Chaos ruled in 2020. Then he took over, right as the world was going to crumble. He brought the chaos, and now he banished it. The populace was so grateful; they turned a blind eye to his faults.
Under his rule there was no war, under his rule there was no building that was not crumbling. Except for his palace, everywhere else was in ruin. As he sat on his throne he thought it's good to be king. His palace was 111 stories high. It shined with glass walls and a perfect dome at the top. Sitting on his velvet chair on the top floor he looked out of the glass at the world around him. It was pathetic and grotesque, he loved it.
Suddenly, with a creak of the elevator, his guard force came in. They probably the only group of people left in the world that were guaranteed a warm meal every night. One would know it was them by their long black pants, and skin tight short-sleeve white tee-shirt. Over their shirt they wore a black vest, and lastly a black baseball style cap. On the hat was the image of a single glowing green gem.
"We found him sir." The first one declared gesturing to the man in shackles in between them.
The prisoner continued to ignore his chains. Rather, he continued to have an animated conversation to his non-existent companion. The shabby coat he wore added to his pathetic appearance. His frail figure was agile after having lived on the streets for most of his life. "Take him to the dungeon," said the King.
Musing, he held his hand up as the guard force turned. "And, take him to the darkest corner and give him a loaf of bread until I'm ready," growled world ruler, King of all, Lionel Luthor.
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Laughing heartily the two guards kicked their prisoner into the cell. It was all dirt and frequently rat infested. A little off balance, the man hobbled over to a corner and calmly sat down. A stale loaf of bread was thrown at his head. Deftly, he caught it, despite the chains on his hands.
The clunk of iron conformed that he was alone with no way out. He broke off a chunk of the bread. "Eat this," he cooed to his companion, "It'll be okay Julian…shh, don't need to be scared…"
Lying down slowly he began to sing as he rolled onto his right side. "Hush little baby don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird…"
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"Jason!" Barked Lionel.
Silently from the shadows slinked out a man of Kryptonain heritage. He stood straight and stood to the right of the armrest. Under his breath he hissed, "I told you I like the name Clark."
Lionel cuffed him on the side of the head. "Hmph. Jason, did you recognize that man?"
"Yes, father, I did."
Lionel sunk into the chair, lacing his fingers together on top of his chest. Sullenly he murmured, "I was looking for you Lex…"
Lionel turned toward Jason. "Oh, why don't you have some fun today? Go destroy some more of Canada."
A slow sinister smile spread on the twenty year old man, "Thank you."
There was a whoosh of wind as he super-speed off.
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The next day Lex was still alone singing and otherwise talking to Julian. Meanwhile in court the dictator's voice screamed, "SLEEZE!"
Sleeze jumped making his long brownish-pink trench-coat fly up a few feet. "Your highness," he slurred, "I told you were he was! What more…"
Roaring the King said in a deep dangerous voice, "Sleeze, where is his lab? YOU PROMISED US BOTH!"
Sleeze trembled looking over his shoulder at the shadows. "Oh great sir!" He pleaded desperately, "Give me time!"
"No" was the icy reply. With a snap of his fingers Jason came from the shadows.
Sleeze opened his mouth to scream. He knew what was coming. It happened to any who disobeyed. Suddenly a burst of wind engulfed him while strong hands lifted him high. Before the first pitch of his scream was even heard he was a mass of broken bones against the glass wall.
"Thanks, for the offer, but we'll just ask the source." Lionel walked out with his cape flowing sinisterly behind him. He paused for a moment and added, "Oh and nice form on that one…Clark?"
Jason, or rather Clark, flashed his white teeth in an attempt at a sincere smile. He flexed his muscles and went to his room.
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Roughly awakened, Lex twitched again at the guard's electric cattle prod. "Lay down," they demanded once more.
After being dragged down the metallic underground hallways Lex looked around the new room. With a sigh, and a zap, he laid down smirking.
He assumed it was a floor up from the dungeons; it looked much like a torture chamber. Taking the moment to rub his chain-less wrists, he also observed the very shiny silver that everything was made of. Even the straps on the ominous table in the center of the room. At the moment he was now lying on said table, and said straps were being attached around his waist, ankles, also his wrists. Flashing a cocky smile he said, "And will the wonderful King be here soon?"
Another prod of electricity in his side. They probably were going to put it on a higher setting if Lionel had not promptly walked in. "Enough," he stated, "I want him conscious."
"Oh, greeeeeeat." Lionel slapped Lex at the insolent remark.
Excusing the guards, Lionel pulled up a chair. He stared a Lex who was now only in his ripped flannel shirt and holey jeans. In a low harsh voiceLionel whispered, "Alexander."
Concealing the shiver that ran down his spine he retorted, "You're not my father and that is not my name."
Amused Lionel arched an eyebrow. "Alexander," he continued, "I've been hearing about your plans to over-through me. Well, you see, that is not allowed. Infact it's illegal. So until tomorrow we'll leave you here alone. Tomorrow we'll talk. And while you're here admire the view."
Lex kept steady eye contact and glared. He spat at Lionel. "Pht," he scowled, "Only Julian knows what you want and he's not telling you…you…you a-hole!"
Lionel let out a loud hearty laugh; it had a sinister ripple around it. "Julian? Julian! Oh, oh, Alexander, you know I think I enjoyed killing that brat."
The prisoner looked at the ceiling, "You told me it was Lillian's fault. But I knew Julian was telling the truth!"
Lionel shook his head. "You should not have believed her Alexander. She was crazy."
With all of his strength, Lex struggled against his bonds to no avail. "UGH! ANOTHER LIE!"
"Unfortunately not," the King said solemnly with a twinkle in his eye, "She was crazy. Crazy enough to die in Bell Reeve."
He stood up and turned toward the door. The hatred seeping from his former son amused him deeply. Mind games were his strength. As his hand turned the doorknob he hissed, "You are pathetic son. It was a good thing I traded you for that alien. At least he knows were his loyalties lie."
Lionellocked the door on a brooding Lex.
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"Adopted?"
Two seconds later and two floors up Clark sat back on his plush silk bed in shock. He had heard and seen what had just occurred thanks to his powers.
"Adopted!" he mouthed again. The word sounded dry in his mouth.
Lionel hadn't said anything about that. Instead it was some story about being him being clumsy. How stupid had he been to think he had fallen in a vat of acid at age five? After all, who survives that?
So this man, Alexander, his supposed enemy, was really his father's son? To him, what he had been told, was that this Alexander was dangerous. No one told him other wise, not his tutors or his …his father. "He's Evil." They had said. "He's bald and hunches over." They had said. "He is your enemy. Destroy him; he works against the good of humanity." His father had said.
Not it seemed this strange bald man knew more than he. And if there was something he wanted to know … about himself, or his his 'father.' Yes, he decided, I will talk to him. To see where I've really come from, he reassured himself.
The intercom growled for him to come. Adopted, he thought once more before shaking his head and speeding off.
Until tomorrow, he thought.
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Until tomorrow, he wondered. To Lex's left were a number of surgical tools. To his right stun guns and tasers. Neither fazed him as much as the lack of amnesia and pain killers. Infact, the only gas tank in the room had a skull warning on it. A shiver ran up his spine as he tried to mentally prepare himself. Until tomorrow, the non-existent Julian reassured.
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Until Tomorrow, to be continued…
None of the characters belong to me. If they did Lex might as well not own a shirt, he would lose so often. LOL! Have fun you guys and be safe!