The Sins of the Father Part VII
A Smallville Story By Merrie Thomas
Disclaimer: You know, it's probably a good thing that I don't own them. I don't know if I would want to share. :-)
Summary: Lex has been targeted by an assassin, and it's up to Clark to save him before it's too late.
Characters: Any and all, including Pete! and Lucien Caldwell, my very own evil OFC.
Author's Note: This chapter was a bit of a big step for me. It even required me to do research! shudder I hope you like it. Thank you for all the kind reviews, they truly make my day and tell me that the research is needed to keep you wonderful people happy and continuing to like my story.
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 For violence, language, and forced drug used.
Chapter Seven
With Lucien gone, Lex took the opportunity to look around and gage the situation he now found himself in. He tested the handcuffs, but he was securely attached to the chair he was sitting in. And the chair itself, it seemed to be bolted to the floor. The room around him seemed to be completely empty, but Lex took the opportunity to yell out anyway. "Can anyone hear me? I'm trapped in here! Someone help me!!" After waiting a few seconds for the echoing to stop, Lex's hopes fell. No one was answering. In all likelihood, no one had even heard him. Lex spit blood again from the split lip the man had given him. He cautiously ran his tongue down his lower lip and found blood slowly but surely running down his chin and dripping onto his pant leg. Lex took a moment to reevaluate his situation. Being somewhat of a pessimist, Lex didn't hold out a lot of faith that he would be rescued anytime soon. As good as Clark seemed to be at saving people, Lex didn't really believe he was up to it this time. 'After all, who's to say he even knows where I am?'
'Damn it!' Chloe shouted at herself. 'Lex is counting on you, he may die if you don't find something out!' Chloe tiredly ran a hand across her face. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. It had been hours since Lex had been taken, and they still didn't know where he was. The only information they had was the identity of the man who had taken him, and so far even that hadn't helped much. "Clark?" she called out to her friend. "It's getting kind of late. School was over about an hour ago. Would you have your mother call my dad and tell him that I'm spending the night here? I don't think he'll mind, it is a Friday after all." Clark nodded and left to relay the message to his mother. She turned to her other best friend. "Pete? You could probably do the same if you want to. It's probably going to be a long night, though. But you don't have to stay if you don't want to. I know you don't like Lex very much. It's ok if you want to leave."
"No, I'll stay." Pete said. In truth, he was more worried about Chloe that he could be about Lex any day of the week. 'But,' Pete mused with a sigh, 'that doesn't mean that I want to see the guy dead.' Some part of Pete's mind rebelled at that notion, but he pushed it away. 'Chloe seems to be taking this whole situation a bit more serious that the rest of us. She seems really shaken up over Luthor's kidnaping.' Pete paused, horror flashing across his face. 'Oh dear God, don't let it be true. Chloe's a smart girl. There's no way she could ever fall for Lex Luthor.'
"Pete!" Clark yelled out at his friend. "Do you want my mom to call your family too?" Clark waited for a response, but saw that Pete's mind seemed to be otherwise engaged. Clark decided that Pete would probably want to stay as well so he told his mom to call the Ross family as well. After he did so, he sat at the kitchen table and sighed. He had managed to take his mind off of Lex for a whole five minutes before it all came crashing back to him. 'If only I had been faster, maybe I would have been able to save him.' He thought grimly. As it was, he figured that Chloe secretly blamed him for allowing this to happen. Clark had seen how frustrated she was over trying to find out something on her computer. He vaguely recalled how she had acted in the limousine on the way over here. 'It seems like that happened days ago,' Clark thought. 'There is more than her worry than meets the eye. Can Chloe actually be interested in Lex?' Clark had mused over such an idea earlier, but hadn't had much time to think on it. 'The way she is acting is just how I act around Lana. She's got a crush on Lex!' Clark was both shocked and amused by this revelation. He didn't really mind that Chloe had a crush on him, in fact, he was glad that she wasn't interested in him any longer. As cute and fun to be around as Chloe was, Clark simply could not see himself ever becoming interested in her past the 'just friends' stage. 'Lex, where are you? Chloe needs you?'
Martha Kent couldn't stop worrying about Lex. No matter how she tried, she couldn't put the image of his face as he was taken out of her mind. After she had called both Chloe and Pete's parents, she looked over to Clark as he sat at the kitchen table. She knew he would blame himself for what happened. That was just how Clark reacted to a troubling situation. Even though he probably knew deep down that there was nothing he could have done, he would blame himself anyway. His father was the same way. Taking a deep breath and looking upwards, she silently offered up a prayer for Lex's safety. 'Please God, do not take this man from us. He may not fully realize it yet, but he is slowly becoming a part of this family. Protect him and bring him back to us. In Your name, Amen.'
