Here is the second version of the ending. This ending is more final.
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~~~ Epilogue. ~~~
"I tire of this little sport; you insist on playing." Lionel Luthor said.
The well-dressed man paced the small room; he then stopped and focused his glare on his quarry. This fierce look usually caused whoever was receiving it to shake in their boots. There were only a few who could stand up to this glance; Morgan Edge was dead, so that reduced the opposing numbers. His son was missing, but the boy never missed a chance to throw his own equally powerful stare. Now there was one other who would defy his glower and try his patience to the very last nerve.
The girl spoke. "I do so enjoy playing it with you though; and you fall into it so well."
There was strain in the voice and no wonder. Kharma was strapped down by metal bindings in a dentist like chair. There was a needle in her arm connected to an IV that steadily delivered an odd colored liquid into her blood stream. Lionel knew this new drug would have a lip loosening effect; the right dosage and anyone would be singing like a well-trained canary.
"So you say, but this is my arena. I have the advantage and you are hardly a player. Strapped down like a mere beast--hardly a threat, hardly a formidable opponent." Lionel gloated.
The girl snickered. "How do you know I don't enjoy being tied down?"
"Everyday you make me sorry I wasted my money. Then you meet my son and I hear great things were done. Now, here we are back at square one, playing games all over again." Lionel stated clenching and unclenching his gloved hands.
He walked up to the bed, laying a hand on the girl's shirt. He pulled it up enough to expose her belly.
She gasped. "Get your hands off me!"
"This bothers you I see." He mused.
A low growl escaped her throat. "Only your touch does that to me."
Lionel smirked as he touched the odd marking on her stomach. It was a dark birthmark in the shape of a paw print. It almost looked like well-drawn tattoo but without the ink. This symbol intrigued Lionel; he needed to know more about what she was beyond a pain in his patience.
"I can make all your pain go away you know. Just tell me what I want to know and I will stop all this." Lionel reasoned.
The girl started to squirm in the chair pulling against her bonds; sweat appeared on her skin, and she tensed and hissed. The drug pumped into her system was stronger then before the pain it caused was worse then all the other times. The sickly colored substance was a new old solution utilized to get answers out of captured spy types; of course it had been tweaked to suit a more modern and this unique time. She started to hum a song to focus her thoughts; soon the pain started to ebb.
She growled. "You know nothing of stopping pain; all you know is how to create hurt, and destroy others. Don't make promises you can not hope of ever keeping, you snake!"
"Resorting to insults now; I thought we were too far above such childish things." Lionel prodded.
She heaved a long breath out.
He had tracked this acquisition down in Japan; a side show freak of sorts. The creature that could make the unknown known; endowed with an odd power of healing, and possessed a universal answer to any question. Lionel had purchased the so called girl, and immediately had her transported to Belle Reve. She had proved to be a disappointment from day one; after a year Lionel stressed with his son's adventure in take over, was more then ready to throw in the towel despite the etched in stone saying that Luthor's NEVER give up.
She clucked. "Next time best know what you're buying; before you leap in with both eyes closed."
Lionel sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.
Then through a total disregard for his orders; his son and this girl meet, and then comes the supernatural occurrences.
Pained chuckle. "Guess it pays to stay in one place."
Her eyes are locked on his; as if burrowing into his mind, leaving a cool powerless feeling in it's' wake.
"Empires are built by making acquisitions; terrain is mapped out by going places." Lionel stated.
He pulled off his black leather gloves and with his right hand; he stroked his fingers over her strange marking, enjoying her squirming as he did so.
"Where is my son?" Lionel inquired demandingly.
She snorted out a lungful of air. "Don't you know? What's wrong can't keep that iron leash like grip on your own flesh and blood as easily as you do on those you feel are beneath you?"
Lionel said nothing continuing to touch at the spot.
"I don't understand. Why protect someone you don't know?" Lionel said.
She groaned. "Foreign concept to you known as kindness."
Lionel's look became stony as the muscles in his jaw flexed.
"It is amazing you know; how pain can be used in getting answers, or make people forget for a long time. It's a very broad spectrum sensation; I find it useful since breaks down barriers, and banishes lies from even the most stubborn of tongues." Lionel mused regaining his composure.
He smoothed his hands through his shoulder length hair; backing up once again to the foot of the chair.
"You have only one chance; one chance to defy me." Lionel threatened
She moaned as the pain in her muscles increased, but still she mocked back. "Or what you'll start getting ugly, too many years too late."
"Where is my son?" Lionel asked again ignoring the jib.
The girl writhed against the restraints; Lionel could see that her strength was ebbing; she clenched, and released her fists repeatedly.
She started to mumble. "You'll never know until he wants you to know."
Lionel stepped forward taking the girls sweaty head into his hands; holding her face between his thumbs.
"Just give in; you can not win. Tell me what I need to know." Lionel said using his best fake voice of concern.
She opened her eyes. "You'll know now, as much as you knew then.
The IV bag was nearly empty, and the girl was still fighting the effects. He had no more patience; plus he needed to be back in his office for a meeting. He would return soon though; and he would find his son even if he had to strip the information from the girls hide.
Lionel Luthor looked out from his helicopter as it took off; Metropolis was his city, he was the king and he held most of the world in his grip. Soon Lex would be back under his burning all powerful eyes, and there he would stay. Luthor's do not lose, and he planned to keep it that way.
