Furious Angels
            by Nymph Du Pave
 

            CHAPTER FIVE:  Sometimes the Truth Hurts

            Shawn rushed Lex at the same time that he brought the light up, shining it in the boy's frozen face and moving to the side.  Shawn, momentarily dazed from the brightness of the light, ran into the generator, breaking a thick metal pipe with his side.

            Lex watched the boy's face.  No reaction whatsoever.  Not even a wince.

            Okay, so Clark's not the single abnormally strong human being around here.

            Maybe trying to subdue the teen was not in his best interests.  Lex thought about how he'd fare physically against Clark and nixed the idea of fighting with Shawn.  Even if there was the possibility of Shawn being half as strong as the farmboy, Lex didn't want to chance it.

            Especially with that whole freezing thing.  Why the fuck didn't the news say anything about that?

            He chucked the flashlight at Shawn, hard.  He waited only to see if it hit it's mark- the boy's head- and when it did, he turned and fled, scrambling up the mini cliff.

            "Ow!  Fuck!!  That hurt you inbred son of a bitch!"

            Inbred?!  "Fuck you!" he called down, not stopping his ascent.  He could hear Shawn starting up after him.

            Almost to the top, he lost footing on a familiar puddle, his smooth soled shoes giving out beneath him.

            Shit!

            Lex slipped back down, grasping desperately at twigs and little exposed roots, all breaking underneath his fingers.  Feeling rough hands on his sides a moment before they flipped him onto his back, he tried to struggle, a point that was made moot the instant his spine connected with a large, sharp rock.  He shut his eyes tight, seeing stars beneath the lids, and grunted.  Lex refused to cry out.

            "You're really warm there, Luthor."

            He opened his eyes just as he felt a hand clench around his neck.  Shawn's hateful eyes were on fire staring at him with contrast to the deep cobalt of his skin.

            "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this."  The boy shook his head, an amused smile crossing his lips.  "Oh, yeah.  Payback time, daddy's boy."

            Thanks Lionel, he thought grimly and winced as he felt Sean's grip tighten.  His neck was getting cold.

            Shawn leaned in sending polar breath into Lex's eyes, making them sting and water.  "I'm gonna take this one slow, no matter how much I need it."

            Shawn's hand tightened again and Lex felt his legs start to get chilly.

            "I can take heat from anywhere on the body, Lex."

            The chill left his legs to proceed to the next body part: his crotch.

            "Anywhere."

            Lex gasped as he felt his penis starting freeze, becoming hard,stiff but not in the pleasant way that had become so frequent as of late.

            "I've personally always wanted to die with a hard on.  Looks like you get to achieve my dream."

            Lex understood this was it, this was the end of his life unless…  Unless he got rid of his pride.

            No fucking problemo.

            "J-J-J" he started but realized that 'Jonathon' was going to be too hard to say.

            "What?" Shawn asked.

            So was John.

            It's the 'J'.  The cold and the hand restricting my goddamn throat and the 'J'.

            "Want to beg, maybe?"  Shawn nodded.  "Wow.  I never would have-"

            The instant Shawn's hand loosened, Lex took his chance.

            "KENT!!"  He croaked loudly but, to his dismay, it would not be loud enough to be heard at the front gate.  Shawn reapplied his hand's fierce grip and Lex started to struggle, bucking up against the heavy body pinning him down and finally allowing the panic inside to reign supreme.

            "Kent?"  Shawn laughed.  "You've got to be kidding me.  Here you are, dying, and you call for Clark?  That dork's your best weapon?"  Shawn laughed again and Lex ignored him.  "Well, you don't have even him as a last hope now, do you?  I killed him 'bout thirty minutes ago."

            Lex's body stilled.

            Clark.

            Clark can't-  He can't be killed.  He can't die.  I hit him, I know I fucking hit him.  You can't survive a run-in with a Porsche going 60 and just die from some random kid's hand.  He's still alive.  Shawn couldn't do an inch of damage to Clark's body.

            "Cat got your-"

            "You're lying, you filth," he growled.  "You didn't kill anyone."

            "Oh, didn't I?"  The smirk grew wider and his silence started to frighten Lex, but that wasn't the worst part.

            The worst part was in Shawn's eyes.

            Lex knew liars, was in the business of liars, and Shawn would not be able to hold his own if he was lying.

            He wasn't, thought.  The kid was telling the truth.

            Oh, Jesus.  Clark's dead.
 
 
 
 

            TBC Tomorrow