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little side note "chape" means escape.
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~~~ Grasping at Pieces. ~~~
Pain was all he knew. Each day he was taken, strapped down like an animal and shot up with something horrible. Then the screaming would start, screaming brought on by pain. That was all Lex knew now; the pain stayed with him for sometime after he was removed from the room. At times he'd imagine the screams were from some one else. In the end as the jolts pulsed on and off, he knew the cries were his own though Luthors were not allowed to show they were in pain--no tears, no emotions, and above all no screaming. He touched his head; the memory of the pain, firey and seeming to last hours made him want to go back no further. His whole body ached as if he had run many miles without stretching first. Poached brain was what he was going to end up having--gooey, congealed, and gray festering in his skull. He would have laughed at that, but it elicited no more then a smile on his chapped lips.
She laid her hands on that smooth skin. "My god, what have they been doing to you?"
Her shock, alive in her voice, as she reached out to palm Alexander Luthor's face; his gaze was glassy at best, and not at all focused. He had been rocking again and the dark purple smudges where back around his eyes, making him look ten times older then he was. What scared her most of all was that fighter's glimmer he had once held in his cerulean eyes was nearly all gone. She had not been able to come to the recreational room for two weeks due to her biting Dr. Carmicheal on the cheek when he had come to give her a physical shortly after she'd healed Lex. They had tossed her in the isolation room and she had just gotten out yesterday after she had promised to be good.
She tapped Lex on the face trying to get him to focus, "Hey, come on, remember we're gonna bust out of this place. You need to focus though; I need you here to help me because I can't do this alone."
She probably could have, but she had been alone for far too long. She could see that shadow of loneliness in Lex's eyes as well; that is why she chose to pester him, and only him, that first day.
"Poached brains." Lex mumbled with a little twist of a smile.
She sighed, he was useless in this state. "Tell me about it; someone has replaced your brains with bundt cake."
She looked at him. It was painful to see him like this; whatever "treatment" he was receiving was chipping away at him day after day. She had gotten a pretty good read off of Dr. Foster to get a nearly whole idea of what she was doing. She looked around the room. There were two baboon orderlies on the door and the normal cast of crazies were present, including a bonus patient. The guy was huge with wild wavy dark hair; his arms were as big as tree trunks, and he was easily sent into a rage. He was known, only, as big Chaz. She knew he was here to see if the new meds he was dosed with could keep him from being the bruiser he had been.
She tapped her front teeth with her finger tip, which was adorned with a well chewed nail. "Get the hysterics hysterical, the maniacs maniacal, and the aggressives angered. Time to tinker a technique to topple toddle time into tizzy time; to cover our covert chape, or in simple terms time to blow this pop stand."
Knowing Alexander was going nowhere, she walked over to the two burly orderlies on the doors. Giggling, she stopped in front of them and twirled a finger in her hair; getting not much response, she twisted her body back and forth as she stood in front of them. Still nothing! She finally twisted to the left, then reached back and hauled off popping one of them in the face.
Giggling she said, "Oops I slipped."
"You stupid freak!!" The one with the bloody lip cursed.
Taking no time to think, he hauled off and back slapped her. She toppled back into Chaz; he staggered back, unbalanced by the meds he was on, bumping into the game table. She slid to the floor as he grunted. His leg impacted with the table's corner, looking down he saw a cut and blood welling up making a thin red line. His eyes opened wide and wild as he saw the blood; his large pie plate hands curled into fist as he let out a roar and lunged at the first person in line of sight. The orderly had little time to react before he was picked up into an airplane spin and sent flying into his partner. The commotion set the other patients into a frenzy; tables, chairs, cushions, and various other things became airborne getting tossed around the room. Patients not tossing things or fighting with the orderlies were running around screaming and making all kinds of noise. The door, usually locked, swung open freely as more orderlies came in to help remedy the situation at hand. The concept of locking the door behind them was lost as they came into the room and were assaulted by flying objects or the patients themselves.
