This wasn't happening. It had to be a dream, some sort of sick, twisted
nightmare.
Lex stood before the stained glass window that overlooked Smallville, sipping occasionally on an amber colored drink. Lex tried so hard to be a good person, to do great things, but they always backfired. Always.
It was only three months ago that things had gone topsy-turvy and inside- out. His father had come into to Smallville to give what everyone thought to be his annual pep-talk. True, he was somewhat early for his annual speech, but no one seemed to think anything peculiar of it-except Lex. He knew his father was never "early" but rather, "fashinably late." Lex knew this wasn't a good sign.
He had been right. What started out as a pep-talk turned into a mass pink slip. He had shut down the plant, blaming Lex for it.
Then it came-without warning. Three massive tornadoes hit the Meteor Capital of the World. The winds had torn part of the castle away, debris landing upon he and his father in the middle of a heated argument. Lex almost allowed his father to die then and there, but a sense of morality had come over him that motivated him to rescue the gray, old man trapped under the debris. Maybe it was the man's calls to "do it for your mother! Do it for Mommy!" It was his way of guilt-tripping his son. It had worked. Lex moved in to save his father and successfully did so at the same moment that the debris that threatened his father's life had tumbled upon him, instead.
He didn't understand how his father had managed to pull him out and drive him to the Smallville Hospital with a broken back and shattered hip. The doctors all agreed that it was a combination of the adrenaline and the motivation that comes when a parent sees their offspring being threatened. Lex found it hard to believe that his father would give more than a damn about him-his delinquent failure.
In the week that followed, he had killed a man. But not just any man. This man threatened a boy he loved like a brother. He didn't know what dirt this man had on the boy, and though Lex was curious, he knew that whatever it was would betray any trust this boy and his parents had for him. And though the boy's father hated him with a passion, he still looked to Jon Kent as the father he wished he had.
Lex had also gained the trust of two young ladies, one of whom he had a hard time keeping his mind off of and the other a timid frail that had given him her family jewels. Just as it was with the boy, Clark, Lex was curious about this girl and what name she was hiding that went along with those jewels. But as with Clark, he daren't pry. He didn't want to betray the trust she had so willingly given him without any proof that she could trust him in the first place. She was physically different from Clark, yet exactly like him. They could have been siblings in another life.
Yet.Lex felt he already had betrayed the yound frail who gave no other name than Redd. She had given him her family jewels in order for him to keep the LuthorCorp. Plant open. However, that would have proven unneccessary.
After many weeks of physical therapy, doctors concluded that Lex' father would need to undergo surgery to repair his spine. He did, both father and son agreeing that sooner was better.
The surgery was a success in restoring Lionel's mobility, however, something went tragically wrong. While the doctors were repairing his spine, an accident caused him to lose his sight.
Now sightless and having to undergo physical therapy of a different kind, Lex was needed to run LuthorCorp. almost entirely, meaning that the buy-out was unneccessary. He had, in essence, paid himself.
Lex had tried to make-up for this lack of foresight by attepting to buy the jewels back, but he was unsuccessful in doing so. The new owners refused. He wanted to give the excess money back, but he knew she would never take back more than what she had wanted for the Kents. He had a short discussion with her about what should be done with the surplus. She just shrugged ever so casually and told him to donate it to a charity or to fight terrorism.
Lex had thought it strange that a fifteen year old girl would be so concerned about world issues, particularly this one. She seemed so peaceful and the charities he already donated to were all to help needy children and families in Egypt. He would have never guessed this frail to take a side in the matter. He had asked her if she had lived in Egypt. Her response was that she had been all over the world and spoke most of Earth's languages-she even demonstrated seven of them. Curiosity still getting the best of him, he asked if she had been victim in the attacks against America. She simply shook her head, explaining she was in Metropolis when that had happened. He then asked if she had been involved in any kind of terrorist attack. She quickly averted her large, violet eye to her hands that were fidgeting in her lap. After a moment of silence and what Lex thought was her fighting back tears she replied "that would be more information about my identity than I care to share." Lex knew that she had been a victim, perhaps while travelling the world, but did not push the matter farther.
Lex finished off his beverage, yet lingered by the stained glass window. Redd was quite an interesting specimen and even more so a mystery. He wanted to learn more about this child's origens, but he had learned that investigating a friend had proven to be most fatal. In due time the timid little redhead would reveal all.
Suddenly Lex' phone rang. It wasn't the phone sitting on his desk, though. It was his private cell phone. It was a number that only three people in his life had. Upon his answering, a smile graced his lips. Not just any smile, but a genuine smile. "Chloe," he greeted pleasantly.
