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Chapter 6: Nightmares
"Well, hello son." Lionel Luthor rasped out. Lex could've sworn he was having a dream, no nightmare. He is not here. He can't be here, as soon as my life gets good here comes the devil himself to bring me down. Lex thought, refusing to open his eyes. He was still spooned around Chloe, he hoped Lionel hadn't realized she was there with him. He kissed Chloe's bare shoulder and made sure she was fully covered, so that Lionel wouldn't get a free peep show, he got out of bed and slipped on his silk boxers(A/N: as if he would where anything less than silk) which were on the side of his bed.
"Dad," he said walking to the door, "how nice of you to show up at my bedroom door, in the wee hours(A/N: hmm...Irish Lex¿?¿) of the morning."
"Lex, I came here to ask something of you concerning," Lionel looked past Lex, nodding over to the lump in his bed. "Miss Sullivan."
Lex squared his shoulders and asked, "What do you want with her?"
"I just want to have a luncheon with my son and his new lady friend." Lionel said with a wide smirk, almost a smile. Almost.
"And I shall ask again, dad. What do you want, with us?" Lex said with a sneer.
"Seriously Lex, do I always have to have a motive?" Lex looked at him incredulously.
"Is the sky blue? Do I love Chloe?" Lex was stunned at what came out of his mouth, not the fact that it escaped his lips but the fact that Lionel Luthor heard it. The look on Lionel's face was priceless, he looked like a fish out of water; his jaw kept opening and closing but no sound came out. "Dad, if you don't close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Lex said with mirth
"I'll see you tomorrow son," Lionel turned on his heel, "3 p.m. precisely" he called down the hall. And just like that he was gone with the wind, metaphorically speaking.
Just then, Lex heard Chloe let out a whimper and she started tossing and turning. "Chloe." Lex said in a calm voice. "Chloe, honey, stop. It's okay." He tried whispering reassuring words in her ear as she was obviously having a nightmare.
"NO! Let me go! I am not CRAZY!" Chloe exclaimed as two buff guys dragged her down a long white hallway. The harsh white lights hurt her eyes as she tried to see where she was being lead.
"Hmph, that's what they all say blondie." One of the guys replied in a gruff voice. She struggled to free herself from their grasp only to realize she couldn't move here arms, for she was in a straight jacket. The men continued to drag her down the hallway effortlessly, until they reached the door at the end of the hall. They dropped her there and backed away leaving no way of escape for Chloe. She turned around trying to figure out a way past them when the door swung open, startling her, causing her to jump slightly. She turned back to face the guards only to realize they weren't there anymore. She was now sitting on the floor in the middle of a dark room, with only one light, which was shining down upon her. She looked around the room for some sort of escape only to find that she was surrounded by four heavily padded walls.
"I've been waiting for you, Chloe..." a voice said out of nowhere.
Not knowing where the voice was coming from Chloe shouted towards the ceiling, "Who are you!"
"How could you not remember me, Chloe, for I remember you fondly. I loved you so much, Chloe. That's why I had to leave you and Gabe. I always hoped for the day when you would come to visit me, I just hoped and prayed that it when the time was right, instead of against your will."
"Mom?" Chloe said breathlessly in shock.
"Yes, baby it's me, I'm sorry that this had to be the way that you re-entered my life."
"Okay, so you're my mom. This whole mental institute set up is what has me so confused. And why am I in a straight jacket and why can't I see you."
"Honey, this is going to be hard but I need to tell you quickly. Being here in this mental institute wearing a straight jacket is something that you might just have to get used to."
"What! Are you saying that I'm...crazy."
"Chloe, calm down or he'll hear."
"What! Who will hear?" Chloe replied in a stage whisper.
"ME!" Boomed the voice of Lionel Luthor. Just then he appeared on the other side of the room with Elaine bound to a chair.
Chloe was almost identical to her mother, Elaine, from her sparkling green eyes, to her bright pink lips. The only difference was that Elaine's hair reached her mid-back, and her facial features were less defined.
"Lionel Luthor?" Chloe exclaimed.
He withdrew a pocket knife from his pants pocket and brought the dangerously sharp object to Elaine's throat and sliced deeply. Deep enough that it would surely kill her. Throughout this whole process Lionel Luthor had a gleaming smile pasted to his face. What was it that encouraged this man to do something to cruel?
"NO! What are you doing!" Chloe struggled to get to the opposite side of the room towards Lionel and her mother, but she could never get up. It was as if she were being held in place by some invisible force, just when she didn't have the strength to struggle anymore everything went black.