Eyes of Blue

Eyes of Blue

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Angel, but they are really good television shows. I’m also not making any money here either. The shows are owned by their respectful owners.

Summary: Lex decides to visit Las Angeles for the weekend. He takes his “friend” Clark with him. The two boys get sucked into a supernatural whirlpool that takes them for a twirl. One of the boys becomes possessed and it’s up to the other to try and save him before its too late.

Warning: This story will contain boy on boy action, the use of strong language, detailed and gruesome violence, and enough blasphemy to make every god invented by peopledom to fall out of the sky and die.

Chapter Two

Lex only pretended to leave the castle. He was, in fact, hiding out in his secret place. It was a little room he had had constructed in the far corner of the basement. It was more like a fallout shelter in case there was ever a nuclear threat or a second impending meteor shower.

Well, it wasn’t really a “little” room at all. It was more like a two bedroom and bath apartment, stocked with enough food and drink for two people to survive in for three years. Six if it was just one person, but he had a gun handy in order to tranquilize Clark and drag him in should such an occasion ever present itself. Sure, the two of them would probably have their occasional spat (or fifty), but they would have each other. Plus, it would be up to the two of them to try and repopulate the earth. He had Petri dishes in storage, along with test tubes.

There were tons of movies, books, music, and many magazines with glossy pictures. There was even another room underneath that, which stored plenty of fuel for the generator. Plus, he was well stocked in batteries. One could never have too many batteries. There was even a small room with workout equipment. He had thought of that just for Clark to play with. In fact, he might renovate again. Money can buy such wondrous end of the world luxuries.

His father was due to be on his way out in ten minutes. He actually hoped it would be much sooner than that. The faster his father got gone, the sooner he could take his time in getting ready for Clark.

He sat back in his comfortable chair and closed his eyes. It was all so silent. He quickly opened them. The silence could be a scary presence. The last thing he wanted was to get lost in it. He might never find his way out of all those empty and endless halls of spooky mists.

He sat just like that until the round clock over his bald head read 5:30. Surely to goodness his father would no longer be on the property. He waited another ten minutes just to make absolutely sure that he was all alone in the castle. He made a quick note to himself upon emergence that he needed to get security cameras installed within just because. He had meant to do that before, but he had never gotten the time to get around and command it to be so. Well, he would leave a memo for his memo-taker to get it done.

He silently moved up the steps and stalked through the halls. His father was no longer in the castle. But, he did check all the secret cameras he had hidden in his study just to make sure of that. The last thing he wanted was to turn around and run into him.

“Well, that’s certainly new.”

He froze like a statue, standing all stolen and raped from its native land. He silently cursed in every tongue he had ever bothered to take the time to study.

“When did you find the time to have all that installed, son?”

He pushed the little blue button and the bookcase slid shut with a small click and locking sound. He was going to have to have it all ripped out and moved to another location in the castle.

“Were you looking for me?”

He turned around, composing his face. “I thought you would be gone.”

His father moved his hands in a graceful expression of mild exasperation. “Metropolis is having a nasty bit of foul weather.”

Lex wanted to yell at him to leave anyway.

Lionel shook his head. “I bet it to be nothing more than a drizzle.”

You would, Lex thought.

The castle roof had once fallen on the man’s head when a tornado had blown right through the town. One would think he would have just a little bit more respect for Mother Nature when she threw down her mask of kindness. It could be raining hail the size of watermelons and the man would still hold a conference meeting and fire anyone not brave enough to weather the harsh elements to be there in a seat, listening to him drone on about poor people and how to make them poorer.

“You could call for a car,” Lex told him. “You own more of them than there are stars in the sky.”

Lionel chuckled. “You sound like you really want me out of here, Lex.”

Lex wanted to roll his eyes ever so badly.

“I thought you would be out drinking right now,” Lionel said. “Where have you been all this time?”

Lex wanted to tell him to get the fuck out. He didn’t want him here. What would it take to get him to leave?

“Sleeping,” he lied, walking by him.

“Is that so?”

He didn’t answer.