Lex stood before the stained glass window that overlooked Smallville, sipping occasionally on an amber colored drink. Lex tried so hard to be a good person, to do great things, but they always backfired. Always.
It was only three months ago that things had gone topsy-turvy and inside- out. His father had come into to Smallville to give what everyone thought to be his annual pep-talk. True, he was somewhat early for his annual speech, but no one seemed to think anything peculiar of it-except Lex. He knew his father was never "early" but rather, "fashinably late." Lex knew this wasn't a good sign.
He had been right. What started out as a pep-talk turned into a mass pink slip. He had shut down the plant, blaming Lex for it.
Then it came-without warning. Three massive tornadoes hit the Meteor Capital of the World. The winds had torn part of the castle away, debris landing upon he and his father in the middle of a heated argument. Lex almost allowed his father to die then and there, but a sense of morality had come over him that motivated him to rescue the gray, old man trapped under the debris. Maybe it was the man's calls to "do it for your mother! Do it for Mommy!" It was his way of guilt-tripping his son. It had worked. Lex moved in to save his father and successfully did so at the same moment that the debris that threatened his father's life had tumbled upon him, instead.
He didn't understand how his father had managed to pull him out and drive him to the Smallville Hospital with a broken back and shattered hip. The doctors all agreed that it was a combination of the adrenaline and the motivation that comes when a parent sees their offspring being threatened. Lex found it hard to believe that his father would give more than a damn about him-his delinquent failure.
In the week that followed, he had killed a man. But not just any man. This man threatened a boy he loved like a brother. He didn't know what dirt this man had on the boy, and though Lex was curious, he knew that whatever it was would betray any trust this boy and his parents had for him. And though the boy's father hated him with a passion, he still looked to Jon Kent as the father he wished he had.
Lex had also gained the trust of two young ladies, one of whom he had a hard time keeping his mind off of and the other a timid frail that had given him her family jewels. Just as it was with the boy, Clark, Lex was curious about this girl and what name she was hiding that went along with those jewels. But as with Clark, he daren't pry. He didn't want to betray the trust she had so willingly given him without any proof that she could trust him in the first place. She was physically different from Clark, yet exactly like him. They could have been siblings in another life.
Yet.Lex felt he already had betrayed the yound frail who gave no other name than Redd. She had given him her family jewels in order for him to keep the LuthorCorp. Plant open. However, that would have proven unneccessary.
After many weeks of physical therapy, doctors concluded that Lex' father would need to undergo surgery to repair his spine. He did, both father and son agreeing that sooner was better.
The surgery was a success in restoring Lionel's mobility, however, something went tragically wrong. While the doctors were repairing his spine, an accident caused him to lose his sight.
Now sightless and having to undergo physical therapy of a different kind, Lex was needed to run LuthorCorp. almost entirely, meaning that the buy-out was unneccessary. He had, in essence, paid himself.
Lex had tried to make-up for this lack of foresight by attepting to buy the jewels back, but he was unsuccessful in doing so. The new owners refused. He wanted to give the excess money back, but he knew she would never take back more than what she had wanted for the Kents. He had a short discussion with her about what should be done with the surplus. She just shrugged ever so casually and told him to donate it to a charity or to fight terrorism.
Lex had thought it strange that a fifteen year old girl would be so concerned about world issues, particularly this one. She seemed so peaceful and the charities he already donated to were all to help needy children and families in Egypt. He would have never guessed this frail to take a side in the matter. He had asked her if she had lived in Egypt. Her response was that she had been all over the world and spoke most of Earth's languages-she even demonstrated seven of them. Curiosity still getting the best of him, he asked if she had been victim in the attacks against America. She simply shook her head, explaining she was in Metropolis when that had happened. He then asked if she had been involved in any kind of terrorist attack. She quickly averted her large, violet eye to her hands that were fidgeting in her lap. After a moment of silence and what Lex thought was her fighting back tears she replied "that would be more information about my identity than I care to share." Lex knew that she had been a victim, perhaps while travelling the world, but did not push the matter farther.
Lex finished off his beverage, yet lingered by the stained glass window. Redd was quite an interesting specimen and even more so a mystery. He wanted to learn more about this child's origens, but he had learned that investigating a friend had proven to be most fatal. In due time the timid little redhead would reveal all.
Suddenly Lex' phone rang. It wasn't the phone sitting on his desk, though. It was his private cell phone. It was a number that only three people in his life had. Upon his answering, a smile graced his lips. Not just any smile, but a genuine smile. "Chloe," he greeted pleasantly.