Chapter four: The Anti-Kyla Society

"I always enjoy hearing your voice son," Lionel said as he ran his hand over Lex's naked body, his hair brushing against Lex's smoothness as they lay together on the bed. Lex purred contentedly against his father's touch, hoping the post orgasmic bliss wouldn't fade too soon.

"You know, I'm very proud of you Lex. Working hard, making a name for yourself, building your own empire."

The bliss faded and it was back to subtext and sarcasm.

"I'm sure you are dad, I'm sure you're ecstatic that I'm doing wonderfully without your help, and since you seem to have already forsaken the agreement not to have business conversations in bed, what do you want?"

"Oh don't be so dramatic Lex; I was just thinking that maybe our successes should not prevent us from joining forces."

"I'm not going to go back to work for you dad."

"I'm not asking you to do that son."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to be my partner Lex."

"How sentimental...but no. I want to do this on my own, dad. I don't need you to watch over me."

"You're overreacting again Lex."

"No I'm not."

Lionel ran his hand over Lex's back and smiled as he felt the tense muscles relax again with another purr.

"So Lex, how are things with the young cub?" he asked while stroking him.

"I think you know perfectly well how it's going dad."

"Well yes I have been hearing this distasteful rumor concerning a certain Native American girl and their infatuation with each other."

Lex sneered and Lionel gave Lex a kiss on his neck before moving to his ears.

"Why don't we do something about her?"

"Wouldn't Clark get upset if anything happened to her?"

"I'm not talking about making her disappear, Lex. I could do that any time. But I did send someone to do a background check on this Kyla girl," he said the name with distaste, "Something which you should have done with all the women you have dated," he added.

"So what did you find out?"

"Nothing. There is no record of anyone named Kyla Willowbrook anywhere."

"Hmm... Curiouser, and curiouser. So what do you think dad?"

"Well I think that a lot of strange things have been happening lately... more than usual. She might be involved."

"You think she conjured up a rain of pianos?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just saying we should keep an eye on her."

"Can't you hire someone to do that?"

"I did, all of them mysteriously disappeared."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I think that we can get through this lucrative venture better if we work together."

"Alright. I'll help you, but just with this."

"Great, tomorrow you can go over to that coffee place and ask around. I'll go over to the Kents and let them know what's going on after my meeting. I'll meet you in front of the secret room at 4:00pm. Meanwhile..."

Lionel pressed his growing erection against Lex's back. The boy smirked knowingly before moving up for a kiss.

Jonathan sighed contentedly as he looked at his creation. The alien tool he used to create it was held in his hands as his eyes roamed over the pattern he had made. The circles and lines were perfectly formed in a strange looking language Jonathan himself did not know and probably never would. But it was beautiful all the same.

The strange alien tool had been found along with Clark's ship and so far the only use he had found for it was to make crop circles. After some experimenting he had figured out what all the main buttons did and used it to make patterns on the fields of corn. Jonathan had never considered himself artistic but over the years he had found that crop circle making was quite a good way to express himself and that watching all the patterns form could be a rather calming experience.

And he seriously needed calming right now. He'd been back with Lionel for a few weeks and already he's starting to doubt his allegiance to the Anti-Luthor Society. This wasn't supposed to be a relationship; it was suppose to be a spying mission; a chance for him to get close to Lionel Luthor and find out his evil schemes; because Lionel was evil... but the more time he'd spent with him, the more he realized that he never really hated him. He was just angry at him, for a reason he doesn't quite remember any more.

Maybe Lionel had been injecting him with some kind of brain washing chemical. Or maybe he was secretly doing brain surgery on him while he was asleep...Or maybe he was just so good at sex that Jonathan forgot about everything else in his life.

It was currently about 4:00am in the morning, late enough for no one would to be suspicious of what he was doing, and early enough so no one would spot him making the circles in the dark. He was also glad that there were already many other strange things happening in Smallville so that no one would actually blink an eye when crop circles started appearing.

Once he was done gazing at his work, he walked back into the storm cellar to put the tool away and head back into the house.

"Hello Jonathan," a voice said from behind him and Jonathan got out a pistol he hid in his pants and pointed it towards the voice.

Then he saw who it was.

"Lionel, what are you doing here?" he asked as he put his gun back.

"I missed you," he said simply and Jonathan smiled like a school boy with a crush.

"I have something for you," Lionel said as he gave Jonathan a small blue box with a gold ribbon tied to it. "Don't open it till tomorrow."

Jonathan looked at it suspiciously. Then he looked back at Lionel.

"Don't worry, it won't bite," he said with a knowing smirk.

"Lionel how did you get here?"

"My chauffer dropped me off; he'll be here to pick me up in an hour... He's very discreet."

"Oh," Jonathan said; his mouth a perfect 'o' just before Lionel stole it for a kiss.

And with their lips still connected Jonathan went into the truck, pulling Lionel in with him and shutting the door.

Lana looked up as the click of expensive shoes entered the Talon.

"Hi Lex," she greeted with a crooked smile. Lex looked the girl up and down, taking in her new look.

