~~~~Finding Pieces~~~~
Again in that room; recreation with no real chance at recreation, perhaps if he stopped attacking the attendants he would be taken out of the straight jacket. He had to get out of here; that much he did know and did not get obscured by the fog of his memory. There where fragments; the shattered stain glass window, gun fire, something about his father and an Edge, or something. Stronger pieces of his mind, Clark Kent stopping a car with his body, then pushing it aside like it was a matchbox toy. He needed the pieces to rearrange, come together, but everyday that was harder to work out.
The swipe of cloth and the voice came again, "Man you DO have a funny little drooling problem."
"You." Lex said as he followed the voice to it's source.
Hands fell on Lex's shoulders, "Yup me. Do you have my name, or do I need to tell you again?"
"Name?" Lex said stepping away from the touch, and recalling nothing to label this face he was looking at.
She pulled on her sleeve looking up at him, "I would cry that you don't remember me, but then it's probably the drugs they keep jabbing into you day after day."
"Drugs? I am being drugged I knew it. I told them." Lex mumbled; something coming back, a slice of remembrance putting itself back into place.
She replied her once again cocked to the side, "Told whom? The people giving you the stuff; I think they already knew."
"Friends; I told them. I'm not crazy I said." He was about to continue but then stopped.
Her face suddenly was close to his, "What?"
"Are you in on it too?!" Lex stated quickly starting to get agitated as the all too familiar sense of paranoia came to him.
She was taken aback, "Oh paranoid also; forget full, delusional, and paranoid."
"I'm not crazy!" Lex said his voice getting louder.
She suddenly grabbed him by his jacketed elbow, and steered him to the rag tag couch in the back of the recreation room. She shushed him and pushed him onto the cushions; her face was close to his once again.
Her voice cracked as she smiled at him and said, "Well you are one among many; no one is crazy here, except me. I'm completely insane."
"I'm not crazy." Lex stated more confidently as his anger dissolved he looked away from her face.
She nodded placing her elbow on her knees and her hands under her chin. She said nothing more only but only looked at him with thoughtful eyes; her sleeves fell and dangled loosely around her forearms.
"What happened?" Lex stated as he caught a glimpse of bandaging on her arms as he looked back at her.
She looked at the bandages and heaved a sigh, "Told you I am crazy; I cut myself to see if I still feel pain, I do but there is no blood. Well not much; so then they cut me, taking a pound of flesh every now and then. Guess to find out what makes me tick; I showed them the last time, I think I hurt at least three of them before they called in for back-up. They did what they did and more this time. "
Lex smiled at the thought of her taking out the orderlies here; when he was not restrained it was a favorite pass time he had. She was now holding on to a small ledger pad clutching it to her chest; she looked at him again.
She smiled as he smiled, "Nice to see you can do more then drool, mumble, and shout."
Lex started to chuckle; the statement was not funny, more insulting then anything. He could not help it though, and he did not know why. She joined him and they both had a half hearted laugh for about a minute or so.
She stopped laughing her face instantly going from smile to serious; her voice hushed, "There won't be a next time; I'm getting out of here."
"How?" Lex asked after his chuckles ceased.
She shrugged, "Anyway I can; I have to, and so do you."
Lex was dumbfounded as she simply said what she said, but then said no more. Instead she started to hum; her eyes moving around the room. He was about to ask again; but then recreation was over once more; he found himself back in his padded room, his mind loosing what memories he had of today. This time he tried to hold on to them; he had to fight, he was a Luthor and they don't close their eyes and let things fall apart. Instead they fight for what they want; and he fought to hold on to his memory.
Again in that room; recreation with no real chance at recreation, perhaps if he stopped attacking the attendants he would be taken out of the straight jacket. He had to get out of here; that much he did know and did not get obscured by the fog of his memory. There where fragments; the shattered stain glass window, gun fire, something about his father and an Edge, or something. Stronger pieces of his mind, Clark Kent stopping a car with his body, then pushing it aside like it was a matchbox toy. He needed the pieces to rearrange, come together, but everyday that was harder to work out.
The swipe of cloth and the voice came again, "Man you DO have a funny little drooling problem."
"You." Lex said as he followed the voice to it's source.
Hands fell on Lex's shoulders, "Yup me. Do you have my name, or do I need to tell you again?"
"Name?" Lex said stepping away from the touch, and recalling nothing to label this face he was looking at.
She pulled on her sleeve looking up at him, "I would cry that you don't remember me, but then it's probably the drugs they keep jabbing into you day after day."
"Drugs? I am being drugged I knew it. I told them." Lex mumbled; something coming back, a slice of remembrance putting itself back into place.
She replied her once again cocked to the side, "Told whom? The people giving you the stuff; I think they already knew."
"Friends; I told them. I'm not crazy I said." He was about to continue but then stopped.
Her face suddenly was close to his, "What?"
"Are you in on it too?!" Lex stated quickly starting to get agitated as the all too familiar sense of paranoia came to him.
She was taken aback, "Oh paranoid also; forget full, delusional, and paranoid."
"I'm not crazy!" Lex said his voice getting louder.
She suddenly grabbed him by his jacketed elbow, and steered him to the rag tag couch in the back of the recreation room. She shushed him and pushed him onto the cushions; her face was close to his once again.
Her voice cracked as she smiled at him and said, "Well you are one among many; no one is crazy here, except me. I'm completely insane."
"I'm not crazy." Lex stated more confidently as his anger dissolved he looked away from her face.
She nodded placing her elbow on her knees and her hands under her chin. She said nothing more only but only looked at him with thoughtful eyes; her sleeves fell and dangled loosely around her forearms.
"What happened?" Lex stated as he caught a glimpse of bandaging on her arms as he looked back at her.
She looked at the bandages and heaved a sigh, "Told you I am crazy; I cut myself to see if I still feel pain, I do but there is no blood. Well not much; so then they cut me, taking a pound of flesh every now and then. Guess to find out what makes me tick; I showed them the last time, I think I hurt at least three of them before they called in for back-up. They did what they did and more this time. "
Lex smiled at the thought of her taking out the orderlies here; when he was not restrained it was a favorite pass time he had. She was now holding on to a small ledger pad clutching it to her chest; she looked at him again.
She smiled as he smiled, "Nice to see you can do more then drool, mumble, and shout."
Lex started to chuckle; the statement was not funny, more insulting then anything. He could not help it though, and he did not know why. She joined him and they both had a half hearted laugh for about a minute or so.
She stopped laughing her face instantly going from smile to serious; her voice hushed, "There won't be a next time; I'm getting out of here."
"How?" Lex asked after his chuckles ceased.
She shrugged, "Anyway I can; I have to, and so do you."
Lex was dumbfounded as she simply said what she said, but then said no more. Instead she started to hum; her eyes moving around the room. He was about to ask again; but then recreation was over once more; he found himself back in his padded room, his mind loosing what memories he had of today. This time he tried to hold on to them; he had to fight, he was a Luthor and they don't close their eyes and let things fall apart. Instead they fight for what they want; and he fought to hold on to his memory.