Alienation

Alienation
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or Species.
Summary: Sometimes a Luthor should simply leave things alone. MM, LANG, OC, and XOVER.
Chapter Two

The water was so warm and there was bubbles rising all around him. He was being held in a powerful embrace with soft lips devouring his own like some hungry animal.

His whole body was humming with pleasure as it began to shift and change in those muscular arms. It was growing and becoming more alien feeling to him and yet so welcoming, too.

White flesh began to transform into black like scales with tinges of blue in the aquatic lights. Long tentacles began to flow freely from his head, coiling down his back.

They wrapped themselves around that smooth golden flesh. One particular tentacle slid its way into the man, causing him to buck against him, squeezing him even tighter. The golden man cried out in the underwater silence.

The two of them rolled in the glowing water, attacking each other with sensual bliss. Long black talons dug into golden flesh, but, could not tear it.

Black pools of liquid darkness gazed into those green jewels that were smiling at him with hungry light. He was a prisoner in the emerald gaze.

Something long and hard began to enter his body and he cried out as sensations assaulted him. It felt so intrusive and erotic at the same time. He liked the feel and wanted more of it.

The glistening tentacles were an extension of himself and he wanted to feel more of this alien man’s body. He wanted to explore every inch of him.

The two of them moved in their aquatic environment, grasping at each other as they danced. Bubbles were blinding him, but, he could feel, and that’s all he really needed.

“Touch me!” He mentally screamed, desiring more. “Fill me with yourself!”

The organ within him gave a violent twitch, filling him with its burning warmth. His whole body seemed glow in pleasure as those powerful arms held him. He silently cried out when those lips consumed his own.

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Abel’s eyes snapped open and they were black as the onyx stone. The whites could not even be seen. They were solid darkness.

He was consumed with need for that man. He had to have him. He had to possess him. There would be no denying him.

He had to escape. This man was important.

His body cried out for him. No! The creature within him cried out for him.

“Who are you?” He asked the white darkness all around him in a voice that was deep and filled with lust.

He got to his feet, pacing like the caged animal he was. He wrapped his arms around himself, fighting not to scream out in frustration.

His body was changing again. He could feel it. The animal within was clawing its way out.

He stood before his mirror, watching how his glowing white flesh began to darken. It was amazing at how wondrous he looked.

There was no pain this time. It was as if this was his true skin. This was his true face.

He had to have grown two more feet. He had to be over eight feet tall now.

The voice that came from his mouth was not his voice. It was not even the voice he usually spoke in. It was a series of clicks and musical notes. They were high, low, and something scary.

He put his long black talons to his face, touching it. The skin was still smooth and flawless to the touch. It was just dark and bluish looking now.

“So, this is me?” He asked himself in a series of clicks and a high pitched shriek that rattled the mirror. “Am I still beautiful, Susan?”

The lights suddenly came on overhead and he whirled around in a blur of speed. His tentacles wiggling around like deadly serpents, ready to strike at anything that moved near him.

“Abel?” A soft voice asked over a loudspeaker. “If you are able to understand me, pet, please lift your right hand.”

Solid black orbs looked for the source of the voice, but, he did raise his right hand. He did not want to scare Susan. She was nice. He would never harm her.

His head was starting to hurt. The fear that was radiating all around him was really beginning to hurt him. It was like needles were stabbing at his brain.

He slowly stalked up to the glass, looking down at the men in their white lab coats. Oh, how he wished their thoughts would be silent. They were driving him crazy.

Flashes assaulted his mind and he fell to his knees. There were too many people in the room outside his glass box and they were thinking too hard.

They were all thinking and he could not control whose mind he was slipping into. It was like he was slipping into everyone’s all at once. It was maddening.

A door was opening up and he opened his eyes. They were carrying guns on them and throwing things at the men in white coats. Some kind of ping gas was coming out the metal balls. People were shouting in fear.

What were they doing? Who were these people in the masks? They had guns. He did not like guns.

They made loud noises. Lex’s head told him so. He did not like them. What were they going to do?

“Abel,” Susan’s calm voice cooed to him from above. “Please, you need to calm down. Nobody is going to hurt you, sweetheart.”

He could see the cold metal of the guns flashing in the light and he became really scared.

“Wait!” Susan yelled. “What are you doing? Who are you people?”

An alarm suddenly went off. It was loud and frightening as well.

