Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 1
When you got to Smallville, the first thing people seemed to warn you about was anyone with Luthor as their last name. For a while you thought it was a bluff. The Luthors as you learned were just rich. So you could understand why people would feel threatened.
The problem was the topic kept coming up. To the point that you decided to take the advice. You’d just gotten a substitute position at Smallville High. While your end goal was to teach at a high ranking university, you were determined to avoid anything that could compromise your dream.
That’s why it was unclear how you still managed to be trapped in a corporate building with a Luthor.
The lights were flickering and cops were surrounding the building due to the two criminals that were currently carrying guns searching for the valuables. They’d planned a hit on Luthor Corps' many facilities. In this case they hadn’t accounted for every variable. Now you were trapped in a closet hiding, pressed against a certain millionaire.
“If you keep yelling this won’t be a very good ending for either of us.” He hissed.
Initially you’d just come in to visit a friend and ended up on the wrong floor.
“The police have the place surrounded. We should be safe soon, so just bear with it.”
You huffed, agitated. Lex had instinctively grabbed you and pulled you in here. You’d like to think he was actually worried for your wellbeing, but maybe it was just for his own safety. Ultimately you could lead those psychos back to him.
“Clark was right, you’re a freaking magnet for trouble.”
The mention of that name seemed to gain a reaction.
“I’m not surprised that Clark Kent has little faith in me.”
“Trust me he’s no saint.”
You shifted as best you could, glaring at him. His gaze fixed on you with the same type of defiance.
“You don’t even know me, why the hell do you hate me so much?”
“I just dislike people that take advantage of others.”
He didn’t truly have a comeback, because he couldn’t wholeheartedly say that he didn’t have a hand in manipulating people. His expression showed hesitance and regret. It caught you a little off guard.
“You really think anyone would enjoy doing that, being that way..”
His words fell off. The vulnerability he revealed was so far from what you would expect. You couldn’t really retaliate. Because at that moment, you almost felt sorry. Both for your spiteful words and mistrust when you truly didn’t even know him.
The yell from the otherside startled you.
Lex’s jaw set, and he pressed his hand to the wall.
This wasn’t looking very good. Your heart was hammering, and the fact that the both of you were so close must have alerted him how scared you truly were. His expression conveyed a protectiveness that you didn’t expect.
“I won’t let you die here, I promise.”
It was whispered, and for a second you were confused on how he intended to stop these guys before the police decided it was the right time to move. He spun you around the best he could in the small space, reaching for the knob as he jumped out the door slamming it in your face.
You were terrified. He must have lost his mind. You knew you should have done something, but you were frozen in fear. Because you’d heard the gunshots when they first breached the building. These guys had automatic weapons. How exactly was he planning to stop bullets?
“I’m here, okay. I’m here. We can walk out of here right now and I’ll take you to get something that could set you up for life.”
Your assailant laughed, and you heard the door open.
“You hear that James, he wants to help us get rich.” The first said.
“It doesn’t sound so bad.” His partner replied.
“If we leave now we can get out before the cops come. No one has to die.”
Neither of you were aware how many hostages they had. It sounded like Lex was trying to keep the casualties to a minimum by giving himself up.
You swallow. It was risky to trust these men. It was almost guaranteed that after they got what they wanted, Lex’s life was in their hands.
“This isn’t your problem. You don’t even know the guy. Who cares if he gets taken by some potentially psychotic killers.”
Your inner pep talk wasn’t helping.
Why the hell did you have to be an empath?
Clenching your eyes shut, you grab the knob, pushing your way out of the closet. You stumbled out and the second the two men saw you, they raised their guns. Lex looked startled, maybe a bit pissed.
You raised your hands on instinct. It must have been comical how much your body was shaking right now.
“What do we have here, a little mouse? “ The taller man snickered.
“N-Not a mouse, just an empath.” You stated.
You could see the confusion on their faces as they laughed. You just closed your eyes, tilting your wrists. Lex stared at the blue mist that seemed to be seeping from your hands.
They didn’t have a chance to pull their triggers.
A similar blue glow reflected off their irises.
The guns dropped from their hands and they both ran off screaming as if they’d seen a ghost. The yells must have alerted the police, because you heard the floor getting breached.
“EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR NOW!!”
The yells echoed and you dropped to the floor. Lex followed, dropping at your side. You both were faces down as the cops began to swarm the floor. Although your head was lowered, you could feel Lex’s eyes.
The turnout was much better.
Three people had gotten injured, but luckily they were set to make a full recovery. No one had died. The second you were free of the probing questions and mandatory check from the paramedics, you could see the swarm of people behind the police tape. One of which was Clark. The second he caught sight of you he rushed to your side, hugging you happily.
“Easy Clark, wouldn’t want to open up a stitch.”
He pulled back immediately.
You shake your head with a smile, lifting your hands.
“Completely untouched. Just messing with you.”
He didn’t look impressed, but he was still smiling.
Out of your peripheral you caught sight of Lex. Your head turned the very moment that he looked in your direction. The intensity of his stare was almost too much. It’s like he was trying to solve a mystery. Yet, at the same time he looked almost…relieved.
Clark wasn’t oblivious to the exchange. His eyes moved in Lex’s direction, and almost immediately Lex’s expression changed. Now he seemed indifferent. You gripped at Clark’s arm, and he broke eye contact, looking down at you.
You could practically see the wheels turning in Clark’s head and his body immediately change to a protective stance. As terrified as you were of dying, you were equally as scared of what this meant. Because with Lex now knowing your secret, your future in Smallville was a bit undetermined.
