Mansion on the Hill: A Shipper's Alternate Ending to "Cool"

            CHAPTER FIVE - Almost
 

            ___brightness___

            there were stars…
            for an instant i saw him…
            my father…
            he's hitting me…
            yes…
            thank you, dad…
            but…
            will it work…
            please…
            let it work…
            oh, no…
            why can't i hear lana…

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            She heard Whitney moaning from pain, could just make out a light chuckle that had to be coming from Shawn and saw her hand beginning to turn blue.
           Oh, God.  Whitney.
            Her boyfriend was no doubt receiving the worse end of the torture and Lana found herself with very few other choices than the one forming in her mind.  It was going to hurt like hell, but she saw it as her only plan of action.
            She took as deep a breath as her lungs would let her and counted down, quick and quiet.
            5…
            4…
            "Ahhhhh…"
            Shawn.

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            "Ahhhhh…"
            Two heat sources.  This was a new experience.  He grinned and arched his chest up, stretching his arms into a more comfortable receiving position.
            Straddling Whitney gave him premium advantage over the quarterback, but taking the heat from Lana was splitting his powers.  He was getting more from Whitney, but it was taking more strength to steal Lana’s through the doorknob.  The metal was a good transmitter, but he lost some of the power of the heat.  It felt filtered, synthetic.
            It was still heat, though and. therefore, still invigorating.  Having one fear-filled prey was intoxicating enough, but two?  It was incredible; both physically and mentally arousing.  He felt fully inebriated, all senses heightened and yet dulled, everything seeming to float.  He felt as if he was stimulated to the point where could taste their fears, everything in his mind broadening, expanding until he could sense which section of their brain was sending the impulse to be afraid.  He could locate the very essence of the primal urges within himself, following the trail backwards as his own gray matter- the same matter he previously thought dead- flooded his limbs, skin and bones with warmth and meaning.
            He started to tremble.

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            "Ahhhhh…"
            panting, sighing and scared breath…
            fast and shallow…
            so loud, like…
            like it’s magnified…
            what’s going on…
            the sounds…
            they’re gone…

            ___brightness___

            i can see my father…
            he’s above me…
            his mouth is moving but i cannot hear him…

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            3…
            She heard Whitney's whimper and ripped her hand away from the knob, not needing the extra seconds to strengthen her willpower and reserve.  The sound of her lover in pain had reinforced her need to get out of the closet.
            As she had feared, ripping her hand away from the metal it was frozen to hurt horribly, a more intense pain than she had ever physically experienced.  Her eyes welled up and she shut them tight gripping her hand to her chest as she fell to her knees and tried to scream.
            She could only gasp, her lungs empty and sore.

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            Damn it!
            Lana had somehow detached herself from the door, and his orgamsic reaction to his two victims was ripped in half, leaving him feeling a tad hollow.
           It doesn't matter.  You'll feel plenty when fucking Luthor to death.
           He nodded, grinning to himself.  So Lana's heat had been forcably taken from him.  It wasn't as if she were escaping, and, at the same time the action would teach him a lesson.  No more fucking around until he found Luthor.
           Just make this all the faster.
           He placed both hands on Whitney’s face, closed his eyes and began inhaling the other boy’s heat.
            Whitney gasped harsh and deep, violently spasming against the marble flooring.
           …glorious…

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            She could hear Whitney’s gasp and then muffled thuds against the floor.
           Whitney!
            Lana forced herself to stand up, bad ankle and all, and charged the door, hitting it as hard as she could with her right shoulder.  Her eyes shut once again in pain, but only for an instant.  She opened them to check the door.
            It had cracked open just a little.

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            Shawn stopped inhaling and whipped around to see the closet door cracked.
           Fuck…

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            She backed up and tumbled into it a second time, weaker and dizzy.
            It didn’t budge.
           Shit.

