Dis Pater part 29
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roxyI'm trying to get most of this out before I leave on the Rose Family Vacation. It promises to be a laugh-filled fest of sharing and discovery...so far, I've discovered none of my summer clothes fit me. What do we get when we mix Internet and Ice-cream? We get a big ole fat Roxy, that's what we get. But you didn't tune in here to hear me whine about porkitude. You tuned in for the porn. sadly my friends, no porn...but there is a sprinkling of insanity, will that do for now?
This bit rated 3 for violence.
Lucas drove as fast as he could, but there was no outrunning the storm, it was getting harder and harder to see, rain and wind blown dirt plastered his windshield and he figured he’d have to stop soon. The car rocked in the wind, and he was actually fighting the wheel to stay on the road--or where he hoped the road was.
He pulled to the side of the road and stopped. A ditch…look for a ditch…he put his hand on the car door and suddenly it was pitch black inside the car, he could hear the wind drive mud against the windows, coating them solid, and a roar like the end of the world shook him. The car vibrated, it rocked so hard he waited for it to tip over, there was nothing but him and blackness and noise in the world.
After a moment it slowed and he crawled quickly out of the car, and looked for a low spot—the wind was like a fist in his back, he staggered on the road, debris was flying wildly about and he worried about being struck by something dangerous. Roadside grit stung his face like bees as the wind sent it drilling into his flesh, his hair whipped painfully against his face…he cursed non-stop as he swiped and swiped at his grit filled eyes. He managed to clear them enough to see and looked up the road, looking for some safe place. Should he get back in the car or…in the distance he could see a funnel cloud, boiling in the air and he was certain it was headed for him. He stood paralyzed, watching what had to be the end of his life roaring toward him. Lex. His eyes filled and tears spilled down his face. He was going to die alone. He balled his hands into fists, tight, tight, his eyelids drifted close. Lex
Bright flashes exploded behind his eyelids, and pain filled him for a moment before it all went away, everything but a little voice in the back of his mind calling out for Lex.
*****
Clark ran up the road that Lucas should be on, everything around him a blur as he ran close to his top speed. Objects came hurtling at him, flying through the air and he dodged and weaved, leaping over junk on the road, and as he ran, he searched, all senses tuned to Lucas—where was he?
A figure swayed in the high winds far up the road, and beyond it, eating up the distance, a funnel was bearing down on it. He could see it was Lucas being buffeted by the winds, he could see something fly out of the clouds and strike him, hard enough to knock him down. “Lucas!”
Clark was at his side in seconds, snatching him up—he looked over his shoulder and the twister was a giant black smear on the sky, he ran, he cupped Lucas against him like a baby and ran like never before in his life, so hard that he seemed to be in his own world, debris that had been flying wildly and bouncing off of him suddenly were turning slow ballets in the air, raindrops hung like jewels, and the only sound he heard was Lucas’ heartbeat.
They were in sight of the clinic when he stopped again. He sat abruptly, weak and shaky in the wake of his adrenaline-fueled panic. Lucas groaned and opened his eyes, “what the fuck…Clark.” He sat up. “What happened?”
“Lucas, I –I got a ride—went looking for you. I found you, and—and we got dropped off here, so the doctor’s can take a look at you. You got hit pretty hard.”
Lucas felt along the back of his head and pulled his hand away, it was sticky with semi-coagulated blood. “Thanks, Clark…you should go home, I’ll be fine. I’m going to check myself in and you, you need to go check on your parents.”
Clark grabbed him by the hand and helped him stand. “Are you sure—will you be all right without me? I can stay….”
“No, go home, if I need you, I’ll call,” He was already moving towards the clinic doors, and waved at Clark. Clark stood a moment longer, torn between his need to check on his parents, and his reluctance to leave Lucas alone.
“Please call Lex; let him know where you are, okay? I’ll be back later to check on you!” Clark turned and ran towards home, and Lucas watched him go. He made sure Clark was out of sight before going out into the parking lot.
There were a couple of guys standing in the lot.
“Can anyone help me?” He called out. “I lost my car in the storm and I need a ride home.”
One of the men was an employee of the plant. “No problem, Lucas. You want to get in the truck; I’ll run you by. Storm’s played out now, lucky us.”
Lucas nodded. “Yes, looks that way. Guess we *were* lucky.”Shut the fuck up and get me home
*****
The windows blew out with the sound of a freight train hitting the room—the contents of the study became airborne and the room—twisted, shrieked like a live thing and broke apart. Beams from the ceiling gave way and dropped to the floor—Lex could hear himself screaming in fear and he didn’t care, he heard his dad yelling for him. Dad! Oh my god, Dad!
