Deal part 3C
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roxyWhilst we’re waiting for the old Porn-O-Meter to kick in, how about some lovely…um…torture?
Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:
Rating: 3
previous parts of Deal
Screaming.
There was entirely too much screaming in this nightmare.
It was becoming pointless, excessive. The air smelled, the room was too, too bright. This was a seriously screwed nightmare, lacking in decent choreography and the soundtrack left much to be desired. The annoying whir of the bone saw, the clatter of metal utensils against metal tray, the hiss of an air hose and the steady drip, drip of water or something thicker kept him on edge. The screaming needed to stop. He tried to get someone’s attention, tried to get them to close the door on the screams. But it was a damn nightmare, and no one heard him, and no one saw him. He wanted to close his mouth but something kept it open.
This was a screwed nightmare. There was entirely too much screaming in this nightmare.
Screaming.
******
Lex tried to sip up the thin porridge they’d brought him on the mess hall style tray. It was difficult; his mouth hurt so much, his tongue felt stiff. He tried to work his utensils carefully because the sound of his metal spoon hitting the metal tray nearly crushed him under a feeling of horrible fear and dread, he flinched at every tiny click.
Whenever his tongue touched the coppery tasting holes in his gums he shivered and moaned. Something very bad had happened to him….
*****
He couldn’t remember sleeping. He couldn’t remember waking, or bathing, or seeing anyone in…forever. He couldn’t stop touching the little white knots on his gums. Some teeth had erupted and his gums were sore and tender and he couldn’t remember if it was supposed to be like that. He looked down at the watery gray paste congealing in the shallow depression on the tray. The lumpy twist of bright white material wrapped around his hand made it difficult to hold the spoon, he was favoring the hand because…because….
He slammed the spoon down and screamed at the top of his lungs. “What the fuck is going on? What is happening to me?” He threw the tray to the floor and screamed “You can’t do this to me—I’m—I’m…”
The floor tilted at him and the tiled walls rippled. Who the fuck *was* he? He dropped to his knees as a skull splitting spear of pain shattered what thoughts he had. The last clear word he yelled was Clark and he screamed it as loud as he could.
*****
“Is that what you’ve been looking for?” The man in uniform looked over Hartnett’s assistant’s shoulder. He traced a spike on the screen the scientists were watching carefully, making notes. “What is that?”
Hartnett looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure, but I’ve seen it before in other subjects. They produce it in times of great stress. We think it may be a signal that some mutation is taking place. It’s been observed that quick changes can occur with sufficient, ah, prompting. Occasionally, that spike appears and no change is observed. Either nothing happens, or it’s something so subtle that we’re unable to detect it.”
He nodded, and asked. “This break—it’s temporary, you said?” He leaned against the glass, watching Lex curl and uncurl in a corner of the tiled cell. Lex was vocal, angry, arguing with someone, but he left the sound muted. He wasn’t interested in who Alexander was having the passionate argument with. It was amusing to watch him staring so intensely at something only he could see in the opposite corner of the cell. He smiled a little. “How do you plan to fix him?”
“Well…he’s healing physically at an amazingly fast rate now—as you can see his teeth have re-grown, and the digitus quintus also, in…” He coughed lightly and the young man standing next to him quickly said, “Four days, sir.” Hartnett murmured thanks and tilted his head to the man in the uniform. “So, Mr. Hati, what we want to know now is, can the subject--”
“Alexander.”
“Ye-es…Alexander—will *Alexander* be able to heal the damage to his mind. We don’t expect so—it’s not physical, after all, but our patron wants us to explore every possibility.”
“I’m well aware of the Patron’s desires and expectations. Thank you.” He tapped on the glass and Lex’s head whirled towards the sound. He looked confused and angry, not being able to find the source. He staggered to his feet and shouted at his reflection, the only thing he could see in the glass. He gestured wildly, and Mr. Hati read his lips.
Fuck you Lionel, fuck you.
“What remarkable progress—he already knows who he is. Alexander, you are incredible…” Mr. Hati’s hand caressed the glass, and ignoring Hartnett and his man, he leaned against it, fingers drifting over it as if they were on Lex instead of glass.
