Here is the awaited Chapter 6. Sorry for the wait but it took longer than I expected. I'm trying to win an Incubus t-shirt! So if there are any fans out there reading this e-mail me please!
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Chapter 6
Lex stood perfectly still, his breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly. So loud was his heartbeat that Lex was almost certain Clark could here it. Just like "The Telltale Heart," he mused.
Trying to keep a level head, Lex decided that he wasn't going to be able to accomplish anything by just standing there. He couldn't get caught. Luthors never got caught, they simply covered their tracks and left the mystery unsolved. Leaning forward slightly, Lex grabbed the water glass off of Clark's night stand.
"Dad?" Clark asked again, his voice thick and sleepy. It was so dark in the room that even Clark couldn't tell who was in front of him.
Lex held the glass out to him. Clark sensing this, reached up slowly to take it, some water sloshing out of the glass and landing on his comforter. Lex was careful not to let Clark touch his hands. Surely he'd be able to tell the difference between the smooth hands of the sheltered son of a business tycoon who'd never even picked up a rake and the well-worn hands of a farmer, rough from long hours in the barn.
Now, what did that remind him of. Lex licked his lips. Ah, yes it was a Bible story wasn't it. The two brothers Jacob and Esau. It was amazing what kinds of wild things popped into his mind when any possible second, Jonathan Kent could barge in there and haul his butt to jail for breaking and entering. But, ah yes, Jacob and Esau. Lex's mother had read to him from the Bible when he was younger, just before bed time.
Jacob, he was the younger son, the loved son, Lex remembered, slightly confused until recalling the famous phrase, "Jacob have I loved, Esau have I hated...." or something like that. Esau, he was the older son and not as loved as his brother. But being the oldest he was to receive the blessing from his father. In the end his mother and Jacob tricked him and Jacob received the blessing. Jacob had stuck fur to his hands to try and pass off his smooth hands as Esau's hairy rough ones.
'Get the job done already!' Lex's mind yelled at him. He swallowed. Yes, no time for remembering Bible stories, especially when you're breaking, entering, and most likely harming one of your best friends. And very especially when his father already wants to kill you.
"Thanks," Clark mumbled turning over on his bed, his eyes slowly closing. "'Night Dad. I love you."
Lex let out a breath, remembering his own father. They'd never been able to share something like Clark and Jonathan had. They'd never said I love you, or even 'I like you,' or 'You're not half bad.' He shook his head, trying to keep his mind on the task.
Lex reached into his pocket for the meteor rocks, and then paused. Should he do it? What if it really did hurt Clark? Scientific or not, most people didn't go hurting their best friends. Especially is he's your only friend. Especially if he saved your life. Especially if he's the only person you can trust.
With a small shrug, he continued on. He never let anything get in the way of his own personal gain. Soon rocks completely covered the room, all without Lex making a sound. He soon began to notice Clark's skin change, even in the dark of the room. His once tan skin seemed to glow green when he put rocks on his bed. Green sweat poured down his face. Clark groaned, breath coming out of his mouth in short gasps.
Lex swallowed. What had he done? He began to do the one thing Luthors never did: panic. He started to breath heavily, a great feeling of anxiety hitting him. He for once wished he had his childhood inhaler. What had once been to him a thorn in his side, all the kids teasing him, calling him Darth Vader, was now something he longed desperately for. Finally after telling himself to relax, and taking a few deep breaths he calmed down.
On the bed Clark still moaned and groaned, his skin even brighter than it had been. With a loud groan he rolled off the bed, slamming to the floor with an earth shattering 'bam.' Lex climbed quickly out the window, scampered into a tree, then down it, and finally to his car. It was so unlike him, he realized. He never did a thing like that. He'd never panicked, hell, he'd barely ever run before. What had the farm boy done to him?
With a sigh he started up his car. He'd gotten what he had wanted, so the only thing left to do was leave. He left in his car, quietly, just as he'd come, worked, and now, gone.
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Jonathan sat up quickly, tangling in himself in his blankets, and toppled to the floor trying to stand up. Finally able to stand up, but still stumbling and tripping he made a run for Clark's room. Flicking on the light so he wouldn't trip again Jonathan noticed a hole in the ceiling with Clark's fist hanging down, the skin a putrid shade of green. This made him go twice as fast.
Even Martha, who could sleep through a twister had been awakened by Clark's fall. Jonathan spied her coming out of their room, tying a robe around herself. She met his eye and there was a mutual understanding. It didn't matter if they were fighting, if Clark was hurt, they had to put that behind him.
Jonathan practically tore the door off the hinges, barging into his room.
"What is it, Jonathan?" Martha asked, worriedly.
Jonathan's heart stopped when he saw Clark, lying on the floor, looking as if he were in more pain than was humanly possible. Clark's eyes were finally open and glazed over. All around him the room glowed green, rocks visible everywhere.
Martha gasped trying to take it all in. What was going on? Clark was never sick, never hurt. What was wrong?
"Holy crap," Jonathan mumbled, stupefied. Snapping out of his trance, remembering that his son did need him, he sprang into action. He grabbed Clark and tried to get him out the door. He needed to get out of the room, that was for certain.
It was like dragging a bag of cement but Jonathan was determined. Martha stood back to let him go through. He gasped as he finally got Clark into the hallway. The hall instantly illuminated, glowing green everywhere, just as his room had been.
