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Omg, omg, I did it. I finished part two. xD This whole action stuff was a pain in the butt. I hope y'all are excited for part three! I'll probably be starting that tomorrow afternoon, but who knows? I might give myself a day off to plan, lol.
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Chapter Nineteen.
The first thing Lex noticed when he woke up was that he was no longer hanging.
Instead, he was on the floor of a completely different room, a thin and scratchy blanket also covered his body.
What was going on? Why wasn't he hanging? Weren't they torturing him?
Suddenly, Alistair's words came back to him.
"Just tell us where the boy is and we'll stop."
Lex's stomach twisted violently, then he rolled over and expelled the few contents of his stomach onto the floor.
Drugs. They had drugged him. And when they had drugged him, he hadn't been able to keep his mouth shut.
"You bastard!" He shouted. They had his son. They had his son and they were torturing him. "Alistair, you son of a bitch!"
"Give me my son back!" He yelled as he stumbled forward and banged on the door. "If you lay a finger on him!"
Soon though, the shouts and threats quieted into sobs. Lex couldn't help but think about Clark. He would be so scared, he would be in pain… It was all Lex's fault. He had promised him that he wouldn't end up back in a lab.
"Please…" He begged, though his voice was barely above a whisper as the world went black around him. "Give him back…"
The next time Lex woke up, he woke up to rough hands grabbing him by the arms and pulling him to his feet.
He yelped in pain at the rough movement and pressure on his arms. It burned into his hands and down his sides.
"What's going on?" Lex managed to ask as he looked around at the huge men who had grabbed him.
"Mr. Wylie told us to come get you," one of the men explained. "Something about the brat not cooperating."
Lex's stomach lurched at the word brat. Alistair had gotten his hands on Clark. Not only that, but he was experimenting on him again, or at least trying to.
Lex tried to walk, but the men dragged him. His arms protested the whole way there, but finally, they were stopped in front of a huge metal door.
One of the men stepped forward and opened it, and the other dragged Lex in.
"Daddy!"
Lex's head shot up, and his heart leapt into his throat. "Clark!" He shouted. He tried to pull away from the man who was still holding onto his arm, but the grip was too tight.
"Alexander, tell 33.1 to do as he's told before he gets hurt," Alistair said as he grabbed Clark's tiny arm.
Lex inhaled deeply. If he didn't, who knew what would happen, but if he did… Who knew what Alistair was about to do to Clark?
He decided to play it safe. "Listen to Alistair, bubba," he said, though it took every ounce of his strength.
Clark's eyes widened and Lex didn't miss the look of shock and hurt that crossed his face. It dug deeply and painfully into Lex's stomach, just like Alistair's knife had.
"You heard your father, brat," Alistair said as he grabbed Clark's chin and jerked Clark's head up and to the side so that they were making eye contact. "You obey me."
Lex watched as Alistair reached over to the table beside him and grabbed a small box off of it. He looked over at Lex for the briefest of moments, then opened the box.
The effect it had was instant. Clark's breathing suddenly grew heavy and labored as the box began to glow green.
"Stop!" Lex shouted as Clark began to cry in pain. "You're hurting him!"
Alistair grabbed Clark's hand and shoved a needle into the vein. Clark screamed and tried to pull away, but Alistair held him still.
"Stop it, you bastard!" Lex shouted again over the sounds of his son's screams. He knew it wouldn't work. He knew that Alistair would never quit. Alistair would use Clark for his own plans until there wasn't anything left. Alistair would kill Clark before he was done.
"Daddy!" Clark sobbed, only to be met with a rough hand crashing into his face.
"Hey!" Lex yelled in protest. No one hit his son.
Alistair grabbed Clark's chin again and yanked so they were making eye contact. This time, Lex watched as Clark flinched in pain. That stupid meteor rock…
"Listen here, brat," Alistair warned. "If you don't behave, you will never see your Daddy again."
Lex's heart thudded in his ears as he looked around the room. He had to get them out of here. There had to be some way to stop Alistair before he hurt either of them any worse than he had.
Suddenly, his eyes landed on the guard who was holding him in place. More specifically, the gun he had attached to his belt.
He only had one shot at this. Who knew what would happen if he failed.