Animal instinct suddenly took over Abel’s rational mind. The need to survive was too overwhelming.

Tentacles lashed out at lightning speed, cutting through limbs as if they were made of razors. The screams of men filled the glass box, as blood splattered the clear walls. It was red and the smell drove Abel into a killing frenzy.

Gunshots rang out and Abel leaped into the air like a giant spider, tentacles lashing out at his helpless victims. They cut through them, sending body parts flying all over his room.

“No!” Susan’s voice screamed from above. “Abel! What have you fools done?”

He grabbed a man by the throat, talons crushing his neck like plastic. He rammed his fist through the man’s chest and out his back. He tossed the broken body over his head without a thought.

“Abel!” Susan screamed. “What have you fools done?”

“They’ll kill me if I stop!” Abel’s alien voice shrieked with clicks and nasal whines. “I can’t die! I refuse to stop existing!”

He busted through the glass wall, leaping over gagging scientists, pushing them out of his way, running for his life.

“Abel!”

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Clark bolted up out of his bed with a serious problem. His head was hurting and he had a pearly mess in his boxers.

He held his head in his palms, squeezing it with all his might. He had never had a headache before.

It was like something was screaming for him. Something was screaming for help. It was so afraid.

“Clark?” A soft voice asked from the opening door. It was his mother. “Are you all right, sweetheart? I heard you cry out in your sleep.”

He looked up, wincing in pain, making sure that the covers were covering him. “My head really hurts.”

“What?” She asked, walking over to him. “Your head has never hurt before.”

“I know,” he said, looking around. “I don’t see any kryptonite.”

She put a hand on his forehead. He was burning up.

“You have a fever,” she said in worry.

“Huh?” He asked in confusion, suddenly feeling really dizzy.

“Clark?” She asked in concern, seeing how his head was lolling a little this way and that.

“I, uh, wow, the rooms spinning,” he said, falling back against his pillow.

“Jonathan!” Martha yelled, cringing when Clark covered his ears, moaning in pain.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered, not knowing what to do.

“So many images,” he moaned, eyes closed. “He’s so scared.”

“What?” Martha asked, wondering what was keeping his father. “Who?”

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked, running in.

It felt like he was running. There were so many twists and turns. He was jumping, spinning, and dodging everything in sight. He was looking through the eyes of the other.

Clark moved to sit up and rolled out of the bed, hitting the floor face first with a heavy thud.

“Clark!”

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Lex stood in the room, looking at the bloody carnage that littered the floor all around him. His arms were crossed and his lips were tightly pursed. He was doing his best not to pull his own gun and go on a killing spree, too. What in the hell had these fools done?

Not one of the hostile intruders was left alive. They had all been torn to shreds by a frightened alien hybrid that was now on the loose somewhere in the facility, if not loose on the outside right now.

Guards were running around all over the place, weapons in hand, searching every nook and cranny. He had to be found. The world out there was not safe for him and neither was the one in here.

“We have to find him, Lex,” Susan said, walking up to stand beside him. She was sporting a lovely busted lip. “He was so scared. This was not his fault.”

“We will find him,” he said, assuring her. “We have to.”

“The world out there will be frightening to him,” she said, watching as the blood was being mopped up, and random body parts being piled into wheelbarrows. “He will be so scared and will kill innocent people if he feels threatened in any way.”

“How did these people get in?” Lex asked, kicking a detached leg. “How did they even know about this project?”

“Hmm,” an amused voice said from behind him. “I really do wonder, son.”

Lex spun around. “Dad?”

Lionel frowned. “Show some respect for the dead, Lex. Allen was my right hand man and that’s his leg you just kicked.”

“Oh,” Lex said, looking down at it. “How can you tell? Oh, I’m sure the rest of him should be in the pile over there somewhere.”

Lionel folded his arms across his chest. “What have you done, Lex?”

“Me?” Lex asked in outrage. “What he hell have you done? Everything was fucking fine until you did this.”

“I must say my men were rather careless, weren’t they?” He asked, looking rather bored now. “Is the alien still in the facility?”

Gunfire echoed and Susan felt faint when screams of the dying followed soon after.

Lex’s left eye twitched. “Does that answer your question?”

“Abel!” Susan screamed and took off running towards the sound of the death cries.

“Are you coming?” Lex asked. “This is your mess after all.”

Lionel shook his head. “I think I’ll stay here and supervise the cleanup.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.