******
“Clark, your father can’t be an organic farmer and use the seed he does. It’s counterproductive for an organic farm, doesn’t produce fertile crops—you know, there are a variety of heirloom seed he could plant and he’d see a better, more flavorful product—more sales. He’d be doing a real service to others, too. You know my dream is to eradicate world hunger in my life time--with enough men like your father, I believe it’s possible.”
Really, Lex? World hunger? That’s kind of a big job for one man, isn’t it? I mean, even with Dad helping…He grinned and Lex laughed softly.
“Okay, okay, I know that sounds kind of—ego-maniacal. But it’s true, and I think it can be done. Dedication to the ideal and not the profit, that’s what it’ll take. Naturally, I’ll need to make money like crazy elsewhere,” he said, dryly.
Clark snickered at that, and stretched out on the bed. I know you can do it, Lex. No one’s smarter than you. Heck, between the two of us, we might even be able to convince Dad.
“Your faith in me is touching, Clark.” He laid his head on Clark’s chest and chuckled, and Clark wrapped his hands around his head. He gently smoothed his palms up and down over his scalp, warming it. “Mmmm, that’s nice, nice and warm.” Lex sighed and snuggled closer. “I’m always cold any more. I’m going to have to have the heating system checked out. I’m sure it must be as ancient as this castle.”
They curled around each other, moved lazily against each other, touching, kissing, stroking, slowly exploring, in no hurry…they had all day, all night to spend together. Lex inhaled the scent of Clark, spicy, a little hint of sweat and salt, a faint smell of sun-warmed grass…his mouth held a touch of sweet and spice. It was wonderful, and they had all the time in the world….
There was a loud, sharp rap on the door, and the oak sounded like…metal, and Clark melted away, and Lex was rolled around a pillow by himself, in a place that for a moment he didn’t recognize. He almost felt like crying when memory came flooding back.
No matter how hard he tried—he *always* came back, always back to reality. Not being able to go insane was…driving him insane. He laughed and hoped like hell it wasn’t Mr. Hati at the door.
continued in 3D
Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:
Rating: 3
previous parts of Deal
Screaming.
There was entirely too much screaming in this nightmare.
It was becoming pointless, excessive. The air smelled, the room was too, too bright. This was a seriously screwed nightmare, lacking in decent choreography and the soundtrack left much to be desired. The annoying whir of the bone saw, the clatter of metal utensils against metal tray, the hiss of an air hose and the steady drip, drip of water or something thicker kept him on edge. The screaming needed to stop. He tried to get someone’s attention, tried to get them to close the door on the screams. But it was a damn nightmare, and no one heard him, and no one saw him. He wanted to close his mouth but something kept it open.
This was a screwed nightmare. There was entirely too much screaming in this nightmare.
Screaming.
******
Lex tried to sip up the thin porridge they’d brought him on the mess hall style tray. It was difficult; his mouth hurt so much, his tongue felt stiff. He tried to work his utensils carefully because the sound of his metal spoon hitting the metal tray nearly crushed him under a feeling of horrible fear and dread, he flinched at every tiny click.
Whenever his tongue touched the coppery tasting holes in his gums he shivered and moaned. Something very bad had happened to him….
*****
He couldn’t remember sleeping. He couldn’t remember waking, or bathing, or seeing anyone in…forever. He couldn’t stop touching the little white knots on his gums. Some teeth had erupted and his gums were sore and tender and he couldn’t remember if it was supposed to be like that. He looked down at the watery gray paste congealing in the shallow depression on the tray. The lumpy twist of bright white material wrapped around his hand made it difficult to hold the spoon, he was favoring the hand because…because….
He slammed the spoon down and screamed at the top of his lungs. “What the fuck is going on? What is happening to me?” He threw the tray to the floor and screamed “You can’t do this to me—I’m—I’m…”
The floor tilted at him and the tiled walls rippled. Who the fuck *was* he? He dropped to his knees as a skull splitting spear of pain shattered what thoughts he had. The last clear word he yelled was Clark and he screamed it as loud as he could.
*****
“Is that what you’ve been looking for?” The man in uniform looked over Hartnett’s assistant’s shoulder. He traced a spike on the screen the scientists were watching carefully, making notes. “What is that?”