Jonathan Kent looked over the people in his family and currently residing in his household. Chloe was looking quite frustrated with herself over the computer. She was no doubt having little luck in finding out more about the man who had taken Lex. Pete in turn, looked worried over Chloe. He then turned to look at his son as he sat at the kitchen table. As for him, he looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was no doubt worrying over Lex. Jonathan gave a brief frown to himself. He still didn't fully trust Lex, but he was coming to accept his presence in his family. He had to admit, Lex Luthor had certainly worked his way into all of their lives. It probably hadn't been easy for him, but Jonathan had to admire his persistence. 'I just hope to God that he's all right.'
"Damn it!" Lucien cursed himself. He had left Luthor alone for awhile in the hopes of strengthening his resolve in what he had to do. Luthor had to die, didn't he? Some small part of his mind, a voice actually, tells him that he doesn't. Lucien wants to push this voice away and go on with his plans for revenge, but the voice is insistent. Eerily enough, it sounds a lot like Emily. It urged him that killing someone was no answer, no matter what. With one last curse, Lucien pushed the voice away, but not before it's words had affected him. He had spent four months after Emily's death trying to forgive Lionel Luthor for what he had done to her. He had never wanted to kill anyone. He just wanted to make Luthor pay for what he had done to her. He had initially planned to drug and beat Luthor's son to death. But suddenly a new plan flashed through his mind. He remembered reading over Luthor junior's juvenile files with the help of a friend in the Metropolis P.D. He knew of Lex's rather shady past here in Metropolis. He knew all about Club Zero, the numerous women, and most importantly, the drugs. He had to marvel at how Lex had cleaned himself up completely in only two years. According to the reports, he had tried it all. Not just the more common kinds of drugs, but the new combinations that many people had never even heard of except in the areas where they were created as well. The young Luthor had tried them all and somehow managed through what had to be a supreme act of will to rid himself of it all. Lucien smiled to himself. 'Well, I'm going to change all of that. I want to see Lionel Luthor's face when he finds out his son's become a drug addict again.' He paused a moment, considering. 'I wonder what his new friends back in Kansas will think of him as well.' Lucien chuckled, marveling over the perfection and absolute simplicity of his plan. 'Hell, I'll even use Lex's own money to purchase the drugs. Got to have the good stuff, after all.' Patting his back pocket to make sure he had Lex's purloined wallet still in hand, he went off to make his purchases.
After what seemed like hours, Lex finally gave up on trying to escape. He resolved himself to the grim fact that if the man who held him didn't let him go, he may never get out of here. But although he was pessimistic, Lex wasn't about to give up. Luthor's never gave up without a fight. And as much as he would sometimes like to convince himself otherwise, Lex was indeed a Luthor. If a chance came for him to escape, Lex would take it without question. He would make his way to the nearest phone, and would wipe the scum who had kidnaped him off the face of the earth. So, instead of wasting his energy at pulling at the handcuffs or shouting his lungs out, Lex would just sit and wait. He could be very patient when he put his mind to it, and right now he was. he was surprised when he found out he wouldn't have to wait long. He glanced up in the direction of the footsteps he had heard coming towards him. His captor had returned. Lex's calm composure dropped when he saw that Lucien had a smile on his face and a hand behind his back. "What are you doing?" Lex asked cautiously, not sure he wanted to know."
"I'm ensuring that you be made to suffer for the ills your father has caused me." Was his calm reply.
Lex didn't bother to inform this mad man that he had nothing to do with what had happened to the man's daughter, he knew it would be useless at this point. "And how do you plan to do that?" Lex asked.
"With this." Lucien answered with a smile, bring his hand out from behind his back. "You can find anything if you know the right places to look. And believe me, I looked." He looked ponderously at the capped needle he had in his left hand. "You know, I know a lot about you, Mr. Luthor. I know about your, shall we say, rather shady past here in Metropolis. I know all about Club Zero." He paused and laughed. "I even know what really happened, not what was printed in the newspapers or what you told that dirty cop." Lex's eyes widened a bit at this revelation.
"And?" Lex prodded, wanting for him to get to the point.
