AThe Sins of the Father Part VIII
A Smallville Story By Merrie Thomas
Disclaimer: Maybe if I just close my eyes tight and wish real hard....
Summary: Lex has been targeted by an assassin, and it's up to Clark to save him before it's too late.
Characters: Lex primarily, with a little Clark, Chloe, Pete!, Jonathan, and Martha thrown in for fun. Also starring Lucien Caldwell, my very own little evil OFC.
Author's Note: Yea!! Cliffhanger resolution chapters! Don't you just love 'em? I know I do! Again, thank you to everyone who had given me such great reviews! They really do keep me from making you wait too long to read new chapters after the really mean cluffhangers that I enjoy writing so much. Also, this chapter includes a minor Pete/Chloe dynamic. Don't worry though, I'm still a proud Chlexer, through and through.
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 For violence, language, and drug usage.
Chapter Eight
Absolute bliss. There were no other words to describe it. Lex hadn't felt this good in two years. Ever since he was forced to kick all the bad habits he had required over 19 years of life. All he wanted to do right now was to nod off and drift away, but he wouldn't let himself. Biting his split lip hard, he groaned in pain and came crashing back into reality. 'I've got to get out of here while that maniac is away,' He thought, forcing his brain to be clear. He knew it wouldn't be long before his mind would become clouded and he wouldn't be able to do much of anything except sit there. He slowly flexed his right arm, noticing in astonishment that Lucien had left it uncuffed in his haste. 'Hurry, you fool! He'll most certainly be back soon! This could be your only chance!' He turned and looked at his other hand with a grimace. It was still handcuffed. 'Oh man, I really hate doing this.' In all his altercations with the Metropolis P.D., Lex had been handcuffed quite a few times. He even had experience with getting out of them if the opportunity was required. It usually wasn't. His father usually had him released only minutes after his arrival at the police station. Every once and awhile though he would escape from the police and take his chances. Besides, it was fun. Reaching over to his still-handcuffed hand, Lex silently thanked the heroin that was currently running through his veins. 'Maybe it won't hurt as much as it usually does. One can always hope.' After a count, Lex wrenched his thumb out of joint with a grunt and ever so slowly inched his way out of the cuff. 'Shit, that hurt!' He silently yelled at himself. Some still clear part of his mind informed him that now was the time to move and be as silent as he possibly could. Lex stood up slowly, and made his way to the door on rather unsteady feet, cradling his dislocated thumb in his other hand. As he reached the door, he thanked his captor's haste once more as he found it unlocked. Stepping outside, he took a deep breath in the early evening air. It wasn't dark yet, but it soon would be and Lex needed to get to a phone, a car, anything. He stopped what he was doing and suddenly turned around, certain that Lucien was back and that he would find him and lock him back up in any minute. His eyes frantically searched the area, but he found no trace of him nor of the limo they had traveled in. Some distant part of his mind reminded him that extreme paranoia was just one of the many effects of heroin usage. Lex had to chuckle at that. After all, is it really paranoia when someone is really after you?
As Martha Kent set the kitchen table, she mused on how happy she would normally be if they had this many guests for dinner. But the reality of why her house was full for the night intruded on that happy dream. Lex Luthor had been kidnaped, taken right from her house, hours ago. They had called the police, told them everything they knew, but there was still no word from anyone. She frowned at that. 'Certainly there should have been word from Lex's father? Wouldn't he want to know exactly what happened?' Martha was filled with a sinking feeling after a few moments. 'I'll bet the bastard doesn't even know that his only son's been kidnaped. In fact, he probably doesn't even care.' She put on a determined face. 'Well I care. My family and our friends care. I know we'll find Lex. We have to.'
Chloe took a precious moment to rub her eyes. 'Staring at a computer screen all afternoon was wearing is a person.' She rationalized to herself for her slight break. 'Not to mention staring at a computer screen all afternoon stressed into finding something that just wasn't there.' Chloe was filled with a sickening dread at that thought. 'What if I can't find him? What if none of us can find him? What will happen then? I'll never be able to tell him how I feel about him.' Feeling her eyes beginning to well up, she rubbed them furiously. 'You will NOT cry, Chloe Sullivan!' She yelled at herself. 'You will sit there on that computer all night if need be. You WILL find him.'
