Furious Angels
            by Nymph Du Pave
 

            CHAPTER TEN:  Liberation

            ---I fear the void no more; the reconcilliation I have earned will be bestowed upon me soon.  Here we'll play out our very last scene and I want so very much to be free.---

           Jesus...

           There was wind whipping around him briefly as Shawn threw Lex, then an explosion of pain when he landed on top of the generator.  The sensation was akin to knifes piercing all along his entire body, sparks of agony traveling in each blades' wake.

           The pain can be liberating...

           Hands were on him within moments and the iciness returned to his throat.  He opened his eyes to stare into Shawn's and, after a moment he realized that, though the breathing was horribly difficult and the anguish from his thickened throat was enough for him to just want to ball up and cry, he could still breathe.

           Why doesn't he just kill me?

           Shawn's hideous grin split as he let out a laugh that sent chills crawling up and down Lex's back.  "You deserve an eternity of this and, worse, Luthor, and so does your fucking father."  Lex caught a whiff of decaying flesh and organs as Shawn leaned closer.  "You wanna know why?"

           Oh, great.  I get an explanation first?

           "You fucking daddy got my mother fired."

           Lex stared at him, unblinking.  "That's it?" he hissed, fire blazing in his throat, scorching a rotten path, but he didn't care.  Of all of the horrible, detestable, truly horrifying things his father had done, this is what he was dying for?  "He fired your mother and you-"

           "After he raped her at an office party."

           Oh…  Well…  That's a bit different.

           He could understand wanting to murder someone for that.

           "She told him she was going to the police.  She had two of her best friends willing to testify to on her behalf!  But when she came back with the cops..."  He shrugged.  "The bitches pretended to be appalled and to have never seen her with Mr. Big.  Your dad paid off the entire party to say that my mother had been drunk off her ass, screaming and making a fool of herself.  He had an alibi for the night, told everyone he was fucking some brunette in his suite upstairs.  When the police asked for the security tapes he explained that he always cut them when having office parties.  Because it was a waste of money, film and time."

           "That's true," Lex croaked.

           "SHUT UP!!  Like I give a FUCK!!  Don't you GET IT?!  No, no, no.  Of course not."  Shawn was shaking with rage now, blood vessels in and around his eyes popping.  "You're a LUTHOR.  See, there was no proof of anything!  Nothing to explain how my mother had been violated by that sick fucker, nothing to prove that she'd only had two glasses of barely spiked punch.  The police never questioned Luthor directly about the rape."  He moved closer and whispered. "They never even checked my mother's blood alcohol content."

           Lex opened his mouth but Shawn shook him, using his grip on Lex's throat to rattle the older boy.  "Your father destroyed my mother's life, her entire reputation!  He's the reason that she committed suicide, you fuck!!"

           Shawn stood pulling Lex up with him and ripping the broken pipe off the generator.  "I can't kill your father; I can't get to him.  No one can."  He grinned and Lex hoped to any angels watching that his own death would be fast and painless.  "But I can kill you Lexy Luthor.  Daddy's boy."  Shawn severed Lex's sweater and undershirt with one clean swipe of the sharpened pipe, pressing the ragged edge of it up against the soft flesh of Lex's abdomen.

           Lex didn't think the angels were listening.

           He looked up at Shawn, wondering what Clark's last thoughts were before he died, when movement from behind the blue face caught his attention.

           As Shawn's grip on his throat was freezing more of his windpipe shut making his world go dim and blurry, but he'd still know that form anywhere.

           Clark.

           He smiled at the warped form.

           I'm going to heaven after all.  You've come to take me away.  Wow.

           "Make your last wish, Luthor."

           I want Clark.

           The ragged steal pipe sliced away at his surface skin when Shawn started to press down, but Lex barely registered the pain.

           "Clark," he croaked and waved just before his lungs collapsed and his world went dark.

           His last truly conscious feeling was bliss.  He'd get to be with his mom and his best friend for the rest of his ethereal existence.
 
 
 
 
 

            TBC Tomorrow
 
 
 
 

Author's Note:  I don't know why, but the truly psychotic, sick and warped side of me was just SSSOOO tempted to make this the end.  Lol!  Wouldn't I suck.  I'd no doubt piss everyone off [even though you finally got Clark, right?] and you guys would never read my stuff, ever again.  LOL!!  I so wanted to do it though...  If I didn't know exactly where I was going with this, I would have ;)