"And I've decided that I don't want to kill you." Lex wanted to feel relieved, but the sight of the needle in the man's hand wouldn't allow him to. "In fact, who knows? I may even let you go in a few weeks."
"What are you going to do with that?" Lex asked, indicating the needle with a nod of his head.
"This?" Lucien asked, holding up the needle to his face for further inspection. "Well this is Heroin. I bought it a few hours ago with the money I stole from your wallet. I'm assured that it's the really good stuff, but I'm afraid one never knows. As for what I'm going to do with it, I'm going to give it to you."
"Why?" Lex managed to choke out in his shock.
"Because I know how much you pride yourself on being able to kick all your drug habits in the last two years. I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you. You have my grudging respect for that at least, you really do." He paused again, letting his words sink in. "But unfortunately, I want to see you weak. I want to see you suffer. I want to see you beg me for your next fix. I want to see all that cool control and resolve crumble underneath my hands. I want to see you pay." Before Lex could say another word, Lucien uncuffed his right arm and stuck the needle into him, pumping it's contents into his system. After Lucien pulled the syringe out, Lex's arm dropped off the chair arm, blood welling up from the point of entry. Lex looked down in shock at what had been done to him. Then, suddenly, the feeling set in. The wonderful feeling or peacefulness and euphoria that he had been depriving himself for so long. He licked his lips as his mouth dried. 'Oh God,' Lex thought to himself. 'Not again, I can't go through losing this again.' He gave a sigh as his head dropped to his chest.
"Wait!" Lucien yelled at him. "Wake up, damn you! Don't do this to me!" Lucien panicked. 'Did I give him too much? Is this what an overdose looks like? Oh God, what have I done?' He tried shaking Lex's shoulder, but all Lex did was moan softly. "Damn it!" Lucien yelled, shaking Lex's shoulders. He got a bleary look from him in return. "That's right, stay awake!" He told him firmly. "Oh man, I gotta go get some help." At that, he ran off, leaving Lex on his own once more.
TBC
A/N: I know, I know. You all hate cliffhangers, right? Well, I had to leave some drama to make you want to read the next chapter, didn't I? The story is beginning to come to a close anyway, so don't worry. Hope you're not too mad at me, the next part should be up in a few days. Promise!
A Smallville Story By Merrie Thomas
Disclaimer: You know, it's probably a good thing that I don't own them. I don't know if I would want to share. :-)
Summary: Lex has been targeted by an assassin, and it's up to Clark to save him before it's too late.
Characters: Any and all, including Pete! and Lucien Caldwell, my very own evil OFC.
Author's Note: This chapter was a bit of a big step for me. It even required me to do research! shudder I hope you like it. Thank you for all the kind reviews, they truly make my day and tell me that the research is needed to keep you wonderful people happy and continuing to like my story.
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 For violence, language, and forced drug used.
Chapter Seven
With Lucien gone, Lex took the opportunity to look around and gage the situation he now found himself in. He tested the handcuffs, but he was securely attached to the chair he was sitting in. And the chair itself, it seemed to be bolted to the floor. The room around him seemed to be completely empty, but Lex took the opportunity to yell out anyway. "Can anyone hear me? I'm trapped in here! Someone help me!!" After waiting a few seconds for the echoing to stop, Lex's hopes fell. No one was answering. In all likelihood, no one had even heard him. Lex spit blood again from the split lip the man had given him. He cautiously ran his tongue down his lower lip and found blood slowly but surely running down his chin and dripping onto his pant leg. Lex took a moment to reevaluate his situation. Being somewhat of a pessimist, Lex didn't hold out a lot of faith that he would be rescued anytime soon. As good as Clark seemed to be at saving people, Lex didn't really believe he was up to it this time. 'After all, who's to say he even knows where I am?'
'Damn it!' Chloe shouted at herself. 'Lex is counting on you, he may die if you don't find something out!' Chloe tiredly ran a hand across her face. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. It had been hours since Lex had been taken, and they still didn't know where he was. The only information they had was the identity of the man who had taken him, and so far even that hadn't helped much. "Clark?" she called out to her friend. "It's getting kind of late. School was over about an hour ago. Would you have your mother call my dad and tell him that I'm spending the night here? I don't think he'll mind, it is a Friday after all." Clark nodded and left to relay the message to his mother. She turned to her other best friend. "Pete? You could probably do the same if you want to. It's probably going to be a long night, though. But you don't have to stay if you don't want to. I know you don't like Lex very much. It's ok if you want to leave."
