here i am again. Sorry it took so long to get another one up. I just want this story to turn out really well, if that's possible. so read on and enjoy(i hope). ok, well, again don't own show, characters, lalalalala. so again, sorry about the wait.
why me?
As soon as Lex left, he headed straight for home. Or, at least, his kind of home. Ever since he'd moved there, or been forced to move there, it'd never really felt like home. It was more along the lines of a prison. He'd hire a decorator to make it more...comfortable, but he knew it wouldn't help, and he really wouldn't want to have to deal with his father's taunting, either, about being a sissy boy or something, just because he wanted it to feel at least a little...cheerful.
As he pulled into his driveway, he noticed another car there as well. A car that did not belong to him. A car that most likely belonged to his father. One that practically had the price-tag still on it, reading "I'm the most expensive car ever!"
Of course, Lex was just the same. But, not in the way you'd expect. Lex bought the things he *wanted*. It didn't matter how much money they cost. His Father, on the other hand, only bought things that cost the most amount of money. At least, that was the case when it came to himself. He showed no mercy to others. He was not a giving man. Selfish, egotistic, self-centered, *these* words described him. Of course, his father always took great care to make sure these words were never used in characterizing him. His employees shelled out millions of his dollars every year to one organization or another, charities usually. So, instead of malevolent and conceited, it's "charitable," or "generous," or even, "benevolent." The people of Smallville, however, knew different. That's why he could stand this town, at times.
'Great,' Lex thought to himself. He knew he had to talk his Father out of closing down the Torch before 3 tomorrow, but he had been planning on doing so over the phone. His Father was less...intimidating over the phone.
Lex hated this. The was his Father made him feel inferior. Like he didn't matter, and the only reason he was even brought into this world was to do Lionel Luthor's bidding. Of course, it never always worked like that. There were times when he, Lex, had gotten his way. More so recently than before, but still, there had been occasions, when he was a child, that he got what he wanted.
He rested his head back against the Italian leather seating, feeling the fabric cool against the back of his head. Closing his eyes, his mind drifted to a time not long after the meteor shower. His Father had told him that he was to learn to swim. The Olympic sized swimming pool was to be where he practiced. A pool that started at 12 feet, and descented to the center of the Earth. At that time, Lex had been completely terrified of the water. And the pool's depth did nothing to calm his nerves.
His Father also said that he was to have no help, whatsoever. No instructors, no lifeguards to save him if he remained underwater for too long. Just himself. His Mother was still alive, but in no condition to argue with his father about it. And he knew she would, if he'd told her. And that would have just drained the little energy she still had left inside of her. So, he didn't tell her.
When it came time for him to learn, he had "argued" with his Father himself. Or, rather, debated. He'd kept his voice soft and calm, yet forceful and demanding at the same time. Never raising his voice once. His father beleived that yelling was a sign of weakness. That any increase in tone merely demonstrated that you had no control over your emotions. And, to his father, having emotions was much like having some sort of illness, an illness that his father made sure Lex never "caught."
So, keeping this in mind, he stated very clearly, his reasons for not needing to learn at the time. His reasons were as follows: too time-consuming, he needed to keep up with his studies(and he needed to keep an eye on his Mother. Naturally, he never revealed this motive.) Another reason, and the most effective and powerful of them all, being that if he were to learn to swim, then there'd be no chance of him ever drowning. And, although his father would never have admitted it at the time, he was quite fond of the idea of suddenly being freed of his duties, his duties being Lex. Yes, yes, Lex was his only son. But, at that time, there'd still been time for him to procriate. With or without his current wife.
Well, anyway, Lex had won. His Father, saying that it was probably best for him to remain focused entirely on his studies, said that he could learn another day. The feeling he got from that small, yet massive victory, still lingered in him, even today.
Eventually, Lex *had* learned to swim. Quite well, actually. Some time after his Mother had passed away. But that was besides the point. He had won, and his Father had lost. Simple as that. This victory had proven that his father *could* be defeated. And this gave him hope. Hope, that one day, he would be no longer have the threat of his Father looming over his head every waking moment.