"Shit!" Jonathan exclaimed loudly. What could he do now?
TBC
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Chapter 6
Lex stood perfectly still, his breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly. So loud was his heartbeat that Lex was almost certain Clark could here it. Just like "The Telltale Heart," he mused.
Trying to keep a level head, Lex decided that he wasn't going to be able to accomplish anything by just standing there. He couldn't get caught. Luthors never got caught, they simply covered their tracks and left the mystery unsolved. Leaning forward slightly, Lex grabbed the water glass off of Clark's night stand.
"Dad?" Clark asked again, his voice thick and sleepy. It was so dark in the room that even Clark couldn't tell who was in front of him.
Lex held the glass out to him. Clark sensing this, reached up slowly to take it, some water sloshing out of the glass and landing on his comforter. Lex was careful not to let Clark touch his hands. Surely he'd be able to tell the difference between the smooth hands of the sheltered son of a business tycoon who'd never even picked up a rake and the well-worn hands of a farmer, rough from long hours in the barn.
Now, what did that remind him of. Lex licked his lips. Ah, yes it was a Bible story wasn't it. The two brothers Jacob and Esau. It was amazing what kinds of wild things popped into his mind when any possible second, Jonathan Kent could barge in there and haul his butt to jail for breaking and entering. But, ah yes, Jacob and Esau. Lex's mother had read to him from the Bible when he was younger, just before bed time.
Jacob, he was the younger son, the loved son, Lex remembered, slightly confused until recalling the famous phrase, "Jacob have I loved, Esau have I hated...." or something like that. Esau, he was the older son and not as loved as his brother. But being the oldest he was to receive the blessing from his father. In the end his mother and Jacob tricked him and Jacob received the blessing. Jacob had stuck fur to his hands to try and pass off his smooth hands as Esau's hairy rough ones.
'Get the job done already!' Lex's mind yelled at him. He swallowed. Yes, no time for remembering Bible stories, especially when you're breaking, entering, and most likely harming one of your best friends. And very especially when his father already wants to kill you.
"Thanks," Clark mumbled turning over on his bed, his eyes slowly closing. "'Night Dad. I love you."
Lex let out a breath, remembering his own father. They'd never been able to share something like Clark and Jonathan had. They'd never said I love you, or even 'I like you,' or 'You're not half bad.' He shook his head, trying to keep his mind on the task.
Lex reached into his pocket for the meteor rocks, and then paused. Should he do it? What if it really did hurt Clark? Scientific or not, most people didn't go hurting their best friends. Especially is he's your only friend. Especially if he saved your life. Especially if he's the only person you can trust.
With a small shrug, he continued on. He never let anything get in the way of his own personal gain. Soon rocks completely covered the room, all without Lex making a sound. He soon began to notice Clark's skin change, even in the dark of the room. His once tan skin seemed to glow green when he put rocks on his bed. Green sweat poured down his face. Clark groaned, breath coming out of his mouth in short gasps.
Lex swallowed. What had he done? He began to do the one thing Luthors never did: panic. He started to breath heavily, a great feeling of anxiety hitting him. He for once wished he had his childhood inhaler. What had once been to him a thorn in his side, all the kids teasing him, calling him Darth Vader, was now something he longed desperately for. Finally after telling himself to relax, and taking a few deep breaths he calmed down.
On the bed Clark still moaned and groaned, his skin even brighter than it had been. With a loud groan he rolled off the bed, slamming to the floor with an earth shattering 'bam.' Lex climbed quickly out the window, scampered into a tree, then down it, and finally to his car. It was so unlike him, he realized. He never did a thing like that. He'd never panicked, hell, he'd barely ever run before. What had the farm boy done to him?
With a sigh he started up his car. He'd gotten what he had wanted, so the only thing left to do was leave. He left in his car, quietly, just as he'd come, worked, and now, gone.
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Jonathan sat up quickly, tangling in himself in his blankets, and toppled to the floor trying to stand up. Finally able to stand up, but still stumbling and tripping he made a run for Clark's room. Flicking on the light so he wouldn't trip again Jonathan noticed a hole in the ceiling with Clark's fist hanging down, the skin a putrid shade of green. This made him go twice as fast.
Even Martha, who could sleep through a twister had been awakened by Clark's fall. Jonathan spied her coming out of their room, tying a robe around herself. She met his eye and there was a mutual understanding. It didn't matter if they were fighting, if Clark was hurt, they had to put that behind him.
Jonathan practically tore the door off the hinges, barging into his room.
"What is it, Jonathan?" Martha asked, worriedly.
Jonathan's heart stopped when he saw Clark, lying on the floor, looking as if he were in more pain than was humanly possible. Clark's eyes were finally open and glazed over. All around him the room glowed green, rocks visible everywhere.
Martha gasped trying to take it all in. What was going on? Clark was never sick, never hurt. What was wrong?
"Holy crap," Jonathan mumbled, stupefied. Snapping out of his trance, remembering that his son did need him, he sprang into action. He grabbed Clark and tried to get him out the door. He needed to get out of the room, that was for certain.
It was like dragging a bag of cement but Jonathan was determined. Martha stood back to let him go through. He gasped as he finally got Clark into the hallway. The hall instantly illuminated, glowing green everywhere, just as his room had been.
"Shit!" Jonathan exclaimed loudly. What could he do now?
TBC