He could hear himself yelling for his dad but it seemed as if that voice didn’t belong to him, none of this was actually happening to him, it was playing out on a screen in his head and then the screen dimmed and went black….
Silence…pain…Lex looked up groggily at the ceiling. What the fuck happened to him? Why wasn’t he moving? He heard a low continuous moan and licked his lips…it wasn’t him. Who was…Dad? “Dad!”
The moaning stopped.
“Lex. Lex son, help me…”
“I can’t move Dad—something’s pinned me.” He struggled to pull his legs free of the beam trapping them, he panicked until he realized under the trash he was laying in and on—his legs were bound up some how—he felt them, felt pain but not a lot. thank god, I’m stuck on something, not—his mind flashed hideous pictures of mangled flesh through his mind and he shuddered. Lucky now he needed to get out of this mess and help dad…a wet cough brought him completely back to awareness.
He could hear his dad, every breath he took bubbled in his chest, he’d stopped moaning and Lex knew he was saving his strength, fighting to breathe… “Lex, help…”
He twisted and pulled frantically against the junk trapping him, his own breath harsh and loud in the unreal quiet. He could hear the wind outside, creaking and thumping noises coming from the outside but in this room it was as if a bubble enclosed them, anything else he heard had no reality, until--
“LEX!”
Lucas ran into the room and stopped dead—shock freezing him in place. His eyes darted back and forth, his mouth open in a horrified O and his eyes wide. A keening noise came from him, horrible, Lex shuddered, it was such an animal sound of fear and then Lucas saw him buried half under the papers and bits of the room. “Lex, Lex, thank god!” He threw himself towards Lex.
“Help dad, Lucas, save him!”
“No—I need to save you, you’re bleeding!”
Lex looked down at himself in puzzlement. Bleeding? He didn’t feel anything...and the moment he thought it his head began stinging and he realized his face was wet, “It’s nothing, I’m fine but dad...he’s in trouble!”
Lucas looked over at Lionel trapped beneath the beam, breath whistling wetly in his throat. As he looked, Lionel slowly came back to consciousness.
“Lucas, son…help...”
Lucas looked at him and said clearly, “No.” and moved towards Lex. Lex screamed at him, “Help him! I’m fine Help Dad!”
“Help..." he was racked by a fit of coughing and Lex struggled harder to untangle himself, cursing at Lucas.
Lucas walked over to Lionel bent down and spoke quietly to him. “It’s your fault that Lex won’t love me back. He would if it wasn’t for you.”
“What...what…Lucas…”
“You’re the reason. He’d love me if you weren’t there, telling him it’s wrong. It can’t be wrong--we’re meant to be together--the two of us, we’re like puzzle pieces together, we’re giants on this earth, we can own this world, not just your crappy little business. We can have the whole world…if he wants it.” Lucas looked over his shoulder at Lex and Lex was petrified by the look of love and lust and possession that Lucas fixed him with. In his mind he was screaming, outwardly he struggled to look calm.
“Please help him Lucas, please help our father.”
“Why? I don’t remember him helping me when I needed it—in fact he gave me to you to take care of. Guess I shouldn’t complain though, right Dad? Gave me to the one person in the world I need…I should thank you,” he said. “My life has been filled with Lex, how much I need him, want him…”his voice trailed off as he stared down at Lionel, his eyes were cold, and empty.
Lionel grimaced and tried to pull back from Lucas—“You…it was you, not him...”
Lucas reached out and smoothed Lionel's blood wet hair away from his forehead and spoke soothingly.
“Aww, you figured it out. Good for you. Lex is a little balky, but soon he’ll understand, I know it. Just like I know you’re sorry you got in our way, and you want to atone.”
Lucas stood and Lex watched-he felt shocky, hearing Lucas, seeing his face, it was too much, he felt ill, he was about to pass out. Breath hissed in and out of his clenched teeth as he tried to keep awake, aware…Dad...fuck-“Dad!”
“Lex—god, I’m sorry, help…” he broke off in a deep moan of pain.
Lucas grabbed the beam and shifted it, Lionel let out a bark of pain and Lex yelled again. Lucas ignore them both, and said, “I was so overcome at seeing my beloved father in obviously terrible pain, that I raced in and tried to lift the beam he was trapped under. How was I to know that it would make things worse, lead to his death?” He heaved the post up as high as he was able and let it go.
Lex could hear the wet crunch from where he laid, the sound of Lionel dying echoing in his head.
Everything went black, when his vision cleared again, Lucas was standing over him, tears running down his face and a smear of blood across his lips, He sobbed and sank down next to Lex, grabbed his hand and let loose a torrent of tears, and in between sobs tried to explain why it was all for the best, that it was going to be fine, it would be, they’d help each other…Lex closed his eyes and felt hot tears run down his own cheeks. What the hell was he going to do?