'Did Chloe almost cry?' Pete wondered to himself after watching her rub her eyes. The more and more he thought about it, the more and more he feared that Chloe had indeed developed a crush on Lex Luthor. Pete couldn't help be disgusted by this. 'Doesn't she know that he is bad news? Why are they surprised that someone would want to kidnap and kill him? I would!' Pete blanched at this realization. He immediately lowered his head and stared down at his feet. 'This can't all be about Luthor.' He thought to himself. He considered himself a pretty intelligent and observant guy when it came to most things, and yet he didn't even recognize the tell-tale signs of jealousy he found in himself. 'This isn't about Luthor.' He admitted to himself slowly. 'This is about how you feel about Chloe. You're jealous, admit it.' He suddenly stood up and went outside on the porch, needing some time alone to himself to think.
Lex fought the urge to curl up on the ground and sleep as he made his way to where he hoped he head noise. After a handful of slow steps, he came upon a long alleyway. He fought off the heroin's depressing affects as he noticed there was not a car in sight. A wave of depression and drowsiness came over him again, and he sat down in the middle of the road. 'Just a few moments rest, then I'll get back up and move again. Just a few minutes...'
Elaine Nightweather was lost. She wasn't exactly sure just how it had happened, one minute she was on her way to an engagement party for her daughter downtown, the next... She was currently driving aimlessly around what definitely looked like one of the more run down sections of town. She was so intent on the fact that she was lost that she nearly ran over something in the road. Slamming on her breaks, Elaine amended her statement in shock. She hadn't almost hit something in the road, she had almost hit someone. Putting her car in park, she quickly rushed out to the person she had nearly hit with her large Buick Riviera moments before. It was a young bald man curled up on his side, laying in the middle of the road. What shocked her most about this strange scene was that the man seemed to be well dressed, and had a lot of blood covering his mouth and chin. "Young man, are you alright?" she called to him, gently laying a hand on his shoulder. The man opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Please help me." he said slowly.
"Of course I'll help you. What do you want me to do?" Elaine asked warily. 'She had seen this man before. Where was it?'
"I-I need to get to Smallville. Kent household..." That seemed to be all he could manage to say for right now as he became silent again. 'Smallville,' she thought. A sudden glimpse of insight passed through her mind. 'Smallville, that's where everyone says Lionel Luthor's son was sent to! This is him! Oh my God, I almost hit Lionel Luthor's only son with my car!' Elaine, needing to stop and take a breath, backed away from Lex's still form. As soon as she did, however, he groaned softly. "Smallville," he whispered again. Looking around, Elaine put an arm under the young Luthor's shoulder and tried to pull him into a sitting position at least. She grunted under his weight. She sighed.
"Now I don't know what's happened to you, and frankly I don't care. But if you want me to take you to Smallville, and I will, you need to get up and get into the car. I'm not as young as I used to be." She said, hoping her words got through. Lex nodded briefly, and with her assistance, he made it into the passenger seat of her car. She reached over and buckled his seatbelt since he seemed to be unable, closed the passenger-side door, and went around to get into the driver's seat. As soon as she did, she turned to look at the young man again. He seemed very pale and was breathing very shallowly. 'Whatever's wrong with him, it looks like I need to get him to Smallville fast.' She put the car back into drive and made her way in what she hoped was the direction of something she would recognize.