“Do you want me to leave because Clark is coming over?” He asked.

Lex froze once more. The look in his eyes would have sent Medusa slithering away for her cursed life.

“I want Clark to be comfortable,” he told him, not turning around. There was no point in lying about it now. His father would never let up. “You have this way of making people in a room with you feel anything but.”

“He is afraid of me?”

Lex slowly turned around. “You’re not the easiest person to have a pleasant conversation with, dad.”

“Are we not being pleasant with each other now?”

“You make him nervous,” Lex finally snapped, his patience ever so gone. “You make him feel like he shouldn’t be here.”

Had he just voiced that aloud?

Lionel cocked a brow. “Should he be here, Lex?”

Lex opened his mouth, but suddenly sealed his voice. There was that “gotcha” smirk on the old man’s face. Blood was now in the water and the bastard was circling him. Those circles were slowly getting smaller and smaller.

“He is my friend,” Lex told him firmly. “I will not allow you to intimidate and hurt him.”

Lionel suddenly looked shocked. He put a hand to his chest, acting as if his son’s words had injured him in some terrible way. “Why in the world would I want to intimidate and hurt the young man who brought you out of the wet embrace of death?”

“Because,” Lex yelled, wishing he had hair of his own to pull at. “You find a way to hurt everyone I have ever loved!”

The “L” word echoed and haunted the silent room like a spirit bound in silver chains. The two men just looked at each other. The son glaring venomous poison and the father’s mouth hanging slightly open as if having great difficulty in finding words to speak.

Lex spun away from him. The silent curses he was screaming could have caused lava to flow backwards and away from him.

“Well,” his father finally managed to say, finding his voice once more. “If you feel that strongly about it…it will only serve in bringing you so much pain.”

Lex was silent. So was his mind.

“You loved your mother so much,” he went on. “Look back at all the pain her death caused you because you loved her.”

“What?” Lex asked.

“Love makes you weak,” Lionel answered. “It is a useless emotion and it destroys men. It makes you do stupid and foolish things. Has my life taught you nothing?”

Lex’s lips drew into a thin line. They looked like slashes from a blade.

“If you continue to feel these feelings for Clark,” Lionel pressed on through the blizzard in Lex’s mind. “You will become an empty shell should something ever happen to him. Trouble orbits that boy like the planets do the sun.”

Lex suddenly feared to open his mouth. Was his father looking out for him or was he simply saying all of this because it was entertainment for him? He couldn’t tell.

“Love is dangerous, Lex,” His father moved up behind him. “It will blind you with its pretty face and when you look away for but a moment, it will joyfully tear your guts out.”

Those words hung in the air like a terrible prophecy just waiting to swoop down from the sky and sink razor sharp talons into tender flesh. It caused Lex to shiver and he stiffened when both his father’s hands were suddenly resting on his trembling shoulders.

“Take him with you, son,” his father whispered in his ear, like the wind over an open grave. “Love him until you’re weeping in a puddle of your own heart juices.”

Lex snarled, spun around, and punched him right in the face with all his might.

“SHUT UP!”

Lionel stumbled backwards several steps, holding his jaw. Lex blinked in shock. His father was laughing. He was laughing at him.

“You’re too easy, son,” the old man smiled with a busted lip. “But it is nice to know that being a fairy hasn’t physically weakened you.”

Lex saw red. He stormed across the room, reaching his desk. He opened up the middle drawer and pulled out a small handgun, cocking it.

“Leave,” he ordered, taking a steady aim. “Or I’ll simply blow out your goddamn kneecaps and leave you here to bleed like a pig.”

Lionel laughed again. “Oh, would you really?”

Lex cocked his head to the side. There was a crazy glow in his smoky quartz eyes.

Clark came strolling in just as Lex pulled the trigger for Allah and all her many camels.

~*~

A plane passed over, carrying a vengeful power just waiting to be released from its sealed prison. For millions of years it screamed, seething in stuffy darkness, hissing and clawing for escape. Well, the time told of such a happening was about to…happen.


To Be Continued…