Chapter 7None of the characters are mine! Okay really close to the end now folks!
Could he really be that horrible thing? He could not remember what had happened the night he entered the Talon. Just the pain of the green Kool-Aide. It would never be the same between that stuff and Lex. Then he also remembered hair. And purple highlights? Then it hit him like the flashes of images minutes before; he was supposed to go back to the Talon tonight. Alexander Luthor grabbed his coat and snatched up the keys to his Silver Arrow Mercedes Convertible 2000 (A/N What? It is my fave car!) .
At the Talon he bought a glass of red Kool-Aide, apparently it was all the Talon had. Kool-Aide. After three sips he doubled over. Fighting, the pain he staggered and stumbled into the little billionaire's room.
There he could no longer fight it. He fell in a heap as his wrist began to promptly bleed. The pain was just as he remembered, ever nerve exploding. Then there was that hair, that tickling sensation of actually having hair. Each one growing from every inch of body, even on a tail! Aro! Best of all he had purple high-lights. Sweet! He was so happy he immediately ripped apart several stalls and drank from the toilets.
As he stepped out, he heard someone yell, ""Let's name him Sparky!" Hell, no! His name was Lexy! And currently his thoughts were: pet ME, pet ME, pet ME, I want purple kool-aide with a hint of strawberry pet ME, pet ME, pet ME, I want purple kool-aide with a hint of strawberry pet ME, pet ME, pet ME, I want purple kool-aide with a hint of strawberry pet ME, pet ME, pet ME, I want purple kool-aide with a hint of strawberry pet ME, pet ME, pet ME, I want purple kool-aide with a hint of strawberry pet ME, pet ME, pet ME, I want purple kool-aide with a hint of strawberry pet ME, pet ME, pet ME, I want purple kool-aide with a hint of strawberry…PET ME!
These were 'Sparky's' thoughts until Clark promptly whacked his butt, "Shoo mutt! " Lex left in shame. Why didn't you pet ME? he thought aimlessly as he wandered. He soon came upon a barn (guess who!), it was warm with lots of hay inside. What made him leap for joy though was the pitcher of purple Kool-Aide, with a hint of strawberry (hint, hint)!
So that night, he slept warm and safe. Happy, and content. Infact this was how it was for several days. He slept in a remote corner of the loft, no one really noticed. And the pitcher was always being refilled! It was five days of complete bliss.
In those five days Lex Luthor was no were to be seen. Clark had visited his mansion every day, searched Metropolis every day, called his cell phone every day, and Lex still didn't answer. Meanwhile strange things were happening at his loft. His Kool-Aide was evaporating almost every day! At night, he swore he could hear something in the loft.
One morning the creature after drinking more Kool-Aide, felt his body begin to shake. Violently, and harshly, his hair was leaving! But no one petted me! He cried to himself. The transformation was completing. Suddenly his body felt ripped silk encasing it, not fur. Where was he?
Clark wanted to get his books from the loft. Afterwards he was going to search for Lex again. Surprise, surprise, there he was on his couch. His clothes were in tatters, and his wrist caked in blood. Again Clark super speed to receive and bandage Lex's arm. Again as Lex fluttered his eyes he said, "what the hell happened?'
"Dude, no one has seen you for six days! You disappeared at the Talon! Man, this has so gotta stop." Clark said as he sat starring into the blue eyes of his friend across from him.
"God, Clark, I DON'T KNOW OKAY?" He held his head in his hands and cursed silently to himself.
Lex ran off.
o-o-o-o
Chloe was talking to Lana. They were planning for a werewolf film festival on Friday. And with the Kool-Aide donations it was sure to be a blast.
Suddenly Lana gasped. Chloe turned her back to the counter. Lex stumbled in to the Talon in his dirty, shredded clothes. "Can I have some KOOL-AIDE, I mean, coffee please?"
Chloe ran up to Lex, "No wait I know what you need."
Lex looked up at her weekly.
(To Be Continued)
(author note: red koolaide equals more rapid change, green equals makes him sick, black equals splits him up, purple is satisfying! get it now? )