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            Shawn grinned.  Nothing to worry about after all.
            "Fuck you, Shawn," Whitney gasped.
            He turned back to the quarterback just in time to see a fist flying through the air.  The hit landed square in the jaw and he laughed.  Tsking at his captain, he caught the boy’s second pathetic attempt at blow.
            “I really hope it’s the cold affecting your strength, Whit, because I swear man, that was pretty lame.”
            Whitney’s heavy eyes fluttered as he tried in vain with no strength to break free of Shawn’s grasp.
            “Let me show you how it’s done, Fordman.”
            He took both of Whitney’s hands in his left, pulled back with his right and punched the boy straight in the nose, not as hard as he could have as he no doubt would have punched straight through the front, middle and back of Whitney’s skull, spraying wet and oozy brain matter…  He hit the boy hard enough to break his perfect little fucking pretty boy nose.
            After all.  He needed the boy alive for his heat.
            The blood spurted up into the air, a tiny crimson fountain, denoting the physical agony and Shawn couldn't help but wonder if he had chipped away a little bit at his captain's ego.
            'Bout damn time.
            Shawn felt the blood hot and wet against his fist and face and just laughed.  His mirth grew as Whitney’s eyes rolled in his head, alive and conscious feeling the pain.
            Pain is such a wonderful thing.

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            I’m coming, Whitney!  Please hold on!  Please!
            She stumbled around towards the broom, grabbing low on the wooden handle with her healthy hand.  Turning back to the door, the shoved the hilt into the crevice at the top corner of the door and pushed down.
            The door creaked and loosened.
           Here goes nothing, she thought and backed up.

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            What have I done?
            Desperation was killing him very, very slowly.
            The unending silence was frustrating and Lex had no idea where to go.  He’d no clue where the two kids had taken off to before and now…  Now…
            Now there were no more noises.  No more screams, no running or slamming or yelling...  Lex couldn't hear a goddamn thing with the exception of his own feet, his own breathing and his sorry excuse for a heart.  Had Lana still been screaming, even out of excrutiating pain, it would have been better.  At least then he would have known the girl was still alive.
            Hot tears sprung up as he checked yet another room, looking for any sign of the kids but, not surprisingly, the room was quiet.  Empty.  Dead.
           Fuck.
            He had failed.
            He closed the door and looked around, knowing there were dozens of rooms in several other hallways to go. The tears began to fall down his cheeks as he slumped pathetically against the closest wall.
           Failed miserably.
            He left two obviously needy kids alone in his study all because of jealousy and stupidity and misplaced anger.  He'd used going to the restroom and finding another flashlight he didn't really need as excuses to not only solidify his hositility but to also rid himself, however temporary, of 'the perfect Miss Lang and her jock boyfriend'.  They, out of teenage hormones, teenage thinking and the understanding teenage need for excitement, took off not fully understanding the danger that the junior Luthor had put them in by ridding himself of most of his security.  Thinking that it was an exciting mansion to run and hide and make out in; killer lose- but not coming close to real, honest-to-God danger because this was Luthor property and Luthors never took chances with their lives and/or fortune- and darkened rooms with no electricity.  They'd only wanted a little excitement, a little bit of fun that they could tell their friends about and remember.  Running around in the Luthor mansion.  Had they been any younger, Lex would not put it past them to have serached for secret passageways.  He ddn't put it past himself even now, at twenty-three.
            Maybe they'd only wanted to be alone, a little privacy for the lustful and romantically inclined.  God knows, he would have done the same given the right chances and... and given the right person.
            But I could take care of myself against anything.  So could Clark.  Oh, Jesus.  Lana's so young.

            He let them die.

            It was his fault they were dead.

            His fault.

            He slapped himself across the face hard, more tears flooding his eyes, flashing white filling his vision.
            He was responsible for the deaths of two teenagers, teenagers that had entrusted him with their lives.  One that had treated him kindly.  Almost as if they were friends.  And to Lana Lang, really, wasn't he?  Wouldn't she have stuck up for him had someone challenged what she knew to be true?
            Absolutely.  Because that was the type of person she was.
           Killed them.  I killed them.
            Two relatively good kids with bright lives and already promising futures.
            Even his father couldn’t claim that kind of responsibility.
            He sobbed and rammed his head cruelly against the stone wall.  Stars flashed, the pain was almost unbearable and he heard a very loud cracking noise.  Putting his hand to the back of his head he felt around for anything abnormal.  It had hurt like a bitch, but he hadn’t felt anything break.
            “What the fuck?” he whispered.

