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Sorry this took so long to complete; I had to do some research. Though I
warn you; what comes next despite my research still could be all wrong.
This is fiction though so, for drama who cares right? Oh and thanks
everyone for not only reading this story, but reviewing it. Thanks you once
again.
~~~ Breaking Pieces. ~~~
The two orderlies led the swaying, and rag doll-like Lex Luthor into the treatment room. The boy, they surmised, had learned his lesson from the day before last, better to be compliant then resistant. They had put a hurting on the rich young man, and held back, but not much. They were no fans of the Luthors. However, the money was spendable everywhere and they were a fans of cash, especially, when it came in such large amounts paid by Lionel.
They pushed Lex into the room, and went to work taking off the straight- jacket. Once the buckles were undone, they pulled it off the listless Luthor.
"I am my Father's son." Lex said his eyes meeting the orderlies.
The orderlies stood in front of him trying to make sense of what the brat had just said. Lex's eyes came to life as he reared back and head butted the orderly directly in front of him. The orderly's nose was squashed; it resembled bloody hamburger meat.
"Luthor's never give up without a fight." Lex said in a low menacing voice.
He balled up his freed fists, and rammed them into the other one's chest. As the orderly doubled over, Lex planted his elbow into the back of the thick goon's neck, knocking him to the floor. His hits, while normally strong, had been weakened some by his lack of exercise and their immobility.
As he hurried towards the door, a strong arm encircled his throat lifting him off his feet. Lex saw stars as his oxygen was cut off; he gasped but continued to struggle in his captor's grip.
He felt hot breath on his head, "Looks like Richie Rich wants to fight! You're gonna pay for that blow; I think you broke my nose!!"
He felt the pressure on his neck increase as the thug started to squeeze tighter; the darkness was approaching, dancing on the edge of his vision.
"Ugh, I got a better idea. Strap him down; we'll get some pay back before the doctor gets here." The second goon said as he flipped on the ECT machine.
The two large orderlies wasted no time getting Lex tightly strapped down to the bed. They attached the electrodes to his head, forced the rubber mouth piece in Lex's mouth, and turned to the machine where they started fiddling with the dials and buttons.
"You know how to work this thing?" Goon two asked.
Thug one nodded, "Yea, I saw that Nicholson flick, same box just newer."
With one more twist of the dial; the orderly punched the button and Lex's body stiffened as the charge flowed into Lex's brain. The lights above them flickered and dimmed; the orderlies stepped back and watched Lex convulse against the leather restraints on his wrists, chest, and ankles.
"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!!" Dr. Foster's voice filled the door way.
She ran in and pressed another button; Lex fell back against the mattress and was still. She looked at the box's settings and was horrified. She turned and quickly placed leads on Lex's chest; the heart monitor came to life as she hit switches. Lex's heart line was erratic holding no steady beat.
"You idiots!" She raged at them.
There was no defibulator in the room since there should have been no need for it anytime during the controlled treatments. As she pushed on Lex's chest, she felt some ribs break under her compressions; but she was manually trying to get the young man's heart to jump back to a normal rhythm. She also noticed other bruises forming under the restraints, no doubt, from broken bones caused by the convulsions.
"Go get the paddles!!" She barked at the two orderlies who where nursing their own wounds.
The orderlies left in slow motion in Dr. Foster's eyes; she was in full panic mode. If Lex died Lionel Luthor would come down on them like the apocalypse.
As she worked, another doctor poked his head into the room. "What's going on?"
"Dr. Carmicheal I need your help." Dr. Foster yelled.
Dr. Carmicheal stepped forward, but when he saw who the patient was he stepped back.
Fear evident in his voice, "That's Lionel Luthor's boy isn't it? No way! I've got him bearing down on me enough, with his other little experiment. Count me out."
"If you don't help me, I'll tell Mr. Luthor everything; how you did nothing to save his son. If I am going to go down, I am taking you and those two idiots with me!!" She said with menace in her voice.