"No, I'll stay." Pete said. In truth, he was more worried about Chloe that he could be about Lex any day of the week. 'But,' Pete mused with a sigh, 'that doesn't mean that I want to see the guy dead.' Some part of Pete's mind rebelled at that notion, but he pushed it away. 'Chloe seems to be taking this whole situation a bit more serious that the rest of us. She seems really shaken up over Luthor's kidnaping.' Pete paused, horror flashing across his face. 'Oh dear God, don't let it be true. Chloe's a smart girl. There's no way she could ever fall for Lex Luthor.'
"Pete!" Clark yelled out at his friend. "Do you want my mom to call your family too?" Clark waited for a response, but saw that Pete's mind seemed to be otherwise engaged. Clark decided that Pete would probably want to stay as well so he told his mom to call the Ross family as well. After he did so, he sat at the kitchen table and sighed. He had managed to take his mind off of Lex for a whole five minutes before it all came crashing back to him. 'If only I had been faster, maybe I would have been able to save him.' He thought grimly. As it was, he figured that Chloe secretly blamed him for allowing this to happen. Clark had seen how frustrated she was over trying to find out something on her computer. He vaguely recalled how she had acted in the limousine on the way over here. 'It seems like that happened days ago,' Clark thought. 'There is more than her worry than meets the eye. Can Chloe actually be interested in Lex?' Clark had mused over such an idea earlier, but hadn't had much time to think on it. 'The way she is acting is just how I act around Lana. She's got a crush on Lex!' Clark was both shocked and amused by this revelation. He didn't really mind that Chloe had a crush on him, in fact, he was glad that she wasn't interested in him any longer. As cute and fun to be around as Chloe was, Clark simply could not see himself ever becoming interested in her past the 'just friends' stage. 'Lex, where are you? Chloe needs you?'
Martha Kent couldn't stop worrying about Lex. No matter how she tried, she couldn't put the image of his face as he was taken out of her mind. After she had called both Chloe and Pete's parents, she looked over to Clark as he sat at the kitchen table. She knew he would blame himself for what happened. That was just how Clark reacted to a troubling situation. Even though he probably knew deep down that there was nothing he could have done, he would blame himself anyway. His father was the same way. Taking a deep breath and looking upwards, she silently offered up a prayer for Lex's safety. 'Please God, do not take this man from us. He may not fully realize it yet, but he is slowly becoming a part of this family. Protect him and bring him back to us. In Your name, Amen.'
Jonathan Kent looked over the people in his family and currently residing in his household. Chloe was looking quite frustrated with herself over the computer. She was no doubt having little luck in finding out more about the man who had taken Lex. Pete in turn, looked worried over Chloe. He then turned to look at his son as he sat at the kitchen table. As for him, he looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was no doubt worrying over Lex. Jonathan gave a brief frown to himself. He still didn't fully trust Lex, but he was coming to accept his presence in his family. He had to admit, Lex Luthor had certainly worked his way into all of their lives. It probably hadn't been easy for him, but Jonathan had to admire his persistence. 'I just hope to God that he's all right.'
"Damn it!" Lucien cursed himself. He had left Luthor alone for awhile in the hopes of strengthening his resolve in what he had to do. Luthor had to die, didn't he? Some small part of his mind, a voice actually, tells him that he doesn't. Lucien wants to push this voice away and go on with his plans for revenge, but the voice is insistent. Eerily enough, it sounds a lot like Emily. It urged him that killing someone was no answer, no matter what. With one last curse, Lucien pushed the voice away, but not before it's words had affected him. He had spent four months after Emily's death trying to forgive Lionel Luthor for what he had done to her. He had never wanted to kill anyone. He just wanted to make Luthor pay for what he had done to her. He had initially planned to drug and beat Luthor's son to death. But suddenly a new plan flashed through his mind. He remembered reading over Luthor junior's juvenile files with the help of a friend in the Metropolis P.D. He knew of Lex's rather shady past here in Metropolis. He knew all about Club Zero, the numerous women, and most importantly, the drugs. He had to marvel at how Lex had cleaned himself up completely in only two years. According to the reports, he had tried it all. Not just the more common kinds of drugs, but the new combinations that many people had never even heard of except in the areas where they were created as well. The young Luthor had tried them all and somehow managed through what had to be a supreme act of will to rid himself of it all. Lucien smiled to himself. 'Well, I'm going to change all of that. I want to see Lionel Luthor's face when he finds out his son's become a drug addict again.' He paused a moment, considering. 'I wonder what his new friends back in Kansas will think of him as well.' Lucien chuckled, marveling over the perfection and absolute simplicity of his plan. 'Hell, I'll even use Lex's own money to purchase the drugs. Got to have the good stuff, after all.' Patting his back pocket to make sure he had Lex's purloined wallet still in hand, he went off to make his purchases.
