Laura Davies AKA. BrightFeather email@example.com ,
Finished: May 2002
The usual disclaimers apply. This story is in response to
Juliet's dark fic/death fic challenge.
Warning: due to the nature of this dark fiction/death fiction
challenge, this story is a major WHAM. So if you're not in the mood for
death, dismemberment, and unspecified torture...DON'T CONTINUE READING.
Lex Luthor Jr. sat in his subterranean hideaway caressing the blue-grey
steel of a gun, complete with silencer. He reached into a box beside
him and began to load it with pulsing green bullets. The bullets were
constructed of the last of his father's secret stash of
Kryptonite--they would serve his purpose admirably. He had gone into
hiding after surviving his encounter with Leslie...going underground
after disposing of his foe had been unfortunate, but necessary.
After a year and a half, he now had the means for what he craved the
most--revenge. Long ago he had decided that if he could not possess
Lois Lane and control her husband, Clark Kent AKA. Superman, no one
would. <Within a few days>, he thought, <Vengeance will be
mine.> He wanted the pair dead--they were responsible for his
father's downfall and death. Lex Jr. hadn't cared much for his father,
but blood *was* thicker than water. The time for revenge had come--Lois
and Clark had found happiness; it was past time to strike that
Lois woke slowly and stretched. She smiled sleepily as she discovered
he husband's warm bulk behind her. The weight of his arm was thrown
over her body while his large hand protectively cupped her gravid
belly. Her pregnancy was not yet all that apparent; at four months
along all she had to show for it was a small bump. After Dr. Klein had
told them that children were an impossibility, this pregnancy had been
both a joy and a surprise. Lois smiled at the memory of telling Clark
of their new role as parents-to-be. In five short months, they would be
able to hold the little miracle now growing inside her. It was too
early to get up, so Lois snuggled up to her sleeping husband and went
beck to sleep.
Lex Jr. finished loading the gun and stood up. There wasn't any time to
waste if he truly wanted his revenge. It was a relatively quiet night
in Metropolis--Superman would be at home with his pregnant wife. He
went into the underground tunnel that would eventually lead into the
basement of the Kent's house on Hyperion Avenue. It was important that
he catch them unaware; the Kryptonite bullets would take care of all
three of them. It was imperative that the unborn child die with its'
parents for his revenge to be complete.
He quickly and quietly trotted down the tunnel toward his final
destination. Within minutes, he crept up the basement steps and into
the main part of the house. With the agility and skill of a cat
burglar, he stole silently up the steps and into the Kent's bedroom,
checking to make sure that the silencer on his gun was secure. With
deadly precision, he fired three rounds in rapid succession. Seconds
later, it was over. Lois Lane and Clark Kent lay dead--still wrapped in
each other's rapidly cooling embrace. He studied the dead couple paying
special attention to Lois Lane. Since he had last seen her, she had let
her hair grow. It was braided into a long braid for sleeping. Lex Jr.
smiled as he pulled out a knife, chopped off the hair, and stuffed it
in his pocket as a trophy of his kill. As a final act of revenge, he
quickly searched the house and found one of Superman's capes, with
which he covered the couple. It was only a matter of time before the
rest of Metropolis' criminal element went after the rest of the
Kent/Lane family connection. Within months, the famous couple's family
would join them in the eternity of death. Lex Jr. smiled one last evil
smile as he surveyed his handiwork before disappearing silently into
the darkness of night.