As quickly as he could, Lex pulled himself out of the guard's grasp, then kicked him in the groin.
The guard tried to fight back, but Lex had the higher ground. Everything hurt, but Lex still had the higher ground.
He grabbed the gun from the guard and banged the butt of it into the back of his head.
Lex turned around, the gun aimed at Alistair, and his heart stopped.
Alistair held Clark in his arms, a gun pressed to his temple.
"Be careful, Alexander," Alistair warned as he pressed the gun a little further into Clark's temple.
Clark whimpered and looked at Lex. His big eyes that Lex had missed so much were begging for someone to save him.
Lex looked at the gun in his hands, then back up at Alistair. Had all of this been for nothing? The meteor rock was still affecting Clark, if Alistair shot…
But if Lex shot… This could all be over. He would never have to worry about Alistair coming after Clark again.
But Clark was still in the crossfire. Lex was willing to bet his own life, but was he willing to bet Clark's?
Lex looked back to Clark and tried to take in every little bit of his perfect little self. His fluffy hair that Lex was definitely jealous of, his blue eyes that glowed with a galaxy of stars in them, his larger than life personality…
"What's your choice, Alexander?" Alistair asked. "Are you really willing to risk your son's life?"
Lex stayed quiet for a moment longer, then the sound of a gunshot filled the room.
Lex watched as Alistair's body fell to the ground and Clark fell to the ground beside him.
There had only been one bullet, but the meteor rock was still glowing brightly in the box on the desk. If they didn't leave soon, Clark would die from exposure.
Lex dropped the gun he had been holding and scooped Clark up into his arms. The movement made all of Lex's muscles scream at him, but he didn't care. He never wanted to let go of his son ever again.
Suddenly, the presence of a dead body dawned on Lex. Clark didn't need to see that. He had been traumatized enough.
"Hey, let's play a game, bubba," he said as he tried not to look at Alistair's body. He didn't want Clark to see it. He didn't need to see it. "Let's see how long we can keep our eyes closed for. Daddy's gonna count to ten and we're gonna keep them closed the whole time, okay?"
Clark held on tightly to Lex, then nodded and squeezed his eyes shut
"One," Lex began to count and stepped away from the body.
"Two." Lex grabbed the single vial of blood Alistair had gotten from Clark. He would deal with this later.
"Three." Lex smiled as best as he could as his baby boy curled closer to him.
"Four." He was never letting Clark go.
"Five." Lex stepped over the unconscious body of the guard.
"Six." They were out of the room.
"Seven." Lex noticed that Clark's breathing was evening out and he didn't seem to be in as much pain.
"Eight." Lex had killed somebody. He had killed somebody.
"Nine." They were out of the building.
"Ten." They were safe.
Lex could feel himself nodding off to sleep and he was pretty sure he had torture to blame for that.
He looked down at the child, sleeping in his arms. Lex didn't care about how much his arms hurt, how much his stomach hurt from the stab wound, how he could hardly keep his eyes open from how exhausted he was.
For Clark? All of the pain was worth it.
He looked at his watch, then sighed. It was getting late. Way later than he had thought.
He stood and regretted it almost instantly. At the movement, his entire body screamed. The places that had ached now stabbed, the spots that had stung, now burned.
Lex walked to his bedroom and slipped off his shoes. He didn't bother changing out of the torn up suit he had been in. As soon as the shoes were off, he stumbled to bed.
He looked down at Clark, then tucked him in. After a moment though, he pulled him to his chest. It might have been a few inches, but it was still too far away.
Then he began to hum. It was soft, a song he hadn't sung in years. The last time he had heard it, a nanny was singing it to Julian. The last time he had sung it, he had sung it to a towel that he had thought was his brother.
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird," he sang, though his voice was hoarse and raspy from everything that had happened during the past couple days.
A few minutes later, and Lex could hardly keep his eyes open. The song faltered and then stopped all together.
Then Lex fell asleep. His arms were wrapped tight around Clark, and Clark was curled up close to Lex.
They were safe, but more importantly, they were together again.
So! There we go! The end of part two! Alistair is dead, Clark and Lex have been reunited, and there is still so much story left. Please follow, fave, and review! I would love to know what you thought!
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