Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, or any of its characters, the show belongs to the WB and to Miles Milar, Al Gough and co.
Mania
Chapter 1:
Morning didn't live to see the sun in Lex Luthor's mansion. Curtains in many shades of black covered every single window, blocking the light of day from entering. "If the sun were to conquer the world, the moon would spread its darkness in its shelter: In our hearts", that's what his father used to tell him every night. For many years, Lex has tried to ignore what his daddy called "his fate", every word which has come out of Lionel Luthor's mouth, would be a curse. But Lex's had a passion for curses – the magic of evil. He was drawn to his father's words, like his drawing to women.
Lex rolled around his bed, trying to sense his wife's body, before waking up. She wasn't there. Left for work I suppose, he thought to himself, while opening his eyes to find the curtains open to the grey landscape of Metropolis. Ah, Metropolis, the city of my dreams, he couldn't have thought of a better place to live in. No city could top the most successful city in Kansas. Lex wasn't the mayor of the city, or any kind of politician, but he was a business man, and as one, he ruled it.
"Good morning, sir!" said one of the servants. Two of them were standing on the front door of the bedroom, waiting for their master to wake up. "It's time to get dressed".
Yeah, he had to get dressed; a big day was ahead of him. He dropped the grey blanket on the floor, stood up to look at him in the mirror, and went straight to the bathroom. He put his head inside the toilet, waited for the food from the day before to be spilt. To his right, he could see the two servants taking the grey sheets, folding them in a way he never understood. He closed the bathroom door and locked it; in the mirror he could see a slim man, with a bald head and red eyes. He's never felt so sick; he could've never prepared himself for this day.
He remembered it well, it was the night when he and his wife, Lana Lang, had diner alongside the fireplace. They ate Chinese food that night. Lana talked about her day in the gallery, she didn't know if people would be interested in seeing her paintings. Yeah, he remembered it well, when she said the word paintings, the phone started to ring.
Lex wet his head with cool water and went back to stare at his red eyes. He didn't look like that while dining with his wife that night. He then put his hand on his lower back, searching for the pain he caused himself that night. "Ah" he moaned silently when he found the scratch, it still burned.
One of the servants answered the phone, Lex and Lana were still giggling about the new master of the gallery.
"Um, sir," the servant interrupted, "It's an important phone call, you should pick up"
"Well, can't it wait?" he asked, without looking at his worker, just smiling at Lana.
"It's you FATHER, sir." The servant whispered, hoping the wife didn't hear him
Lex's eyes weren't relaxed as they used to be. He closed them, trying to convince himself he hadn't just heard that. He felt his muscles shrinking, one by one. Only one muscle was stretched – he reached his hand to the white phone next to him, and without further ado, he locked himself inside his office. "Yeah, talk!"
"Mr. Luthor, it's your father" Said a squeaky voice from the other side.
"I know it's my father!" He yelled, "What could be the problem?"
"He wants to see you, he misses you!" the squeaky voice tried to sound comforting and understanding.
"Why should I go and see him? Why should I take a pause, stop my life, and visit the one man, whose goal was to destroy me?"
"Well," The squeaky voice continued on talking softly, "You're his son, only son."
"SO WHAT?" Lex's face was turning red, contrasting the black couch. He tried to forget everything that has happened to him, and end the conversation as soon as possible.
"As one of the men responsible for putting the man in this mental institution, you should at least see how he progressed, don't you think Mr. Luthor?"
He had to go there; he had to face his greatest fear, he had to see his father for the last time, before he closed the door. He had to close the door, the only door which closed all darkness and brought light into his life.
Author Notes: Here's the first chapter of my first fic in4 years.Thank you for taking the time to read it, I hope you enjoyed reading it, there's much more to come. Reviews are most welcome! Please be gentle in your reviews, I know my English isn't so good, but I'm trying:)