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            Shawn looked at the door with incredulous curiosity, momentarily forgetting about the half-dead football player under him as the sound of wood splitting filled the air.
            “Impressive, Lana,” he murmured.  He stood and posed himself for her break-through.  “Very impressive.”

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            DAMN IT!!
            She backed up and looked at the door, immediately brightening.
            It hadn’t actually broken open yet, but one more heavy ram would do it.
            She backed up, took a deep breath, and charged.

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            Lex was just sticking his head in his hands about to scream from anger and self-hate when he heard the crash.
            He bolted upright, knowing that, somehow, this was Shawn, most likely going after someone else.
            Lex wouldn’t allow another human being to die.
            Not before him.
            He took off in the direction of the sound.

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            “Wha wa ha?”
            Martha’s head spun around towards her little boy in her husband’s arms.
            “Clark?”
            Jonathon looked up to her, red and wet eyes filled with median relief.
            Clark swallowed laboriously and blinked, his eyes clearing.  “What was that?”
            “We duh-don’t k-know,” Jonathon started.  “But L-L-Lana was- was sc-screaming, s-son.”
            Martha watched wearily as Clark forced himself up, her and Jonathon standing up next to him, catching him as he swayed on his feet and grabbed his head with his hands.
            “We have to- to find them.”

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            The broom broke, splintering in several pieces just as the door burst open with a crash, sending Lana sprawling to the floor.
            She looked up just in time to see Shawn moving to her left. She rolled to her right and onto her back hearing a gasp from beneath her and realizing that she and the door had landed on top of Whitney.
            “Shit!” She rolled back towards Shawn, saw his hands reaching down for her and kicked to the side, hoping to land her foot right into his chest.  He jumped forward aiding her kick and lowering the target in her aim.  Her shoe landed severely into his crotch and she felt something crack.
            She coughed in surprise, staring wide-eyed at the blue-faced teen in front of her.
           Tell me that isn’t what I think it is.
            She watched in horror as he reached into his pants, a shocked and disgusted look on his own face.
           Oh, no, no, no.
            She sat up and gagged, suddenly sick to her stomach.
            Shawn pulled out something blue and his face grew angry, rage-filled and looked down at her, his red eyes staring hatefully into hers.

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            Clark heard the scream and looked in the direction of the screams, squinting.
            “Be c-car-”
            He put his hand over his father’s mouth and his mother’s as well just in case.  He squinted, the walls flashed and…
            And…
            Not there…
            Gotta go deeper…
            Nope…
            Deeper…
            Not yet…
            Dee-
            There she is!  Whitney on the floor.
            “Got her!”
            He looked to the right and found Shawn standing, holding something in his hand.
            He shook his head, clearing the headache and returning his sight to normal.
            “Shawn’s with her!  Follow me as fast as you can!”
            He didn’t wait for confirmation but took off down the hallway to his left.

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            Shawn tossed his genitals and penis.  They clicked as they landed on the marble in front of her.
            Lana screamed.

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            Lex heard the scream and stopped but only for a moment.  He sped up his run, moving into the next hallway.
           Lana.  She’s still alive.  And close.
            If he was right, she was in the next hallway.
 
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            Lana breathed in and pushed herself up slowly.  Shawn seemed stunned, staring at the already thawing body parts on the floor.
            She stood to pull the door off of Whitney.  She threw a piece of the doorjamb and through it aside.  As she grabbed a two foot long broken part of the broom shaft- planning on doing the same- she felt an amazingly strong push, one that took her breath completely away, and she suddenly took flight.
            He kicked me!
            She watched herself in a mirror at the end of the hall, hair whiping behind her, face a study in shock, pain and fear as she saw her own body flying towards its reflection.
            Shawn was watching behind her as she got closer and closer and-
            She instinctively gripped the wooden shaft tight- her other hand with nothing to grip, was shoving her long nails into the flesh of her wounded palm- and covered her face just as she slammed into the mirror, glass falling everywhere.  She hit the end-table under the mirror with her back, knocking the breath back into her.  She gasped deeply as the legs of the table gave out, breaking beneath her weight.  The table fell and she was immensely grateful that, when she landed, she stayed on top of the table.  She could have died or been mortally wounded had she landed on any of the glass from the shattered mirror.
            She looked up in time to see a large shard falling towards her face.

