Furious Angels
            by Nymph Du Pave
 

            CHAPTER FOUR:  Coming to a Realization of the Situation

            At last we meet.

           Lex smirked, somehow knowing he had the upper hand.  Physically he was in preferable shape.  Even though various sources spouted Shawn Kelvin's many accomplishments including football and track, he couldn't be a match for Lex's fencing and Tai Chi.

            Both brains and physical superiority.

           Plus Lex had incentive.  If he took out the teen himself, put the kid in his place, Jonathon, Martha, Whitney and Lana, even his staff… they would all think him a hero- at least a little- and maybe Jonathon would stop trying to kill him with the daggers in his glances and the glass shard of his words.

            It would eventually get back to Clark.

           That thought warmed him.  That and the realization that he could be like his farmboy crush.  I could save people too.  Maybe it would help me in the eyes of this whole stupid town.

           He just had to be careful.  He wasn't sure what Kelvin's motivation for killing was, but it must have been fairly strong.

           "Shawn," he said in greeting, not even bothering to turn around.

           "Lord Luthor knows my name."  There was a laugh that- despite the fact that Lex was older and, yes, a Luthor- sent chills down the older boy's spine.

            Such a pussy!  Stop it!  He Clark's age.

           "To what do I owe this great pleasure?" the teen remarked, sarcasm thick and dripping.

           "You broke my generator."

           "Right."

           "How'd you do it?"

           Shawn ignored his question.  "What I don't understand is why you, Mr. Luthor, even bothered."  His name was hissed with more hatred than even Jonathon managed to convey.  Lex couldn't help but wonder if the Kelvins were yet another family, another name to be added to the hundreds his father had screwed over.  "Don't you have servants to do this sort of thing?"

           He turned around, a remark and veiled insult milliseconds away when the beam from his flashlight hit the football player square in the chest.  The light emancipated the boy from the darkness of the shadows and Lex got a good look at his face, moving his light up to his neck and face then down to the boy's hands just to make sure.  He panicked.

            Why the fuck is he blue?!  Jesus!  And the ice on this face…  This- this isn't possible.  It's got to be…  It's got to be paint or something.

           "Like the new look?" Shawn asked, taking a step forward and gesturing at his face.

           Lex noticed his lips were slightly parted in surprise and he closed them, swallowing audibly.

           "I'll give you that it looks pretty radical," the boy continued nonchalantly, taking another two steps forward.  "-but I prefer my original skin color."

           "Can't see why," Lex said, running through his options.  Should he just attack the boy, call out to Kent senior or what?  The blue tint was really throwing him off kilter.  "Truthfully, flesh colored epidermis is highly overrated."

           There was a moment of silence, then Shawn smirked.  "I broke your generator, Mr. Luthor?"  There was a deep-rooted menace to the quiet tone, so soft that Lex had to strain to even hear it.  "You still want to know how?"

           He cleared his throat, suddenly becoming edgy and very sure that he, in fact, didn't want to know.  "Not really, but thanks for the-"

           "I froze it.  With this."  He held his hand up, palm facing Lex.

            There's nothing in his hand.  What is he talking abou-

           Lex's stomach flipped because, all of a sudden, he got it and, at the same time, had the horrible intuition that the kid wasn't lying.  He really had turned the generator to a hump of frozen useless metal with his five-fingered extremity.

            The handprint.  Shit.

           Shawn started forward, fast.
 
 
 
 

            TBC Tomorrow