Lucas’ soft hot hand touched his cheek, stroking it gently. “I love you. I’m sorry, please, I’m so sorry…”
TBC...dun-dun-duuuuuunnnn...
This bit rated 3 for violence.
Lucas drove as fast as he could, but there was no outrunning the storm, it was getting harder and harder to see, rain and wind blown dirt plastered his windshield and he figured he’d have to stop soon. The car rocked in the wind, and he was actually fighting the wheel to stay on the road--or where he hoped the road was.
He pulled to the side of the road and stopped. A ditch…look for a ditch…he put his hand on the car door and suddenly it was pitch black inside the car, he could hear the wind drive mud against the windows, coating them solid, and a roar like the end of the world shook him. The car vibrated, it rocked so hard he waited for it to tip over, there was nothing but him and blackness and noise in the world.
After a moment it slowed and he crawled quickly out of the car, and looked for a low spot—the wind was like a fist in his back, he staggered on the road, debris was flying wildly about and he worried about being struck by something dangerous. Roadside grit stung his face like bees as the wind sent it drilling into his flesh, his hair whipped painfully against his face…he cursed non-stop as he swiped and swiped at his grit filled eyes. He managed to clear them enough to see and looked up the road, looking for some safe place. Should he get back in the car or…in the distance he could see a funnel cloud, boiling in the air and he was certain it was headed for him. He stood paralyzed, watching what had to be the end of his life roaring toward him. Lex. His eyes filled and tears spilled down his face. He was going to die alone. He balled his hands into fists, tight, tight, his eyelids drifted close. Lex
Bright flashes exploded behind his eyelids, and pain filled him for a moment before it all went away, everything but a little voice in the back of his mind calling out for Lex.
*****
Clark ran up the road that Lucas should be on, everything around him a blur as he ran close to his top speed. Objects came hurtling at him, flying through the air and he dodged and weaved, leaping over junk on the road, and as he ran, he searched, all senses tuned to Lucas—where was he?
A figure swayed in the high winds far up the road, and beyond it, eating up the distance, a funnel was bearing down on it. He could see it was Lucas being buffeted by the winds, he could see something fly out of the clouds and strike him, hard enough to knock him down. “Lucas!”
Clark was at his side in seconds, snatching him up—he looked over his shoulder and the twister was a giant black smear on the sky, he ran, he cupped Lucas against him like a baby and ran like never before in his life, so hard that he seemed to be in his own world, debris that had been flying wildly and bouncing off of him suddenly were turning slow ballets in the air, raindrops hung like jewels, and the only sound he heard was Lucas’ heartbeat.
They were in sight of the clinic when he stopped again. He sat abruptly, weak and shaky in the wake of his adrenaline-fueled panic. Lucas groaned and opened his eyes, “what the fuck…Clark.” He sat up. “What happened?”
“Lucas, I –I got a ride—went looking for you. I found you, and—and we got dropped off here, so the doctor’s can take a look at you. You got hit pretty hard.”
Lucas felt along the back of his head and pulled his hand away, it was sticky with semi-coagulated blood. “Thanks, Clark…you should go home, I’ll be fine. I’m going to check myself in and you, you need to go check on your parents.”
Clark grabbed him by the hand and helped him stand. “Are you sure—will you be all right without me? I can stay….”
“No, go home, if I need you, I’ll call,” He was already moving towards the clinic doors, and waved at Clark. Clark stood a moment longer, torn between his need to check on his parents, and his reluctance to leave Lucas alone.
“Please call Lex; let him know where you are, okay? I’ll be back later to check on you!” Clark turned and ran towards home, and Lucas watched him go. He made sure Clark was out of sight before going out into the parking lot.
There were a couple of guys standing in the lot.
“Can anyone help me?” He called out. “I lost my car in the storm and I need a ride home.”
One of the men was an employee of the plant. “No problem, Lucas. You want to get in the truck; I’ll run you by. Storm’s played out now, lucky us.”
Lucas nodded. “Yes, looks that way. Guess we *were* lucky.”Shut the fuck up and get me home
*****
The windows blew out with the sound of a freight train hitting the room—the contents of the study became airborne and the room—twisted, shrieked like a live thing and broke apart. Beams from the ceiling gave way and dropped to the floor—Lex could hear himself screaming in fear and he didn’t care, he heard his dad yelling for him. Dad! Oh my god, Dad!
He could hear himself yelling for his dad but it seemed as if that voice didn’t belong to him, none of this was actually happening to him, it was playing out on a screen in his head and then the screen dimmed and went black….
Silence…pain…Lex looked up groggily at the ceiling. What the fuck happened to him? Why wasn’t he moving? He heard a low continuous moan and licked his lips…it wasn’t him. Who was…Dad? “Dad!”
