think of this 'situation'?
Brianus nearly fell out of his seat. In all his years here, no one had ever asked him for his opinion. This was a big jump for him. Gathering his composure he spoke, "We must thoroughly prepare for him. He may be a challenge even with the existing safeguards. Also, he is a friend to the local billionaire, Lex Luthor. That could pose a problem should he turn up missing. Someone, with money, could start looking for him." Brianus hoped he wasn't too presumptuous, but he was asked his opinion.
Legal nodded and walked back to the small desk on the other side of the room to retrieve the packet he just receieved. Walking back to the table that Brianus sat at, he threw the papers down towards his apprentice. "What we are going to do Brianus is look through that information systematically. We must know the hunted better than he knows himself. We must anticipate his movements." This statement elicited an evil grin from Legal. "We cannot thoroughly prepare for him until we understand him. These facts do not give us the entire picture. We must look closer in order to truly understand how it fits together. And once we understand his situation completely, we can take actions to avoid unwanted questions as to his whereabouts."
That was not the answer that Brianus was accustomed to hearing. Up until this point he had been instructed to put all faith in the information itself, not to analyze it, for their information could never be wrong. He knew then, that he would learn a great deal from Legal. But he just had to know.
"Legal, I have a question."
"Yes, Brianus?"
[End Part Two]
Well that's it for now. Please let me know what you think. Any comments or criticism is always welcome.
~Sapphire
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Smallville characters they belong to the WB and whoever else has a piece of them. However I did create a few characters and those are mine all mine I tell you! And there are possibly spoilers. I don't know when, but it can range from the pilot up until the most recent episode.
"Reflections"
~Part-II
Brianus entered the room and the familiar chrome colored walls changed drastically to a stark white. Again, he knew everyone was aware of his every action. Gripping his portfolio, he strode purposefully into the room toward a table placed in the far left of the room. Brianus hated the rooms in this complex. They were an obvious wasted of space. Each room was far to big for it's purpose and there were never anymore than three pieces of furniture in a room. Every surface in the compound was either black, or white, or silver. Each surface was reflective, and showed every action. But that was the point. Information was being gathered and recorded at all times. Just like the information he held underneath his arm. He looked ahead at the long table. There were two men sitting down across from each other. They held a position at the far left of the table. At least 37 people could be seated, but in accordance with the wasted extravagance theme, only two people sat. Brianus recognized the two men seated. They were above him by three levels and were nice fellows. But their jobs in the organization were quickly turning them into the cold, lifeless bodies that he was so accustomed to seeing. It was sad, but he knew the same desensitization would have him in its grips the moment he started to advance. It was a necessity for the job. And as lucrative as a high position was, it would always come with great cost. He looked at the third man who was standing as if in lecture to the two seated. Brianus did not recognize this man, but it was he who he was sent to see. The man looked up at Brianus and nodded. Then turning to the two men seated, he dismissed them. The men rose mechanically and left the room quickly.
Brianus watched as the men he knew passed by him without so much as a nod. He furrowed his brows in sadness. 'Am I destined to be that,' he wondered. Shaking out of his reverie, he put on his best game face and approached the man.
"Brianus, please, sit."
Brianus obeyed, laying the portfolio on the table. He was accustomed to the mock courtesies that were exchanged. This was business; that is all it will ever be.
The man continued, "I understand that you have something for me?"
"Yes sir." He lifted the portfolio and held it out for the other to take it.
"Thank you." Before opening it he said, "You may call me Legal."
"Yes, Mr. Legal."
"No, just, Legal," he said as he nodded toward Brianus and paced towards the wall.
Brianus watched Legal walk towards the small black desk against the wall. 'Legal' he thought, how ironic. There is nothing within these walls that fit such a description. He glanced at Legal and law him remove some of the papers from the portfolio and lay it down on the desk. Another plain piece of furniture to lay flatly on the ground in this stark encasement they called a room. Turning to look at his hands he wondered at them. They were so simple. Practical and useful, they were also instruments of destruction. Foreign entities with the ability to send a man to a quick death or to eternal torture, and pain. Yet they were a part of him, and the reflective surfaces in this establishment would never let him forget that. Once again he wished for sunglasses to block out the constant light in this institution. He wanted peace and privacy. And wondered if even, at times, these unscrupulous people could read his mind. But then again he was one of them. And what he knew, they knew collectively.
"Brianus?"
"Yes sir," it was a reflex. He popped his head up and turned towards Legal.
"Good job. You are sure this information is correct and current?"
It was a trick question. "Of course, Legal. There is nothing that we do not know."
Legal smiled, he passed the first of many tests. "Brianus the first course of action is already taking place. We must concern ourselves with the second." He plopped the papers down on top of the desk and began to pace over to where Brianus was seated. Stopping in front of the young pupil he stared intently searching for signs of nervousness, weakness. It would do no good to have a student who can't take the heat.
Brianus, to his credit, did not flinch. He was well aware that he would be tested constantly. He had already figured out, for no one was ever pre- informed, that Legal was to be his next instructor. It was the way things worked here. Each time one moved up a level in the organization they were given a small group of attendants who were there to do everything instructed. These attendants were always at least five grades lower than the person they were assigned to. And each time someone moved up a level his or her previous attendants were reassigned and transported to a different center. That was the way it worked here. Each time one advanced he or she was given the opportunity to reinvent him, or herself. And since his or her previous attendants were removed, no one would remember whom the advancer was. 'Legal' was most likely just another alias. But with each instructor Brianus received, he learned valuble information that helped him adjust to his surroundings. He wondered just what this new mentor would teach him.
Legal broke off the glance, satisfied by Brianus' expressionless face. "What ideas do you have Brianus? What do you think of this 'situation'?
Brianus nearly fell out of his seat. In all his years here, no one had ever asked him for his opinion. This was a big jump for him. Gathering his composure he spoke, "We must thoroughly prepare for him. He may be a challenge even with the existing safeguards. Also, he is a friend to the local billionaire, Lex Luthor. That could pose a problem should he turn up missing. Someone, with money, could start looking for him." Brianus hoped he wasn't too presumptuous, but he was asked his opinion.
Legal nodded and walked back to the small desk on the other side of the room to retrieve the packet he just receieved. Walking back to the table that Brianus sat at, he threw the papers down towards his apprentice. "What we are going to do Brianus is look through that information systematically. We must know the hunted better than he knows himself. We must anticipate his movements." This statement elicited an evil grin from Legal. "We cannot thoroughly prepare for him until we understand him. These facts do not give us the entire picture. We must look closer in order to truly understand how it fits together. And once we understand his situation completely, we can take actions to avoid unwanted questions as to his whereabouts."
That was not the answer that Brianus was accustomed to hearing. Up until this point he had been instructed to put all faith in the information itself, not to analyze it, for their information could never be wrong. He knew then, that he would learn a great deal from Legal. But he just had to know.
"Legal, I have a question."
"Yes, Brianus?"
[End Part Two]
Well that's it for now. Please let me know what you think. Any comments or criticism is always welcome.
~Sapphire