The girl was still wearing pink, but this time instead of pastel it was shocking pink. So shocking that Lex was having trouble adjusting his eyes to it. Her pink top was showed of the skin of her flat belly and the neck line was in close proximity to her nipples. It was also three sizes too small, making her usually small breasts look a bit bigger. Her blue jeans were at least three sizes too big and barely hung on her hips revealing the bright pink lacy underwear she wore underneath. She jingled as she walked due to a number of silver chains that hung from her neck. She also had strands of matching pink hair amongst her usual black.

"Um... hello Lana. You certainly look... different."

"Yeah I just got bored of myself. I needed a change."

"Right," Lex said as Chloe walked in wearing blue sweats, her hair streaked the same color with a head band around it, there were also bands on her wrists. Around her neck were chains that also jingled as she walked.

"Yo, sup Lex. Weren't hittin' on my bitch were you?" she said as she gave him a friendly punch before going over to Lana and placing a hand on her ass. "Hey baby," she said as Lana gave her a bright smile.

"So I see the both of you finally got over Clark," Lex said with a smile as he looked at the couple. They look very happy together.

Chloe whispered something in Lana's ear and Lana hit her on the head before turning to Lex. "So what brings you to the Talon this morning, Lex? Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

"Actually I was here to discuss an issue with you but I wouldn't mind a cup of double mocha cappuccino."

"Coming right up," she said before walking away as Lex sat himself down on the sofa in the corner. A few moments later his cappuccino arrived and Lana and Chloe sat themselves down next to him.

"So, what's up?" Lana asked and Lex was grateful that Lana hadn't gone all the way and changed her speech pattern as Chloe had.

"Well, you know that new girl Clark's been dating right?"

"Yes, what about her?"

"Well you see Da-, I mean I did a background check on that girl and found no record of anyone by that name."

"So the bitch ain't gotta name. Who cares?"

"I do! She could be dangerous."

"Clark's a big boy he can take care of himself. He can date whoever he wants."

"And what if this time he can't Lana? Listen Clark has been acting very strange lately, he could be in trouble. Don't you want to pay him back for all the times he saved you? You may not think of him romantically any more but do you not consider him your friend?"

Both the girls became silent in contemplation.

"Listen, if you care about Clark at all you will come by the mansion at 4:00pm," Lex said before getting up and leaving.

AU: ok, that part really sucked but I don't know anything about rapping. Plus I'm very useless.
The limo glided to a stop in front of the wooden house. Martha stepped out of the car, then helped Lionel out after her. As they walk together towards the house she pressed her body obscenely close to his, causing him to almost stumble.

Jonathan was waiting for them inside; his hand tightly gripping the cup of coffee almost to the point of cracking it. He took a sip, despite the fact that he was already jumpy.

The bang of the front door sent him jumping onto the small side table, knocking over the vase of flowers resting on top of it. As Jonathan bent down to pick up the vase, Martha came up behind him and piped, "Hello, dear!" sending him crashing into the shelf before him with a yelp.

"Um... Hello Martha," he said as he removed his head from the shelf and accidentally hit it again. This time the shelf tumbled down on top of him.

Lionel listened on with an amused smile on his face.

Jonathan pried himself free of the shelf with certain difficulty; then proceeded to prop the shelf back up. He wasn't successful till the tenth attempt. Then he hastily chucked everything back onto the shelf.

"Um... right so um... Lionel... what do you want... from us?" he asked, trying very hard to sound angry and hateful but not quite succeeding. Then he took a few jerky and uneven steps towards the sofa and sat down.

"Lionel, please sit down," Martha said to her boss as the two both took a seat opposite Jonathan. A few moments later the shelf tumbled down again with a loud crash. Jonathan jumped down onto the floor with his hands covering his head. Then he realized it was just the shelf and got up again, trying to look dignified.

"So... um… Lionel… What did you call us here for?" Martha asked shakily; discomfort evident in her face. Jonathan had the same expression on his.

"I came here to discuss the recent development with our son."

The Kents sighed in relief and Lionel smirked knowingly. Then they remembered what their son was and their relief turned into horror.

"Oh, what are you saying Lionel? Our son is a verynormal boy. There's nothing wrong with him. Nothing at all he's a lovelyHUMAN boy" Martha covered.

"Yes and we both raised him right and if there was suddenly something wrong with him then it's probably your fault. If he sprouted anything weird like tentacles or... any other alien like body parts, thenit was probably due to uh... the chemical waste you dumped in our river..." Jonathan added.

"Yes, because um...our son is very normal. VERY normal...nothing strange about him AT ALL."

Lionel started chuckling and both the Kents looked at him suspiciously.

"Actually the development in question is concerned with our son's... acquaintance with a rather undesirable female character."

The Kents sighed in relief again.

"Well, Lionel uh... Actually Clark-"

"Why are you against this girl Lionel?" Jonathan interrupted.

"I did a background check on her and none of my people found anything... There is no record of this girl or any girl that looks like her anywhere on the planet... Neither is there anything on her grandfather Mr. Willowbrook. My people are good at finding things; they can get information on anyone about anything. The fact that they couldn't find anything is rather concerning. Not to mention the fact that the people I hired to follow her all mysteriously disappeared."

