~~~Placing Pieces~~~
Snapping of fingers, "Hey you still with me? Helllooooo, anyone home?"
Lex blinked trying to collect his thoughts; but the fog in his brain seemed thicker.
The voice came back more urgent, "Hey come on! You have to focus; Alexander, come on, follow my voice."
"It's Lex." He replied his voice holding a dreamy quality to it.
He blinked trying to clear his vision. He remembered fighting the fight, but when your restrained and it's three against one.
"I lost." Lex said his eyes finding hers.
She shook her head, "Nah, you didn't lose. The gorillas out numbered you, so it wasn't a fair fight."
Lex paused, did she just read his mind? He blinked trying to remember more.
"How did you know?" Lex asked.
She touched his elbow, "I know because it happened yesterday; as they where herding us out of here." She inhaled then continued. "You bit one of them on the nose, and head butted the one that came to help. It was GREAT! I never laughed so hard! Then the three goons came they jumped you from behind. I don't know what they are giving you, but it's nothing I have ever seen before. It's kinda milky green; I think they gave you too much because you've been more spacey then normal."
"Green?" Lex repeated.
An image appeared in his mind, meteor rocks with emerald green crystals that glowed eerily. This he knew; this was a clear memory, he thought as a smirk appeared on his lips. He looked at his companion; seeing her more clearly for the first time, his glacier blue eyes piercing her hazel ones.
"I have to get out of here." Lex stated.
She gave him a look, "Well look who decided to catch up; I've been talking about THAT for the last week."
"How?" Lex asked trying to hold his focus. She shrugged, "Start a riot slip out under the commotion; through an air duct or something, or maybe through the service tunnels under this place."
"Tunnels" Lex inquired.
She nodded, "Yea, I was brought in to this place through them; shackled and led by some geezer, who wouldn't stop gloating."
"What did he look like?!" Lex asked suddenly alert.
She closed her eyes, "He was tallish with dark hair that was kind of long, he needed a shave, and he had on this black shorty trench coat."
The description, though vague, rung several bells in Lex's head. His father fit that profile to a "T". Lex closed his eyes and wondered why Lionel Luthor was adding to the population of Belle Reve. What in this girl caught his father's eye enough for the old devil to keep her here? The same demon, was the reason he was here as well, now if he could only remember why. Lex huffed out a long sigh; looked back at the girl, and waited for her to open her eyes.
She opened her eyes, "What? You look troubled, at least, instead of totally ready to drool."
"The man who brought you here," Lex started. "is my Father. He's the same reason I am here, I think." Lex finished.
With this new revelation echoing in his head, he was once again escorted, like an invalid, back to his padded cell. At least this time he shook off their hands, as they laid them on his shoulders or elbow. Knowing that his father was paying them; made him sick at each mere touch. Just like his father's touch made his stomach churn with disgust.
Snapping of fingers, "Hey you still with me? Helllooooo, anyone home?"
Lex blinked trying to collect his thoughts; but the fog in his brain seemed thicker.
The voice came back more urgent, "Hey come on! You have to focus; Alexander, come on, follow my voice."
"It's Lex." He replied his voice holding a dreamy quality to it.
He blinked trying to clear his vision. He remembered fighting the fight, but when your restrained and it's three against one.
"I lost." Lex said his eyes finding hers.
She shook her head, "Nah, you didn't lose. The gorillas out numbered you, so it wasn't a fair fight."
Lex paused, did she just read his mind? He blinked trying to remember more.
"How did you know?" Lex asked.
She touched his elbow, "I know because it happened yesterday; as they where herding us out of here." She inhaled then continued. "You bit one of them on the nose, and head butted the one that came to help. It was GREAT! I never laughed so hard! Then the three goons came they jumped you from behind. I don't know what they are giving you, but it's nothing I have ever seen before. It's kinda milky green; I think they gave you too much because you've been more spacey then normal."
"Green?" Lex repeated.
An image appeared in his mind, meteor rocks with emerald green crystals that glowed eerily. This he knew; this was a clear memory, he thought as a smirk appeared on his lips. He looked at his companion; seeing her more clearly for the first time, his glacier blue eyes piercing her hazel ones.
"I have to get out of here." Lex stated.
She gave him a look, "Well look who decided to catch up; I've been talking about THAT for the last week."
"How?" Lex asked trying to hold his focus. She shrugged, "Start a riot slip out under the commotion; through an air duct or something, or maybe through the service tunnels under this place."
"Tunnels" Lex inquired.
She nodded, "Yea, I was brought in to this place through them; shackled and led by some geezer, who wouldn't stop gloating."
"What did he look like?!" Lex asked suddenly alert.
She closed her eyes, "He was tallish with dark hair that was kind of long, he needed a shave, and he had on this black shorty trench coat."
The description, though vague, rung several bells in Lex's head. His father fit that profile to a "T". Lex closed his eyes and wondered why Lionel Luthor was adding to the population of Belle Reve. What in this girl caught his father's eye enough for the old devil to keep her here? The same demon, was the reason he was here as well, now if he could only remember why. Lex huffed out a long sigh; looked back at the girl, and waited for her to open her eyes.
She opened her eyes, "What? You look troubled, at least, instead of totally ready to drool."
"The man who brought you here," Lex started. "is my Father. He's the same reason I am here, I think." Lex finished.
With this new revelation echoing in his head, he was once again escorted, like an invalid, back to his padded cell. At least this time he shook off their hands, as they laid them on his shoulders or elbow. Knowing that his father was paying them; made him sick at each mere touch. Just like his father's touch made his stomach churn with disgust.