Furious Angels
            by Nymph Du Pave
 

            CHAPTER SIX:  Uh, oh.

            Shawn watched his reaction intensely.  For the second time in Lex's life a death caused his powers of indifference to sway; his emotions becoming more than obvious.

            Shawn's smirk remained in place, solid as Lex's frozen extremity.  "You liked him, didn't you?"

            Lex said nothing.

            Shawn gave him a faux puppy-dog look.  "Was he your bestest buddy?"  His tone was mocking and cruel.  "Was the big old dork your one and only friend?"

            "Fuck you!" he sputtered.  Why was he so damn cold?

            Shawn sneered.  "He was really warm, Lex.  His body heat kept me nice and toasty for quite some time.  Thought he could save Lana I guess."

            He died for her?  The little whore wouldn't know how to appreciate him if I taught her!

            "He was warmer than most, you know, but in the end-"  Lex felt the chill start to move up to his stomach.  "-they're all the same."  The boy's ugly mouth split into a grin that left Lex furious.  "I left his frozen, dead body by Whitney Fordman's truck."

            That was no way for Clark to die.  Clark should never die but, if he had to, it should be as the same time as Lex.  Both 110 years old, in their sleep and each others arms.  Warm under the covers with a last embrace to solidify the bond that kept them together in this plane.

            The only way to go.

            Now he'd missed the opportunity to even explain to Kent how he felt; what Clark did to him with the simplest lazy grin, time and again.

            The tears brimmed up at the image of a frozen, breathless Clark, lying at the foot of a vehicle belonging to the one that blinded Clark's only romantic interest.

            Clark had just been trying to save someone, just been trying to be the hero again.  And he finally paid with his life for that instinctual fortitude.

            Right now, Lex would die to give the boy his life back.  How could scum like him, a rich brat Luthor, still be living and someone as purely original and amazing as Clark be gone?  The Universe was missing a chunk and didn't even notice.  In proportion, a single star had lost its life, had blackened over.  But that star was as important to Lex as the Earth's Sun was to all its inhabitants.

            He was my savior.  I belonged to him.

            As tears began to roll, he heard Shawn's laughter echoing in the wooded area.  His stomach ignited in fury.

            "Wow!!"  Shawn gasped.  "A Luthor shedding tears over another person.  My dad would never believe it."

            Lex removed his arms from underneath with a sudden surge of adrenaline and strength.  He grabbed Shawn's Letterman jacket by the lapels and pulled him close.  "Neither would mine," he hissed and, since he wasn't sure just what would or would not affect Shawn, he brought up his leg into the boy's crotch at the same time he hit the boy in the face with his head.

            He heard the satisfying crunch of Shawn's nose impacting with his forehead, the boy's moan, and then felt a violent shudder.  Apparently Lex had landed an ace with his kick to the crotch and he felt a surge of relief as the boy's grip released completely.  His abdomen was hard and sore as he pushed the heavy kid off of him, the stomach muscles trying valiantly, albeit unsuccessfully, to clench and stretch, expand and contract.

            He stood up, unstable, his vision temporarily blurred from the hard knock to Shawn's skull, and looked down at the writhing blond kid, ice and azure covered.

            "You piece of shit!" he gasped, finding himself suddenly sobbing uncontrollably.  He kicked the downed football player in the side as hard as he could.  "You fucked with someone I love."  He bent down, grabbing Shawn by his jacket and pulled his close to his face.  "You killed the only other person that has ever mattered."

            Shawn opened his eyes as the tears fell from Lex's face.

            "Now," he sniffed and shook the kid in his grasp.  "You, Shawn, are going to learn why smart people don't fuck with Luthors."

            "Why's that fag-bag?" Shawn croaked.

            "Luthor revenge."
 
 
 
 

            TBC Tomorrow