Dr. Carmicheal stepped forward assessing the situation; he too noticed the various bruises on Lex's wrists and ankles. What caught his eyes more were the ECT leads had no conductive gel on them and plucking them off revealed electrical burns on young Luthor's smooth temples. Lifting Lex's eyelids he found the young man's pupils fixed and unresponsive to light.
Carmicheal gasped, "Oh geez even if we do get his heart started, he's probably a vegetable. His brain is in shock; we'll be lucky to get his heart in a normal status before it gives out."
"That's not good enough! What about your little experiment?" She asked still pumping.
Carmicheal shook his head, "Are you kidding? That would create an even bigger snafu then what we have going now. Plus she is very unwilling to cooperate no matter what we do."
"Maybe, she'll be willing; I've seen these two interact in the recreation room. They seem close." Dr. Foster remarked.
Aghast, Dr. Carmicheal stumbled back, "Recreation room him? Her? Since when?!"
This revelation made him unable to form complete sentences or thoughts. If Mr. Luthor found out that not only his son was allowed out of his room, but also his little purchase from overseas, the man would be furious. An angry Lionel is something Dr. Carmicheal feared deep in his bones; the billionaire was scary. Both of them would be as good as dead or worse if Mr. Luthor was to catch wind of any of this. Nothing good was going to come out of this event; reluctantly, he headed out going to the restricted ward.
"Come on damn it!" Dr. Foster shouted as she continued to try to save Lex Luthor.
Dr. Carmicheal came back after a few minutes pushing a girl into the room before him. Dr. Foster stopped what she was doing and looked at the girl.
"Save his life." Dr. Foster ordered.
The girl only smiled and waved her bound hands in front of her. "Uh-oh someone's in trouble, tut-tut big trouble."
Dr. Foster was in no mood to play; she advanced on the girl, and back handed her across the face.
"DO IT!!!" Dr. Foster ordered louder.
Dr. Carmicheal stepped forward, playing mediator, and pushing his colleague back. "Kharma please, no more games. You need to save him."
The girl looked from Dr. Carmicheal to where Lex lay; she then looked back at Dr. Carmicheal. The girl lifted her head; her eyes became clear, as if someone flicked a switch. Her sane eyes passed from Carmicheal's eyes to Dr. Foster's and back again.
She stated. "Why should I? Seems to me he'd be better off dead; better like this than a drone."
Dr. Foster was surprised. How could she know what was happening? Only Dr. Foster, her staff, and Lionel knew what was to be done.
Kharma closed her eyes, a cunning smile on her lips, "You both are up shit creek without a paddle."
Dr Carmicheal grabbed the girl roughly by the throat, his timid demeanor gone; he pulled the girl in close and whispered in her ear. The girl's eyes snapped open; she seemed shocked by what she was being told. When he was done, he threw her back against the wall.
Kharma gasped for air as she got to her feet; the look in her eyes was now pure anger. Just then the orderlies came in; they could not find any defibulators, not that they had really looked for them.
Kharma stepped forward, "Everyone OUT! I'll do it, but not in front of an audience."
Dr. Carmicheal shook his head. "This is not up for negotiations th."
The girl smirked, "You'll do what I say or I do nothing. You have more to lose, Dr. Carmicheal, your family and such, if this ever gets out."
At the mention of his family, Dr. Carmicheal seemed to revert to his timid form. He nodded, took the bonds off her wrists and ankles, and ushered everyone out. Dr. Foster protested the loudest, but she gave in and left. Dr. Foster stood out in the hall with Dr. Carmicheal, worry weighing heavily on both their faces.
"Can she be trusted? She seems less then par for the course." Dr. Foster asked.
Dr. Carmicheal shrugged. "No, she's drugged to the gills normally, not at all trust- worthy; but we have no choice."
Dr. Foster leaned against the cold, stark walls; no amount of money was worth this. She wondered who would come to save her from the fury of Lionel Luthor if things went, totally, belly up. In the back of her mind, she wondered if anyone would save Lex Luthor in time. If anyone could defeat Lionel, it was that boy in there whose life thread was slowly getting wiped away.