After what seemed like hours, Lex finally gave up on trying to escape. He resolved himself to the grim fact that if the man who held him didn't let him go, he may never get out of here. But although he was pessimistic, Lex wasn't about to give up. Luthor's never gave up without a fight. And as much as he would sometimes like to convince himself otherwise, Lex was indeed a Luthor. If a chance came for him to escape, Lex would take it without question. He would make his way to the nearest phone, and would wipe the scum who had kidnaped him off the face of the earth. So, instead of wasting his energy at pulling at the handcuffs or shouting his lungs out, Lex would just sit and wait. He could be very patient when he put his mind to it, and right now he was. he was surprised when he found out he wouldn't have to wait long. He glanced up in the direction of the footsteps he had heard coming towards him. His captor had returned. Lex's calm composure dropped when he saw that Lucien had a smile on his face and a hand behind his back. "What are you doing?" Lex asked cautiously, not sure he wanted to know."
"I'm ensuring that you be made to suffer for the ills your father has caused me." Was his calm reply.
Lex didn't bother to inform this mad man that he had nothing to do with what had happened to the man's daughter, he knew it would be useless at this point. "And how do you plan to do that?" Lex asked.
"With this." Lucien answered with a smile, bring his hand out from behind his back. "You can find anything if you know the right places to look. And believe me, I looked." He looked ponderously at the capped needle he had in his left hand. "You know, I know a lot about you, Mr. Luthor. I know about your, shall we say, rather shady past here in Metropolis. I know all about Club Zero." He paused and laughed. "I even know what really happened, not what was printed in the newspapers or what you told that dirty cop." Lex's eyes widened a bit at this revelation.
"And?" Lex prodded, wanting for him to get to the point.
"And I've decided that I don't want to kill you." Lex wanted to feel relieved, but the sight of the needle in the man's hand wouldn't allow him to. "In fact, who knows? I may even let you go in a few weeks."
"What are you going to do with that?" Lex asked, indicating the needle with a nod of his head.
"This?" Lucien asked, holding up the needle to his face for further inspection. "Well this is Heroin. I bought it a few hours ago with the money I stole from your wallet. I'm assured that it's the really good stuff, but I'm afraid one never knows. As for what I'm going to do with it, I'm going to give it to you."
"Why?" Lex managed to choke out in his shock.
"Because I know how much you pride yourself on being able to kick all your drug habits in the last two years. I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you. You have my grudging respect for that at least, you really do." He paused again, letting his words sink in. "But unfortunately, I want to see you weak. I want to see you suffer. I want to see you beg me for your next fix. I want to see all that cool control and resolve crumble underneath my hands. I want to see you pay." Before Lex could say another word, Lucien uncuffed his right arm and stuck the needle into him, pumping it's contents into his system. After Lucien pulled the syringe out, Lex's arm dropped off the chair arm, blood welling up from the point of entry. Lex looked down in shock at what had been done to him. Then, suddenly, the feeling set in. The wonderful feeling or peacefulness and euphoria that he had been depriving himself for so long. He licked his lips as his mouth dried. 'Oh God,' Lex thought to himself. 'Not again, I can't go through losing this again.' He gave a sigh as his head dropped to his chest.
"Wait!" Lucien yelled at him. "Wake up, damn you! Don't do this to me!" Lucien panicked. 'Did I give him too much? Is this what an overdose looks like? Oh God, what have I done?' He tried shaking Lex's shoulder, but all Lex did was moan softly. "Damn it!" Lucien yelled, shaking Lex's shoulders. He got a bleary look from him in return. "That's right, stay awake!" He told him firmly. "Oh man, I gotta go get some help." At that, he ran off, leaving Lex on his own once more.
TBC
A/N: I know, I know. You all hate cliffhangers, right? Well, I had to leave some drama to make you want to read the next chapter, didn't I? The story is beginning to come to a close anyway, so don't worry. Hope you're not too mad at me, the next part should be up in a few days. Promise!