Lucien was worried. He had left only moments ago, but already he was having second doubts on leaving Luthor alone when he may be having an overdose right where he left him. Besides, where the hell was he going to find a doctor that he could get to come with him to a warehouse in the middle of a less than prosperous section of Metropolis on his word. He did think about calling an ambulance, to pick up Luthor. 'They aren't required to notify the police on their pick ups, are they?' After a few moments of agonizing over his decision, Lucien decided to go back and check on Luthor and to then call an ambulance. He knew that he would most likely be killed if Lex survived and remembered him, but no matter how much he wanted it, he wasn't a murderer. 'You are a coward.' A voice in his head berated him. 'Do you know what Luthor will do to you once he's well again? Think, you idiot! Think about all the people who have crossed the Luthor's only to never be heard from ever again. That will be you if you don't do something!' Lucien pondered over this. He had indeed heard the stories of how people had a tendency to disappear after angering Lionel Luthor. Lucien didn't even want to imagine what might be done to him if Lionel found out that he had kidnaped and drugged his only son. 'Do I really have any other choice?' Lucien asked himself. 'One of us will probably die, and I'd rather it be him than me any day of the week.' He turned the car around and headed back to the warehouse to do what he had to do.
Needless to say, he was a bit unnerved to find the warehouse empty. He quickly ran over to the chair where he had kept Lex, not believing what he was seeing. 'He was overdosing! He was chained up! There is no way he could have escaped! How could this have happened?!' He suddenly noticed the uncuffed handcuff on the left side of the chair. He closed his eyes, cursing himself. 'You idiot! You left one of the handcuffs unlocked! No wonder he escaped! And how the hell do you know what a person looks like when they're overdosing! God you have been so stupid!' "He can't have gotten far, he has to be around here somewhere." Lucien said outloud, rushing toward the door. 'Where would he have gone, where would he have gone?' Lucien repeated silently to himself. He rushed toward the road he came in on, thinking that if Lex was aware of his surroundings at all he would have tried to find help there. Unfortunately, the road was deserted upon his arrival. "Damn it!" he yelled, throwing his hands down in frustration. His eyes grew wide, and the color drained out of his face in a sudden epiphany. "I am a dead man." he whispered.
TBC
A/N: You like? Notice I didn't end it on a huge cliffhanger like I did the last few chapters. I decided I've tortured you poor people enough. That doesn't mean that all is well though. I still have a few good ideas up my sleeve for the next chapter, evil grin , which should be up in a few days. Thank you so much for reading, please post your reviews and tell me what you think of my story so far. As this is my first Smallville fic, I still have my apprehensions about writing another story. Please review!!
A Smallville Story By Merrie Thomas
Disclaimer: Maybe if I just close my eyes tight and wish real hard....
Summary: Lex has been targeted by an assassin, and it's up to Clark to save him before it's too late.
Characters: Lex primarily, with a little Clark, Chloe, Pete!, Jonathan, and Martha thrown in for fun. Also starring Lucien Caldwell, my very own little evil OFC.
Author's Note: Yea!! Cliffhanger resolution chapters! Don't you just love 'em? I know I do! Again, thank you to everyone who had given me such great reviews! They really do keep me from making you wait too long to read new chapters after the really mean cluffhangers that I enjoy writing so much. Also, this chapter includes a minor Pete/Chloe dynamic. Don't worry though, I'm still a proud Chlexer, through and through.
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 For violence, language, and drug usage.
Chapter Eight
Absolute bliss. There were no other words to describe it. Lex hadn't felt this good in two years. Ever since he was forced to kick all the bad habits he had required over 19 years of life. All he wanted to do right now was to nod off and drift away, but he wouldn't let himself. Biting his split lip hard, he groaned in pain and came crashing back into reality. 'I've got to get out of here while that maniac is away,' He thought, forcing his brain to be clear. He knew it wouldn't be long before his mind would become clouded and he wouldn't be able to do much of anything except sit there. He slowly flexed his right arm, noticing in astonishment that Lucien had left it uncuffed in his haste. 'Hurry, you fool! He'll most certainly be back soon! This could be your only chance!' He turned and looked at his other hand with a grimace. It was still handcuffed. 'Oh man, I really hate doing this.' In all his altercations with the Metropolis P.D., Lex had been handcuffed quite a few times. He even had experience with getting out of them if the opportunity was required. It usually wasn't. His father usually had him released only minutes after his arrival at the police station. Every once and awhile though he would escape from the police and take his chances. Besides, it was fun. Reaching over to his still-handcuffed hand, Lex silently thanked the heroin that was currently running through his veins. 'Maybe it won't hurt as much as it usually does. One can always hope.' After a count, Lex wrenched his thumb out of joint with a grunt and ever so slowly inched his way out of the cuff. 'Shit, that hurt!' He silently yelled at himself. Some still clear part of his mind informed him that now was the time to move and be as silent as he possibly could. Lex stood up slowly, and made his way to the door on rather unsteady feet, cradling his dislocated thumb in his other hand. As he reached the door, he thanked his captor's haste once more as he found it unlocked. Stepping outside, he took a deep breath in the early evening air. It wasn't dark yet, but it soon would be and Lex needed to get to a phone, a car, anything. He stopped what he was doing and suddenly turned around, certain that Lucien was back and that he would find him and lock him back up in any minute. His eyes frantically searched the area, but he found no trace of him nor of the limo they had traveled in. Some distant part of his mind reminded him that extreme paranoia was just one of the many effects of heroin usage. Lex had to chuckle at that. After all, is it really paranoia when someone is really after you?