Hartnett looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure, but I’ve seen it before in other subjects. They produce it in times of great stress. We think it may be a signal that some mutation is taking place. It’s been observed that quick changes can occur with sufficient, ah, prompting. Occasionally, that spike appears and no change is observed. Either nothing happens, or it’s something so subtle that we’re unable to detect it.”
He nodded, and asked. “This break—it’s temporary, you said?” He leaned against the glass, watching Lex curl and uncurl in a corner of the tiled cell. Lex was vocal, angry, arguing with someone, but he left the sound muted. He wasn’t interested in who Alexander was having the passionate argument with. It was amusing to watch him staring so intensely at something only he could see in the opposite corner of the cell. He smiled a little. “How do you plan to fix him?”
“Well…he’s healing physically at an amazingly fast rate now—as you can see his teeth have re-grown, and the digitus quintus also, in…” He coughed lightly and the young man standing next to him quickly said, “Four days, sir.” Hartnett murmured thanks and tilted his head to the man in the uniform. “So, Mr. Hati, what we want to know now is, can the subject--”
“Alexander.”
“Ye-es…Alexander—will *Alexander* be able to heal the damage to his mind. We don’t expect so—it’s not physical, after all, but our patron wants us to explore every possibility.”
“I’m well aware of the Patron’s desires and expectations. Thank you.” He tapped on the glass and Lex’s head whirled towards the sound. He looked confused and angry, not being able to find the source. He staggered to his feet and shouted at his reflection, the only thing he could see in the glass. He gestured wildly, and Mr. Hati read his lips.
Fuck you Lionel, fuck you.
“What remarkable progress—he already knows who he is. Alexander, you are incredible…” Mr. Hati’s hand caressed the glass, and ignoring Hartnett and his man, he leaned against it, fingers drifting over it as if they were on Lex instead of glass.
******
“Clark, your father can’t be an organic farmer and use the seed he does. It’s counterproductive for an organic farm, doesn’t produce fertile crops—you know, there are a variety of heirloom seed he could plant and he’d see a better, more flavorful product—more sales. He’d be doing a real service to others, too. You know my dream is to eradicate world hunger in my life time--with enough men like your father, I believe it’s possible.”
Really, Lex? World hunger? That’s kind of a big job for one man, isn’t it? I mean, even with Dad helping…He grinned and Lex laughed softly.
“Okay, okay, I know that sounds kind of—ego-maniacal. But it’s true, and I think it can be done. Dedication to the ideal and not the profit, that’s what it’ll take. Naturally, I’ll need to make money like crazy elsewhere,” he said, dryly.
Clark snickered at that, and stretched out on the bed. I know you can do it, Lex. No one’s smarter than you. Heck, between the two of us, we might even be able to convince Dad.
“Your faith in me is touching, Clark.” He laid his head on Clark’s chest and chuckled, and Clark wrapped his hands around his head. He gently smoothed his palms up and down over his scalp, warming it. “Mmmm, that’s nice, nice and warm.” Lex sighed and snuggled closer. “I’m always cold any more. I’m going to have to have the heating system checked out. I’m sure it must be as ancient as this castle.”
They curled around each other, moved lazily against each other, touching, kissing, stroking, slowly exploring, in no hurry…they had all day, all night to spend together. Lex inhaled the scent of Clark, spicy, a little hint of sweat and salt, a faint smell of sun-warmed grass…his mouth held a touch of sweet and spice. It was wonderful, and they had all the time in the world….
There was a loud, sharp rap on the door, and the oak sounded like…metal, and Clark melted away, and Lex was rolled around a pillow by himself, in a place that for a moment he didn’t recognize. He almost felt like crying when memory came flooding back.
No matter how hard he tried—he *always* came back, always back to reality. Not being able to go insane was…driving him insane. He laughed and hoped like hell it wasn’t Mr. Hati at the door.
continued in 3D
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8/25/06 06:35 pm (UTC)Whenever his tongue touched the coppery tasting holes in his gums he shivered and moaned. Something very bad had happened to him...
You do what you do like no other has ever done it!
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8/26/06 02:38 am (UTC)Ooookay! *GRIN*