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            Little bitch kicked my fucking sex off.  I’m a fucking female now.  A pussy.
            Surprisingly, it hadn’t hurt that much at all.  He guessed it was sort of like docking a puppy.  Dull throb, little sharp pains that don’t last, but there wasn’t really any blood or feeling in the numb appendage.
            I’ve just been fucking neutered.  Fucking whore.
            He watched as she rolled away from the piece of the mirror falling towards her head.  He walked towards her, climbing on top of the door and thereby, on top of Whitney, making his weight as heavy as possible.
            Whitney moaned beneath him.  “lana…”

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            Her back and neck were killing her and she felt a couple shards of glass buried deep within her upper thigh.
           Whitney…
            Something dropped on top of her and she gasped from the cold.  Opening her eyes, she saw Shawn’s grin above and reacted, bringing up the stake of broken broom towards his face.  It sunk deep into his eye socket and she screamed, again in pure disgust and rage, melding with his own scream which sounded more angry than hurt.
           Whitney…
            A picture of her pale blue boyfriend beneath the door flashed in her mind, and she twisted the broom, then it pulled out.
           No blood.
           No, no blood, but the eye was there, stuck on the end with the muscles and single nerve still connected.  She gagged again, sure she was going to throw up.
           Shawn backed up, looking around disbelieving.  "You bitch," he whispered and started forward.
           She scooted back, forcing herself up, and jabbed the stick at him.
           He looked at the eye for a moment, then took off down the hall, turning around the corner.  She didn't think it was the threat of what she could do to him that chased him away, but she wasn't going to stay there and think about it.
            She ran over to Whitney, wincing at the multiple pains in her body and picked up the heavy door with her hands throwing it off of her boyfriend.

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            Clark was lost, so he used his X-ray to find Lana and Whitney.  As the rooms flashed before him he stopped on short of where the two had been earlier.  Lana had apparently pulled Whitney away from the fight but-
            He looked into the hallway, finding nothing.
            Where's Shawn?
            He shook off his vision, amazed to find that the hearing had not returned, but neither had the headaches.
            Maybe he was getting used to the sight and was just breaking in the hearing.
            Not the time to be breaking anything in.

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            Lex pulled out the keys as he reached to next door, then realized that if it had been locked, Whitney and Lana would have never been able to get into that particular area, which designated the beginning of a new wing.
            So one of his employees had failed to follow procedure.
            Because of this Lana and Whitney had gotten into the full service wing of the mansion.
            Fucker.
            He'd kill the bastard.  Forget firing, suing, destroying they guy's life.  That wasn't enough.  Whoever it was didn't deserve a life to destroy.  Proceedure was there for a fucking reason.
            Whoever it was would have his throat brutally ripped out by Luthor hands, soft as a new born babe's ass, but as severe as construction worker's vocabulary.
            He turned the corner into the next hallway and immediately recognized the mess as what must have crashed.
           Where is everyone?
            The door to one of the closets was lying on the floor as were the splintered remains of the doorjamb and a broom and-
His eyes stilled as they landed on flesh-coloreds object just a bit blue.  He looked away, his stomach not holding up well at all.
            Jesus.  That must be what's left of Whitney.
            Lex wondered where all the blood and gore was.  He was glad it wasn't spread out in front of him, displayed and chaotic, but the lack of the necessary debris of violence and murder was… unsettling.
            He looked to the end of the hallway and saw the shattered mirror.  There was a small puddle of blood there and he started forward, thinking he heard a small click.

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            Lana bit her lip, internally screaming at the lock's small noise.  She was sure it wouldn't have been anything, but she'd heard the footsteps right after closing the door.
            She looked to her barely breathing boyfriend, shivering, his teeth chattering.
            I can't protect you like this, Whitney, honey.  God.
            She'd die trying.

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            Lex had almost reached the end of the hall when he saw the stick with the eyeball attached.
            God, Lana.  Is that-
            He shut his eyes, trying to block out the questions about Lana and Whitney and where the rest of their bodies could be found.  About what condition they were in and... and just what he would find.
            There was a crash behind him, down the hallway and back the way he came.
            Shawn?
            Was it the teen attaching someone else?  The crash sounded far away, but it was still-
            Echoing.
            Lex ran towards the noise, vowing revenge for Lana and Whitney.