As Martha Kent set the kitchen table, she mused on how happy she would normally be if they had this many guests for dinner. But the reality of why her house was full for the night intruded on that happy dream. Lex Luthor had been kidnaped, taken right from her house, hours ago. They had called the police, told them everything they knew, but there was still no word from anyone. She frowned at that. 'Certainly there should have been word from Lex's father? Wouldn't he want to know exactly what happened?' Martha was filled with a sinking feeling after a few moments. 'I'll bet the bastard doesn't even know that his only son's been kidnaped. In fact, he probably doesn't even care.' She put on a determined face. 'Well I care. My family and our friends care. I know we'll find Lex. We have to.'
Chloe took a precious moment to rub her eyes. 'Staring at a computer screen all afternoon was wearing is a person.' She rationalized to herself for her slight break. 'Not to mention staring at a computer screen all afternoon stressed into finding something that just wasn't there.' Chloe was filled with a sickening dread at that thought. 'What if I can't find him? What if none of us can find him? What will happen then? I'll never be able to tell him how I feel about him.' Feeling her eyes beginning to well up, she rubbed them furiously. 'You will NOT cry, Chloe Sullivan!' She yelled at herself. 'You will sit there on that computer all night if need be. You WILL find him.'
'Did Chloe almost cry?' Pete wondered to himself after watching her rub her eyes. The more and more he thought about it, the more and more he feared that Chloe had indeed developed a crush on Lex Luthor. Pete couldn't help be disgusted by this. 'Doesn't she know that he is bad news? Why are they surprised that someone would want to kidnap and kill him? I would!' Pete blanched at this realization. He immediately lowered his head and stared down at his feet. 'This can't all be about Luthor.' He thought to himself. He considered himself a pretty intelligent and observant guy when it came to most things, and yet he didn't even recognize the tell-tale signs of jealousy he found in himself. 'This isn't about Luthor.' He admitted to himself slowly. 'This is about how you feel about Chloe. You're jealous, admit it.' He suddenly stood up and went outside on the porch, needing some time alone to himself to think.
Lex fought the urge to curl up on the ground and sleep as he made his way to where he hoped he head noise. After a handful of slow steps, he came upon a long alleyway. He fought off the heroin's depressing affects as he noticed there was not a car in sight. A wave of depression and drowsiness came over him again, and he sat down in the middle of the road. 'Just a few moments rest, then I'll get back up and move again. Just a few minutes...'
Elaine Nightweather was lost. She wasn't exactly sure just how it had happened, one minute she was on her way to an engagement party for her daughter downtown, the next... She was currently driving aimlessly around what definitely looked like one of the more run down sections of town. She was so intent on the fact that she was lost that she nearly ran over something in the road. Slamming on her breaks, Elaine amended her statement in shock. She hadn't almost hit something in the road, she had almost hit someone. Putting her car in park, she quickly rushed out to the person she had nearly hit with her large Buick Riviera moments before. It was a young bald man curled up on his side, laying in the middle of the road. What shocked her most about this strange scene was that the man seemed to be well dressed, and had a lot of blood covering his mouth and chin. "Young man, are you alright?" she called to him, gently laying a hand on his shoulder. The man opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Please help me." he said slowly.