He snapped out of his flashback and thoughts just in time to glance up and see his Father staring at him from a second story window. Half hidden in the shadows, he looked as menacing as ever. And, even though he couldn't quite tell if he was staring at him or not, or if it was even his father at all, he knew. Lex always knew. Only his father could stand that perfectly still, and yet still seem as though he was charging at you full speed. And, seeing as to how no other people were out right now, he wasly fairly certain that he was right in his other assumption, as well.
How long had he been staring at him? Let's hope he didn't notice Lex "reflecting," or all Hell would break loose.
Slowly and gracefully getting out of his car, he showed no signs of even noticing his Father at all. He walked to the door, through the door(well, not exactly "through" the door, it was more along the lines of opening door, then, walking through the now open door, and shutting it noiselessly behind him), and up to the room in which his Father was currently occupying. He walked at his normal speed, never quickening nor decreasing his rate, despite the forthcoming doom that was weighing heavily on the horizon.
It wasn't usually like this. Normally, he would never be this nervous. All he had to do was talk his father out of shutting down the Torch. That's it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Simple enough. But, he knew that when, *if* he accomplished this task, then the reward would be one of the best he'd ever received.
Five evenings with Chloe. Well, maybe not evenings, but close enough to be considered worthwhile and highly valuable. He was going to be able to sit down, a cup of coffee in his hand, and be in the company of the one person who has recently devoured his thoughts completely.
He had been so confident when telling Chloe, no, *promising* Chloe that he would fix everything. Not that he couldn't talk his Father out of it, it's just this fight he *had* to win. No matter what he had to do. He just knew he couldn't lose. Chloe's and his happiness were at stake. His future with Chloe depended on it.
So, once he'd approached the door, he took a deep breath, and entered.
***
Well? i know it's not really plot-thickening, but...
thankyou so much for all the reviews. i love them. every time i see one it's like i feel why people write these things...for the reviews.
so thankyou, thankyou, thankyou.
why me?
As soon as Lex left, he headed straight for home. Or, at least, his kind of home. Ever since he'd moved there, or been forced to move there, it'd never really felt like home. It was more along the lines of a prison. He'd hire a decorator to make it more...comfortable, but he knew it wouldn't help, and he really wouldn't want to have to deal with his father's taunting, either, about being a sissy boy or something, just because he wanted it to feel at least a little...cheerful.
As he pulled into his driveway, he noticed another car there as well. A car that did not belong to him. A car that most likely belonged to his father. One that practically had the price-tag still on it, reading "I'm the most expensive car ever!"
Of course, Lex was just the same. But, not in the way you'd expect. Lex bought the things he *wanted*. It didn't matter how much money they cost. His Father, on the other hand, only bought things that cost the most amount of money. At least, that was the case when it came to himself. He showed no mercy to others. He was not a giving man. Selfish, egotistic, self-centered, *these* words described him. Of course, his father always took great care to make sure these words were never used in characterizing him. His employees shelled out millions of his dollars every year to one organization or another, charities usually. So, instead of malevolent and conceited, it's "charitable," or "generous," or even, "benevolent." The people of Smallville, however, knew different. That's why he could stand this town, at times.
'Great,' Lex thought to himself. He knew he had to talk his Father out of closing down the Torch before 3 tomorrow, but he had been planning on doing so over the phone. His Father was less...intimidating over the phone.
Lex hated this. The was his Father made him feel inferior. Like he didn't matter, and the only reason he was even brought into this world was to do Lionel Luthor's bidding. Of course, it never always worked like that. There were times when he, Lex, had gotten his way. More so recently than before, but still, there had been occasions, when he was a child, that he got what he wanted.