~~~ Breaking Pieces. ~~~
The two orderlies led the swaying, and rag doll-like Lex Luthor into the treatment room. The boy, they surmised, had learned his lesson from the day before last, better to be compliant then resistant. They had put a hurting on the rich young man, and held back, but not much. They were no fans of the Luthors. However, the money was spendable everywhere and they were a fans of cash, especially, when it came in such large amounts paid by Lionel.
They pushed Lex into the room, and went to work taking off the straight- jacket. Once the buckles were undone, they pulled it off the listless Luthor.
"I am my Father's son." Lex said his eyes meeting the orderlies.
The orderlies stood in front of him trying to make sense of what the brat had just said. Lex's eyes came to life as he reared back and head butted the orderly directly in front of him. The orderly's nose was squashed; it resembled bloody hamburger meat.
"Luthor's never give up without a fight." Lex said in a low menacing voice.
He balled up his freed fists, and rammed them into the other one's chest. As the orderly doubled over, Lex planted his elbow into the back of the thick goon's neck, knocking him to the floor. His hits, while normally strong, had been weakened some by his lack of exercise and their immobility.
As he hurried towards the door, a strong arm encircled his throat lifting him off his feet. Lex saw stars as his oxygen was cut off; he gasped but continued to struggle in his captor's grip.
He felt hot breath on his head, "Looks like Richie Rich wants to fight! You're gonna pay for that blow; I think you broke my nose!!"
He felt the pressure on his neck increase as the thug started to squeeze tighter; the darkness was approaching, dancing on the edge of his vision.
"Ugh, I got a better idea. Strap him down; we'll get some pay back before the doctor gets here." The second goon said as he flipped on the ECT machine.
The two large orderlies wasted no time getting Lex tightly strapped down to the bed. They attached the electrodes to his head, forced the rubber mouth piece in Lex's mouth, and turned to the machine where they started fiddling with the dials and buttons.
"You know how to work this thing?" Goon two asked.
Thug one nodded, "Yea, I saw that Nicholson flick, same box just newer."
With one more twist of the dial; the orderly punched the button and Lex's body stiffened as the charge flowed into Lex's brain. The lights above them flickered and dimmed; the orderlies stepped back and watched Lex convulse against the leather restraints on his wrists, chest, and ankles.
"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!!" Dr. Foster's voice filled the door way.
She ran in and pressed another button; Lex fell back against the mattress and was still. She looked at the box's settings and was horrified. She turned and quickly placed leads on Lex's chest; the heart monitor came to life as she hit switches. Lex's heart line was erratic holding no steady beat.
"You idiots!" She raged at them.
There was no defibulator in the room since there should have been no need for it anytime during the controlled treatments. As she pushed on Lex's chest, she felt some ribs break under her compressions; but she was manually trying to get the young man's heart to jump back to a normal rhythm. She also noticed other bruises forming under the restraints, no doubt, from broken bones caused by the convulsions.
"Go get the paddles!!" She barked at the two orderlies who where nursing their own wounds.
The orderlies left in slow motion in Dr. Foster's eyes; she was in full panic mode. If Lex died Lionel Luthor would come down on them like the apocalypse.
As she worked, another doctor poked his head into the room. "What's going on?"
"Dr. Carmicheal I need your help." Dr. Foster yelled.
Dr. Carmicheal stepped forward, but when he saw who the patient was he stepped back.
Fear evident in his voice, "That's Lionel Luthor's boy isn't it? No way! I've got him bearing down on me enough, with his other little experiment. Count me out."
"If you don't help me, I'll tell Mr. Luthor everything; how you did nothing to save his son. If I am going to go down, I am taking you and those two idiots with me!!" She said with menace in her voice.