"Of course I'll help you. What do you want me to do?" Elaine asked warily. 'She had seen this man before. Where was it?'
"I-I need to get to Smallville. Kent household..." That seemed to be all he could manage to say for right now as he became silent again. 'Smallville,' she thought. A sudden glimpse of insight passed through her mind. 'Smallville, that's where everyone says Lionel Luthor's son was sent to! This is him! Oh my God, I almost hit Lionel Luthor's only son with my car!' Elaine, needing to stop and take a breath, backed away from Lex's still form. As soon as she did, however, he groaned softly. "Smallville," he whispered again. Looking around, Elaine put an arm under the young Luthor's shoulder and tried to pull him into a sitting position at least. She grunted under his weight. She sighed.
"Now I don't know what's happened to you, and frankly I don't care. But if you want me to take you to Smallville, and I will, you need to get up and get into the car. I'm not as young as I used to be." She said, hoping her words got through. Lex nodded briefly, and with her assistance, he made it into the passenger seat of her car. She reached over and buckled his seatbelt since he seemed to be unable, closed the passenger-side door, and went around to get into the driver's seat. As soon as she did, she turned to look at the young man again. He seemed very pale and was breathing very shallowly. 'Whatever's wrong with him, it looks like I need to get him to Smallville fast.' She put the car back into drive and made her way in what she hoped was the direction of something she would recognize.
Lucien was worried. He had left only moments ago, but already he was having second doubts on leaving Luthor alone when he may be having an overdose right where he left him. Besides, where the hell was he going to find a doctor that he could get to come with him to a warehouse in the middle of a less than prosperous section of Metropolis on his word. He did think about calling an ambulance, to pick up Luthor. 'They aren't required to notify the police on their pick ups, are they?' After a few moments of agonizing over his decision, Lucien decided to go back and check on Luthor and to then call an ambulance. He knew that he would most likely be killed if Lex survived and remembered him, but no matter how much he wanted it, he wasn't a murderer. 'You are a coward.' A voice in his head berated him. 'Do you know what Luthor will do to you once he's well again? Think, you idiot! Think about all the people who have crossed the Luthor's only to never be heard from ever again. That will be you if you don't do something!' Lucien pondered over this. He had indeed heard the stories of how people had a tendency to disappear after angering Lionel Luthor. Lucien didn't even want to imagine what might be done to him if Lionel found out that he had kidnaped and drugged his only son. 'Do I really have any other choice?' Lucien asked himself. 'One of us will probably die, and I'd rather it be him than me any day of the week.' He turned the car around and headed back to the warehouse to do what he had to do.
Needless to say, he was a bit unnerved to find the warehouse empty. He quickly ran over to the chair where he had kept Lex, not believing what he was seeing. 'He was overdosing! He was chained up! There is no way he could have escaped! How could this have happened?!' He suddenly noticed the uncuffed handcuff on the left side of the chair. He closed his eyes, cursing himself. 'You idiot! You left one of the handcuffs unlocked! No wonder he escaped! And how the hell do you know what a person looks like when they're overdosing! God you have been so stupid!' "He can't have gotten far, he has to be around here somewhere." Lucien said outloud, rushing toward the door. 'Where would he have gone, where would he have gone?' Lucien repeated silently to himself. He rushed toward the road he came in on, thinking that if Lex was aware of his surroundings at all he would have tried to find help there. Unfortunately, the road was deserted upon his arrival. "Damn it!" he yelled, throwing his hands down in frustration. His eyes grew wide, and the color drained out of his face in a sudden epiphany. "I am a dead man." he whispered.
TBC
A/N: You like? Notice I didn't end it on a huge cliffhanger like I did the last few chapters. I decided I've tortured you poor people enough. That doesn't mean that all is well though. I still have a few good ideas up my sleeve for the next chapter, evil grin , which should be up in a few days. Thank you so much for reading, please post your reviews and tell me what you think of my story so far. As this is my first Smallville fic, I still have my apprehensions about writing another story. Please review!!