Lex, laughing, started to rise as things started to fly and become hectic. A hand stopped him before an airborne plastic chair could hit him in the head. The hands pulled him to a hidden corner and worked to unbuckle the belts holding his straight jacket closed; soon, it fell uselessly to the floor.
Hands spun him around; it was her, the girl. "You're free."
"What?" Lex stated with confusion.
Lex could only stare dazedly at her; his memory not recalling, at all, who she was or what was going on. The pain he'd experienced everyday kept him from wanting to remember anything that was behind him.
She groaned. "You're worse off then I thought."
Taking his head between her hands, she closed her eyes; her head started to pound as she worked to make him whole once again. The glow radiated off her passing over him until the both of them were one, bathed in dark purple light. After a couple of minutes, the light died down; her hands dropped from his face and Lex's eyes were clearer.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Kharma fell back on her haunches, leaning against the wall, "No time for questions now; time for getting out."
She forced the words out, as her chest heaved with the effort. It felt like she had just come from a mile or two run.
Straining, she rose to her feet. "The door is unlocked; we need to go now or forever hold our peace."
Lex going against his Father's teachings decided to ask no more questions and go along with the girl. This had been twice that he had seen her with a clear mind. Knowing that before his mentality had been compromised, she definitely had something he'd like to know more about.
"Where to once we are out of this room?" He asked as he rose to his
feet.
She shook her head. "I don't really recall; but I'll know once I see it, just trust me."
Saying no more, she took the lead and hunkered against the far wall. Lex followed doing the same and feeling sort of foolish doing it.
"Why are we walking like this?" He asked once she had stopped.
She shook her head and smiled. "No real reason; I just wanted to see if you would do the same."
He shook his head wondering if he had made the right choice; so far she had not really shown him why he could not trust her, even though her personality was rather unique. Signaling him to follow she walked normally, if not somewhat unsteadily, to the door and opened it. Checking to see if the hall was clear, she slipped out of the recreation room and Lex followed.
~~~ Grasping at Pieces. ~~~
Pain was all he knew. Each day he was taken, strapped down like an animal and shot up with something horrible. Then the screaming would start, screaming brought on by pain. That was all Lex knew now; the pain stayed with him for sometime after he was removed from the room. At times he'd imagine the screams were from some one else. In the end as the jolts pulsed on and off, he knew the cries were his own though Luthors were not allowed to show they were in pain--no tears, no emotions, and above all no screaming. He touched his head; the memory of the pain, firey and seeming to last hours made him want to go back no further. His whole body ached as if he had run many miles without stretching first. Poached brain was what he was going to end up having--gooey, congealed, and gray festering in his skull. He would have laughed at that, but it elicited no more then a smile on his chapped lips.
She laid her hands on that smooth skin. "My god, what have they been doing to you?"
Her shock, alive in her voice, as she reached out to palm Alexander Luthor's face; his gaze was glassy at best, and not at all focused. He had been rocking again and the dark purple smudges where back around his eyes, making him look ten times older then he was. What scared her most of all was that fighter's glimmer he had once held in his cerulean eyes was nearly all gone. She had not been able to come to the recreational room for two weeks due to her biting Dr. Carmicheal on the cheek when he had come to give her a physical shortly after she'd healed Lex. They had tossed her in the isolation room and she had just gotten out yesterday after she had promised to be good.
She tapped Lex on the face trying to get him to focus, "Hey, come on, remember we're gonna bust out of this place. You need to focus though; I need you here to help me because I can't do this alone."
She probably could have, but she had been alone for far too long. She could see that shadow of loneliness in Lex's eyes as well; that is why she chose to pester him, and only him, that first day.
"Poached brains." Lex mumbled with a little twist of a smile.
She sighed, he was useless in this state. "Tell me about it; someone has replaced your brains with bundt cake."