"Why were you having her followed in the first place?"

"After that debacle with Desiree I thought I should be more careful of whom my son seeks the companionship of. Now is there anything you can tell me about this girl?"

The Kents turned to look at each other, silently communicating about what they should allow Lionel to know. Then Martha turned to face the blind man.

"Well… um… Clark said he met her just after we went over to the construction site. He said that he fell asleep and then when he woke up she was right next to him. Not only that but they were also in the cave when they woke up."

"Interesting."

"Clark said that the girl's been following him around since then. He also said that when he tries to get away he gets a head ache."

"So she's keeping him with her against his will... Very interesting... I mean, concerning," Lionel said as he considered hiring the girl to work for him.

"There's something else." Jonathan said. "It's probably nothing but… well… Clark said that when he was asleep that he had a dream that he was following a talking white rabbit and fell into a hole. He said that there was another part to that dream but he couldn't remember."

"White rabbits? Hmmm... How is he sure it was a dream?"

"What are you not telling me Lionel?"

"Yesterday, it seemed another strange event occurred. You see I was attacked by a herd of small mammals in my office. The guards told me that they were white rabbits."

Martha tried not to look suspicious at the mention of the event. "So this girl can control alie- I mean teenage boys and white rabbits. That's... different. So what are we going to do about it?"

"I was about to go meet Lex at the mansion to discuss the situation with him. Care to join me?"

"Sure," the couple replied simultaneously.

The six people sat silently, each looking nervously at each other as Lionel sat himself behind the desk. The secret room was as cold and impersonal as it was a few days ago when Clark and Lionel last entered it.

"Greetings everyone. I'm sure you all know why you're here. You are here due to your concern of a potential threat to our beloved Clark Kent-Luthor. So far we have learnt that this Native American girl doesn't exist legally and according to Martha she also seems to have control over Clark as well as white rabbits. We can also assume that she's somehow connected to the caves as well as the piano incident at the construction site. Does anyone have anything to add to that?"

Chloe raised her hand.

"Yes Miss Sullivan."

"Actually it's Agent C," she said as she straightened her MIB suit and adjusted her black sun glasses. "Previously research has shown that white rabbits have the same brain wave frequency as Smallville meteor rock's radiation waves. If she could manipulate these waves enough to control the rabbits then she could control the frequency of the meteor rocks too, but only on a low level otherwise it would have an effect on everyone in the town, my dearest Agent L included, since she has a piece of it with her all the time. This would indicate that Clark Kent is more sensitive its waves more than any other human being which means that his physiology is not entirely human. I think that this would indicate that Clark Kent might literally be an illegal alien on our planet since he's not registered. Maybe the fact that he's not registered is due to him already being hunted down, maybe by this Kyla creature who might also be an extra terrestrial being."

"Oh that's preposterous. It's ludicrous. It's impossible. Clark is a perfectly normal human boy. Yep, 100 human... nothing else. He's perfectly normal." Martha covered in response.

Lionel snorted, but didn't say anything. Everyone else ignored what Chloe had just said. Then Lana raised her hand up, and despite the fact that she was wearing an outfit identical to Chloe's she usually made more sense than her, so they listened.

"We also know that this Kyla creature is very strong, physically. Agent C was locked in combat with it the previous day. She has a large stockpile of different fighting techniques."

"Thanks you Miss... I mean Agent L. So, as that is all we know about our current enemy, we need to come up with a plan."

Everyone went silent. Then Jonathan's hand went up.

"Yes Jon."

"We could use the pianos to build a maze around her and attack her with pitch forks while she's trying to get out."

"How very realistic of you Mr. Kent," Lex commented sarcastically.

"This is a waste of time Commander, I vote we flashy-thing her and get it over and done with," Chloe piped in.

"Yes that's a very brilliant idea 'Agent C' but since we don't have the 'flashy-thing' we'll have to go with something else," Lex looked annoyed as he said this.

"So do you have any brilliant ideas Agent A?" she asked Lex in an equally annoyed voice.

"I'd say put surveillance in the caves. Since Kyla is connected to it she will go in there eventually. I believe that the cave might be her hiding place, that she actually lives down there and that the construction of the Corporate Plaza had disturbed her. If we put hidden cameras in every single part of the caves, we could see what she's up to and eventually defeat her."

"Well done Lex," Lionel said as he patted Lex's bald head. The young man resisted the juvenile urge to pull Lionel's hair.

"Alright, meeting adjourned."

And so the Anti-Kyla Society was formed.

TBC

Author: OK, please review. Pretty please? I know I shouldn't care about this stuff but this is my longest story and yet I have the least review for it...plus there's more chapters than there are reviews, and that seems kinda saaaaadddddd. I'm not that bad right? I know I'm bitchy but not always. sighs. Well please review. I'll post more soon.

I know writers write for themselves but it really encourages them when you review. I have all of part three written already though... I just haven't finished writing part four... I hope you'll stick around till then.