Dr. Carmicheal stepped forward assessing the situation; he too noticed the various bruises on Lex's wrists and ankles. What caught his eyes more were the ECT leads had no conductive gel on them and plucking them off revealed electrical burns on young Luthor's smooth temples. Lifting Lex's eyelids he found the young man's pupils fixed and unresponsive to light.
Carmicheal gasped, "Oh geez even if we do get his heart started, he's probably a vegetable. His brain is in shock; we'll be lucky to get his heart in a normal status before it gives out."
"That's not good enough! What about your little experiment?" She asked still pumping.
Carmicheal shook his head, "Are you kidding? That would create an even bigger snafu then what we have going now. Plus she is very unwilling to cooperate no matter what we do."
"Maybe, she'll be willing; I've seen these two interact in the recreation room. They seem close." Dr. Foster remarked.
Aghast, Dr. Carmicheal stumbled back, "Recreation room him? Her? Since when?!"
This revelation made him unable to form complete sentences or thoughts. If Mr. Luthor found out that not only his son was allowed out of his room, but also his little purchase from overseas, the man would be furious. An angry Lionel is something Dr. Carmicheal feared deep in his bones; the billionaire was scary. Both of them would be as good as dead or worse if Mr. Luthor was to catch wind of any of this. Nothing good was going to come out of this event; reluctantly, he headed out going to the restricted ward.
"Come on damn it!" Dr. Foster shouted as she continued to try to save Lex Luthor.
Dr. Carmicheal came back after a few minutes pushing a girl into the room before him. Dr. Foster stopped what she was doing and looked at the girl.
"Save his life." Dr. Foster ordered.
The girl only smiled and waved her bound hands in front of her. "Uh-oh someone's in trouble, tut-tut big trouble."
Dr. Foster was in no mood to play; she advanced on the girl, and back handed her across the face.
"DO IT!!!" Dr. Foster ordered louder.
Dr. Carmicheal stepped forward, playing mediator, and pushing his colleague back. "Kharma please, no more games. You need to save him."
The girl looked from Dr. Carmicheal to where Lex lay; she then looked back at Dr. Carmicheal. The girl lifted her head; her eyes became clear, as if someone flicked a switch. Her sane eyes passed from Carmicheal's eyes to Dr. Foster's and back again.
She stated. "Why should I? Seems to me he'd be better off dead; better like this than a drone."
Dr. Foster was surprised. How could she know what was happening? Only Dr. Foster, her staff, and Lionel knew what was to be done.
Kharma closed her eyes, a cunning smile on her lips, "You both are up shit creek without a paddle."
Dr Carmicheal grabbed the girl roughly by the throat, his timid demeanor gone; he pulled the girl in close and whispered in her ear. The girl's eyes snapped open; she seemed shocked by what she was being told. When he was done, he threw her back against the wall.
Kharma gasped for air as she got to her feet; the look in her eyes was now pure anger. Just then the orderlies came in; they could not find any defibulators, not that they had really looked for them.
Kharma stepped forward, "Everyone OUT! I'll do it, but not in front of an audience."
Dr. Carmicheal shook his head. "This is not up for negotiations th."
The girl smirked, "You'll do what I say or I do nothing. You have more to lose, Dr. Carmicheal, your family and such, if this ever gets out."
At the mention of his family, Dr. Carmicheal seemed to revert to his timid form. He nodded, took the bonds off her wrists and ankles, and ushered everyone out. Dr. Foster protested the loudest, but she gave in and left. Dr. Foster stood out in the hall with Dr. Carmicheal, worry weighing heavily on both their faces.
"Can she be trusted? She seems less then par for the course." Dr. Foster asked.
Dr. Carmicheal shrugged. "No, she's drugged to the gills normally, not at all trust- worthy; but we have no choice."
Dr. Foster leaned against the cold, stark walls; no amount of money was worth this. She wondered who would come to save her from the fury of Lionel Luthor if things went, totally, belly up. In the back of her mind, she wondered if anyone would save Lex Luthor in time. If anyone could defeat Lionel, it was that boy in there whose life thread was slowly getting wiped away.