She looked at him. It was painful to see him like this; whatever "treatment" he was receiving was chipping away at him day after day. She had gotten a pretty good read off of Dr. Foster to get a nearly whole idea of what she was doing. She looked around the room. There were two baboon orderlies on the door and the normal cast of crazies were present, including a bonus patient. The guy was huge with wild wavy dark hair; his arms were as big as tree trunks, and he was easily sent into a rage. He was known, only, as big Chaz. She knew he was here to see if the new meds he was dosed with could keep him from being the bruiser he had been.
She tapped her front teeth with her finger tip, which was adorned with a well chewed nail. "Get the hysterics hysterical, the maniacs maniacal, and the aggressives angered. Time to tinker a technique to topple toddle time into tizzy time; to cover our covert chape, or in simple terms time to blow this pop stand."
Knowing Alexander was going nowhere, she walked over to the two burly orderlies on the doors. Giggling, she stopped in front of them and twirled a finger in her hair; getting not much response, she twisted her body back and forth as she stood in front of them. Still nothing! She finally twisted to the left, then reached back and hauled off popping one of them in the face.
Giggling she said, "Oops I slipped."
"You stupid freak!!" The one with the bloody lip cursed.
Taking no time to think, he hauled off and back slapped her. She toppled back into Chaz; he staggered back, unbalanced by the meds he was on, bumping into the game table. She slid to the floor as he grunted. His leg impacted with the table's corner, looking down he saw a cut and blood welling up making a thin red line. His eyes opened wide and wild as he saw the blood; his large pie plate hands curled into fist as he let out a roar and lunged at the first person in line of sight. The orderly had little time to react before he was picked up into an airplane spin and sent flying into his partner. The commotion set the other patients into a frenzy; tables, chairs, cushions, and various other things became airborne getting tossed around the room. Patients not tossing things or fighting with the orderlies were running around screaming and making all kinds of noise. The door, usually locked, swung open freely as more orderlies came in to help remedy the situation at hand. The concept of locking the door behind them was lost as they came into the room and were assaulted by flying objects or the patients themselves.
Lex, laughing, started to rise as things started to fly and become hectic. A hand stopped him before an airborne plastic chair could hit him in the head. The hands pulled him to a hidden corner and worked to unbuckle the belts holding his straight jacket closed; soon, it fell uselessly to the floor.
Hands spun him around; it was her, the girl. "You're free."
"What?" Lex stated with confusion.
Lex could only stare dazedly at her; his memory not recalling, at all, who she was or what was going on. The pain he'd experienced everyday kept him from wanting to remember anything that was behind him.
She groaned. "You're worse off then I thought."
Taking his head between her hands, she closed her eyes; her head started to pound as she worked to make him whole once again. The glow radiated off her passing over him until the both of them were one, bathed in dark purple light. After a couple of minutes, the light died down; her hands dropped from his face and Lex's eyes were clearer.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Kharma fell back on her haunches, leaning against the wall, "No time for questions now; time for getting out."
She forced the words out, as her chest heaved with the effort. It felt like she had just come from a mile or two run.
Straining, she rose to her feet. "The door is unlocked; we need to go now or forever hold our peace."
Lex going against his Father's teachings decided to ask no more questions and go along with the girl. This had been twice that he had seen her with a clear mind. Knowing that before his mentality had been compromised, she definitely had something he'd like to know more about.
"Where to once we are out of this room?" He asked as he rose to his
feet.
She shook her head. "I don't really recall; but I'll know once I see it, just trust me."
Saying no more, she took the lead and hunkered against the far wall. Lex followed doing the same and feeling sort of foolish doing it.
"Why are we walking like this?" He asked once she had stopped.
She shook her head and smiled. "No real reason; I just wanted to see if you would do the same."
He shook his head wondering if he had made the right choice; so far she had not really shown him why he could not trust her, even though her personality was rather unique. Signaling him to follow she walked normally, if not somewhat unsteadily, to the door and opened it. Checking to see if the hall was clear, she slipped out of the recreation room and Lex followed.