He rested his head back against the Italian leather seating, feeling the fabric cool against the back of his head. Closing his eyes, his mind drifted to a time not long after the meteor shower. His Father had told him that he was to learn to swim. The Olympic sized swimming pool was to be where he practiced. A pool that started at 12 feet, and descented to the center of the Earth. At that time, Lex had been completely terrified of the water. And the pool's depth did nothing to calm his nerves.
His Father also said that he was to have no help, whatsoever. No instructors, no lifeguards to save him if he remained underwater for too long. Just himself. His Mother was still alive, but in no condition to argue with his father about it. And he knew she would, if he'd told her. And that would have just drained the little energy she still had left inside of her. So, he didn't tell her.
When it came time for him to learn, he had "argued" with his Father himself. Or, rather, debated. He'd kept his voice soft and calm, yet forceful and demanding at the same time. Never raising his voice once. His father beleived that yelling was a sign of weakness. That any increase in tone merely demonstrated that you had no control over your emotions. And, to his father, having emotions was much like having some sort of illness, an illness that his father made sure Lex never "caught."
So, keeping this in mind, he stated very clearly, his reasons for not needing to learn at the time. His reasons were as follows: too time-consuming, he needed to keep up with his studies(and he needed to keep an eye on his Mother. Naturally, he never revealed this motive.) Another reason, and the most effective and powerful of them all, being that if he were to learn to swim, then there'd be no chance of him ever drowning. And, although his father would never have admitted it at the time, he was quite fond of the idea of suddenly being freed of his duties, his duties being Lex. Yes, yes, Lex was his only son. But, at that time, there'd still been time for him to procriate. With or without his current wife.
Well, anyway, Lex had won. His Father, saying that it was probably best for him to remain focused entirely on his studies, said that he could learn another day. The feeling he got from that small, yet massive victory, still lingered in him, even today.
Eventually, Lex *had* learned to swim. Quite well, actually. Some time after his Mother had passed away. But that was besides the point. He had won, and his Father had lost. Simple as that. This victory had proven that his father *could* be defeated. And this gave him hope. Hope, that one day, he would be no longer have the threat of his Father looming over his head every waking moment.
He snapped out of his flashback and thoughts just in time to glance up and see his Father staring at him from a second story window. Half hidden in the shadows, he looked as menacing as ever. And, even though he couldn't quite tell if he was staring at him or not, or if it was even his father at all, he knew. Lex always knew. Only his father could stand that perfectly still, and yet still seem as though he was charging at you full speed. And, seeing as to how no other people were out right now, he wasly fairly certain that he was right in his other assumption, as well.
How long had he been staring at him? Let's hope he didn't notice Lex "reflecting," or all Hell would break loose.
Slowly and gracefully getting out of his car, he showed no signs of even noticing his Father at all. He walked to the door, through the door(well, not exactly "through" the door, it was more along the lines of opening door, then, walking through the now open door, and shutting it noiselessly behind him), and up to the room in which his Father was currently occupying. He walked at his normal speed, never quickening nor decreasing his rate, despite the forthcoming doom that was weighing heavily on the horizon.
It wasn't usually like this. Normally, he would never be this nervous. All he had to do was talk his father out of shutting down the Torch. That's it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Simple enough. But, he knew that when, *if* he accomplished this task, then the reward would be one of the best he'd ever received.
Five evenings with Chloe. Well, maybe not evenings, but close enough to be considered worthwhile and highly valuable. He was going to be able to sit down, a cup of coffee in his hand, and be in the company of the one person who has recently devoured his thoughts completely.
He had been so confident when telling Chloe, no, *promising* Chloe that he would fix everything. Not that he couldn't talk his Father out of it, it's just this fight he *had* to win. No matter what he had to do. He just knew he couldn't lose. Chloe's and his happiness were at stake. His future with Chloe depended on it.
So, once he'd approached the door, he took a deep breath, and entered.
***
Well? i know it's not really plot-thickening, but...
thankyou so much for all the reviews. i love them. every time i see one it's like i feel why people write these things...for the reviews.
so thankyou, thankyou, thankyou.