The End
~~~ Epilogue. ~~~
"I tire of this little sport; you insist on playing." Lionel Luthor said.
The well-dressed man paced the small room; he then stopped and focused his glare on his quarry. This fierce look usually caused whoever was receiving it to shake in their boots. There were only a few who could stand up to this glance; Morgan Edge was dead, so that reduced the opposing numbers. His son was missing, but the boy never missed a chance to throw his own equally powerful stare. Now there was one other who would defy his glower and try his patience to the very last nerve.
The girl spoke. "I do so enjoy playing it with you though; and you fall into it so well."
There was strain in the voice and no wonder. Kharma was strapped down by metal bindings in a dentist like chair. There was a needle in her arm connected to an IV that steadily delivered an odd colored liquid into her blood stream. Lionel knew this new drug would have a lip loosening effect; the right dosage and anyone would be singing like a well-trained canary.
"So you say, but this is my arena. I have the advantage and you are hardly a player. Strapped down like a mere beast--hardly a threat, hardly a formidable opponent." Lionel gloated.
The girl snickered. "How do you know I don't enjoy being tied down?"
"Everyday you make me sorry I wasted my money. Then you meet my son and I hear great things were done. Now, here we are back at square one, playing games all over again." Lionel stated clenching and unclenching his gloved hands.
He walked up to the bed, laying a hand on the girl's shirt. He pulled it up enough to expose her belly.
She gasped. "Get your hands off me!"
"This bothers you I see." He mused.
A low growl escaped her throat. "Only your touch does that to me."
Lionel smirked as he touched the odd marking on her stomach. It was a dark birthmark in the shape of a paw print. It almost looked like well-drawn tattoo but without the ink. This symbol intrigued Lionel; he needed to know more about what she was beyond a pain in his patience.
"I can make all your pain go away you know. Just tell me what I want to know and I will stop all this." Lionel reasoned.
The girl started to squirm in the chair pulling against her bonds; sweat appeared on her skin, and she tensed and hissed. The drug pumped into her system was stronger then before the pain it caused was worse then all the other times. The sickly colored substance was a new old solution utilized to get answers out of captured spy types; of course it had been tweaked to suit a more modern and this unique time. She started to hum a song to focus her thoughts; soon the pain started to ebb.
She growled. "You know nothing of stopping pain; all you know is how to create hurt, and destroy others. Don't make promises you can not hope of ever keeping, you snake!"
"Resorting to insults now; I thought we were too far above such childish things." Lionel prodded.
She heaved a long breath out.
He had tracked this acquisition down in Japan; a side show freak of sorts. The creature that could make the unknown known; endowed with an odd power of healing, and possessed a universal answer to any question. Lionel had purchased the so called girl, and immediately had her transported to Belle Reve. She had proved to be a disappointment from day one; after a year Lionel stressed with his son's adventure in take over, was more then ready to throw in the towel despite the etched in stone saying that Luthor's NEVER give up.
She clucked. "Next time best know what you're buying; before you leap in with both eyes closed."
Lionel sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.
Then through a total disregard for his orders; his son and this girl meet, and then comes the supernatural occurrences.
Pained chuckle. "Guess it pays to stay in one place."
Her eyes are locked on his; as if burrowing into his mind, leaving a cool powerless feeling in it's' wake.
"Empires are built by making acquisitions; terrain is mapped out by going places." Lionel stated.
He pulled off his black leather gloves and with his right hand; he stroked his fingers over her strange marking, enjoying her squirming as he did so.
"Where is my son?" Lionel inquired demandingly.
She snorted out a lungful of air. "Don't you know? What's wrong can't keep that iron leash like grip on your own flesh and blood as easily as you do on those you feel are beneath you?"
Lionel said nothing continuing to touch at the spot.
"I don't understand. Why protect someone you don't know?" Lionel said.
She groaned. "Foreign concept to you known as kindness."
Lionel's look became stony as the muscles in his jaw flexed.
"It is amazing you know; how pain can be used in getting answers, or make people forget for a long time. It's a very broad spectrum sensation; I find it useful since breaks down barriers, and banishes lies from even the most stubborn of tongues." Lionel mused regaining his composure.
He smoothed his hands through his shoulder length hair; backing up once again to the foot of the chair.
"You have only one chance; one chance to defy me." Lionel threatened
She moaned as the pain in her muscles increased, but still she mocked back. "Or what you'll start getting ugly, too many years too late."
"Where is my son?" Lionel asked again ignoring the jib.
The girl writhed against the restraints; Lionel could see that her strength was ebbing; she clenched, and released her fists repeatedly.
She started to mumble. "You'll never know until he wants you to know."
Lionel stepped forward taking the girls sweaty head into his hands; holding her face between his thumbs.
"Just give in; you can not win. Tell me what I need to know." Lionel said using his best fake voice of concern.
She opened her eyes. "You'll know now, as much as you knew then.
The IV bag was nearly empty, and the girl was still fighting the effects. He had no more patience; plus he needed to be back in his office for a meeting. He would return soon though; and he would find his son even if he had to strip the information from the girls hide.
Lionel Luthor looked out from his helicopter as it took off; Metropolis was his city, he was the king and he held most of the world in his grip. Soon Lex would be back under his burning all powerful eyes, and there he would stay. Luthor's do not lose, and he planned to keep it that way.
The End