The moaning stopped.
“Lex. Lex son, help me…”
“I can’t move Dad—something’s pinned me.” He struggled to pull his legs free of the beam trapping them, he panicked until he realized under the trash he was laying in and on—his legs were bound up some how—he felt them, felt pain but not a lot. thank god, I’m stuck on something, not—his mind flashed hideous pictures of mangled flesh through his mind and he shuddered. Lucky now he needed to get out of this mess and help dad…a wet cough brought him completely back to awareness.
He could hear his dad, every breath he took bubbled in his chest, he’d stopped moaning and Lex knew he was saving his strength, fighting to breathe… “Lex, help…”
He twisted and pulled frantically against the junk trapping him, his own breath harsh and loud in the unreal quiet. He could hear the wind outside, creaking and thumping noises coming from the outside but in this room it was as if a bubble enclosed them, anything else he heard had no reality, until--
“LEX!”
Lucas ran into the room and stopped dead—shock freezing him in place. His eyes darted back and forth, his mouth open in a horrified O and his eyes wide. A keening noise came from him, horrible, Lex shuddered, it was such an animal sound of fear and then Lucas saw him buried half under the papers and bits of the room. “Lex, Lex, thank god!” He threw himself towards Lex.
“Help dad, Lucas, save him!”
“No—I need to save you, you’re bleeding!”
Lex looked down at himself in puzzlement. Bleeding? He didn’t feel anything...and the moment he thought it his head began stinging and he realized his face was wet, “It’s nothing, I’m fine but dad...he’s in trouble!”
Lucas looked over at Lionel trapped beneath the beam, breath whistling wetly in his throat. As he looked, Lionel slowly came back to consciousness.
“Lucas, son…help...”
Lucas looked at him and said clearly, “No.” and moved towards Lex. Lex screamed at him, “Help him! I’m fine Help Dad!”
“Help..." he was racked by a fit of coughing and Lex struggled harder to untangle himself, cursing at Lucas.
Lucas walked over to Lionel bent down and spoke quietly to him. “It’s your fault that Lex won’t love me back. He would if it wasn’t for you.”
“What...what…Lucas…”
“You’re the reason. He’d love me if you weren’t there, telling him it’s wrong. It can’t be wrong--we’re meant to be together--the two of us, we’re like puzzle pieces together, we’re giants on this earth, we can own this world, not just your crappy little business. We can have the whole world…if he wants it.” Lucas looked over his shoulder at Lex and Lex was petrified by the look of love and lust and possession that Lucas fixed him with. In his mind he was screaming, outwardly he struggled to look calm.
“Please help him Lucas, please help our father.”
“Why? I don’t remember him helping me when I needed it—in fact he gave me to you to take care of. Guess I shouldn’t complain though, right Dad? Gave me to the one person in the world I need…I should thank you,” he said. “My life has been filled with Lex, how much I need him, want him…”his voice trailed off as he stared down at Lionel, his eyes were cold, and empty.
Lionel grimaced and tried to pull back from Lucas—“You…it was you, not him...”
Lucas reached out and smoothed Lionel's blood wet hair away from his forehead and spoke soothingly.
“Aww, you figured it out. Good for you. Lex is a little balky, but soon he’ll understand, I know it. Just like I know you’re sorry you got in our way, and you want to atone.”
Lucas stood and Lex watched-he felt shocky, hearing Lucas, seeing his face, it was too much, he felt ill, he was about to pass out. Breath hissed in and out of his clenched teeth as he tried to keep awake, aware…Dad...fuck-“Dad!”
“Lex—god, I’m sorry, help…” he broke off in a deep moan of pain.
Lucas grabbed the beam and shifted it, Lionel let out a bark of pain and Lex yelled again. Lucas ignore them both, and said, “I was so overcome at seeing my beloved father in obviously terrible pain, that I raced in and tried to lift the beam he was trapped under. How was I to know that it would make things worse, lead to his death?” He heaved the post up as high as he was able and let it go.
Lex could hear the wet crunch from where he laid, the sound of Lionel dying echoing in his head.
Everything went black, when his vision cleared again, Lucas was standing over him, tears running down his face and a smear of blood across his lips, He sobbed and sank down next to Lex, grabbed his hand and let loose a torrent of tears, and in between sobs tried to explain why it was all for the best, that it was going to be fine, it would be, they’d help each other…Lex closed his eyes and felt hot tears run down his own cheeks. What the hell was he going to do?
Lucas’ soft hot hand touched his cheek, stroking it gently. “I love you. I’m sorry, please, I’m so sorry…”
TBC...dun-dun-duuuuuunnnn...
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