Each guard force member watching the security monitors was on the floor. Clark looked at them and shook his head, "I'm a so terribly sorry, that'll be quite a headache though?"
Snickering he walked out. At first he knocked on the steel door, but once realizing how stupid it was, he walked in. His brother was asleep, or at least he thought it was his brother, he shook his head. I'll find out which it is in a moment.
The man was shirtless and strapped to a table. Clark pulled out a blanket and covered his chest. Leaning closer he noticed the man's tear stained face. Letting out a half smile, he was about to shake the man awake when an automatic voice announced, "It's one am, sir."
Lex stirred and muttered sleepily, "Has it been an hour already?"
Lex blinked. After a pause he screamed, "AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"
Clark put a finger to his lips. "Shh! It's Jason! Do you remember me?"
"Yes, unfortunately, I just had to be sure it was the man who ruined me. Bastard." Lex spat at him and looked away, "Are you going to strike me? Like I could care. You've already hurt me enough."
"What!" Clark waved his hands in front of his face. "nO! I didn't hurt it you!"
He paused, and turned back to the prisoner, "Wait? Are you saying you are my brother?"
Cold and stern, Lex, shuddered, "A brother would love you. A brother would protect you. A brother would not throw his own blood out on the streets alone. A brother would not leave his blood for a different 'brand new family.' You jerk."
A feeling of cold enveloped Clark. It was that horrible sensation where nothing could warm you, it was on the inside. He pleaded, "Please Alexander! I didn't want you out! I wanted a playmate! I wanted a friend! For fifteen years I had no one! I had Lionel ordering and training me! For fifteen years he taught me to enjoy other's pain, to …to…"
Clark sat down on the floor and buried his face in his hands. Lex turned his head and stared. "He taught me to destroy. My brother, or what I remember of him, taught me friendship."
"Thank you for the blanket," the bald man whispered.
An alien, someone completely different, looked at the only man considered his friend. There was a flame, a spark, something that hadn't been there for fifteen years. Clark sniffed. "If I'm right, our birthdays were on the same day? So I'm twenty now, and you are twenty-five? Happy Birthday?"
Clark sheepishly offered the protein bar. Lex ate it as Clark handed it to him, after all Lex couldn't move his arms. In between mouthfuls he said, "Jason? I really need your help getting out. You can find away and …"
"First off, it's Clark. I hate Jason. It's such a warrior's name." Clark smiled.
"Fine, then, Clark, its Lex, just that." Lex smiled too.
"Well, Lex, I'm sorry, I can't free you, and there is a limit on what I can do."
Clark paused and continued at Lex's confused look. "If Lionel knows I disobey, the guard's will use meteor rock weapons. It makes me sick. I don't know why it just does."
There was silence then a buzz interrupted them. "It's two am."
"I better go; can I do something before I go?" Clark stood up.
Lex looked thoughtful, "Well you better take the blanket; you don't him to know you were here. And do you think you could take that jar a have it face a different direction?"
"Sure." Clark did as he was told, and left.
As the door creaked shut, Lex cringed, "Lionel what sickko plot was that? Using, Jason. Oh his act was so convincing!"
After a moment though, "A little too convincing…"
Shrugging he went back to sleep, wishing the alien hadn't been pretending.
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Clark was about to fall asleep, happy that he and Lex were friends when his door was kicked down. The happiness on his face was quickly replaced with an unbearable pain. He curled into fetal position, but it still hurt. Looking up two men form the guard force were in his doorway holding two glowing green batons.
As they proceeded to walk towards him he noticed Lionel behind him. The guard force struck his back 15 times total before retreating. Lionel walked forward and hissed, "One for each yea of your training."
He sat down on the bed next to Clark. With a wave of his hand the men vanished. "You were talking to him."
"…yesss…i…did…" Clark gritted in-between his teeth.
Lionel frowned and leaned forward. "And I told you not to. That was bad Jason."
"…my name is Clark." He said with a much force as he could manage.
"No Jason it isn't. I have speakers every where Jason. I heard what you said. Do you really think he believes you?"
"YES HE DOES."
Lionel cuffed him on the head. "He doesn't Jason. And we're going to use that to our advantage."
"I won't hurt my brother…" Clark sighed, his body had finished healing. He sat up, and contemplating doing something he had never done before.
"He's not part of our family, he is our enemy. Come quick, my plan is falling into place."
Clark stood and looked down at his hands. He thought very carefully.
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The rebellious blonde woke with a start at two am. Chloe gasped. Her throat hurt, every nerve burned, and she felt sick. "What did you eat?" She thought franticly, "Oh god it was the Chinese that Lana brought back after tangling with the guards!"
She rushed up one level, Lana was still on the couch. "Lana!" she screamed, "WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"
The brunette woke up as Chloe fell to the floor. "aww, Chloe, are you enjoying my treat?"
The brunette's eyes glowed a fierce purple light as her hand reached for the concealed walkie-talkie. "Hello? Isabelle over, yes, you idiot! Get me Lionel! Yes this is important! It's a private walkie-talkie just give it to him! Oh thank god…"
"Lana, why?" Chloe wheezed writhing in pain.
"Because I'm not Lana," Isabelle hissed putting Chloe out of her misery.
(A/N Isabelle is a witch/ bitch who is inhabiting Lana's body)
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And in the bottom of the rebillion's fortress a strange machine radiated orange, red, white, blue, green, and an array of colors. It glowed with the glint of hope. If only the right person could get to it at the right time, then it would work.
And it needed to happen soon. Because at that moment the rebellion was about to end.
To be continued…