Survivors

Chapter 37: The Summer House is Completed

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Lex Luthor woke from a restless sleep, not sure exactly what had caught his attention. He lay on his stomach but even in the pitch black room, he could feel eyes on him, as if he was being watched. Holding his breath and listening he could hear the feint breathing next to his bed. Mercy would never watch him sleep.

Still pretending to sleep his hand slowly moved to the headboard where an emergency alert button was placed underneath.

"Don't bother. We gave Mercy the night off. Whatever you are paying her and her boys is too much. Why don't you get up and move to your desk? I think we have a few things to talk about."

Lex opened his eyes, his mind going through a million scenarios, from kidnapping to murder. He and his father had many enemies.

But thinking about the timing, it was obvious who these people were. The DEO.

And Lex knew they could do nothing to him. He felt more confident and slid out of bed, moved past the man in all black, hiding behind a black mask and strolled to the desk in his room, sitting in his customary high backed chair. He also noticed the man was not alone. Three other figures dressed in black were also present behind him. They were deeper in the shadows, difficult to make out but he knew they were there.

"What can I do for the DEO?" he asked confidently.

"First, can I see your right hand?" Connolly asked.

"My hand?"

"Yes, if you would put it on the desk, palm down, I would appreciate it."

Lex smirked and placed his hand as directed. "The palm is supposed to be up if you want to read it."

Connolly slammed a knife through the top of the hand, pinning it deep into the oak desk. Lex's eyes widened and he said nothing, staring at the knife that had magically appeared through his hand.

Then the pain hit him and he screamed.

"I don't need to read your palm to know your future, Luthor. The more you scream and move, the more it is going to hurt. Now stop crying. You are going to answer some questions. If you are a good boy I will take out the knife. If you aren't you can take it out yourself when I am gone. Are you going to be a good boy?"

Lex nodded his head furiously. Connolly grabbed the knife and ripped it up. The man screamed once more until a towel was stuffed into his mouth by one of the other agents.

"When you can stop screaming, you can use that towel to wrap your hand. I placed it in a spot that will not bleed much but the tissues damage is going to take a while to heal. You may want someone else to sign your documents for a bit."

Connolly waited for Lex to calm down and wrap his hand.

"Do I have your attention now?"

The man nodded, tears still leaking.

"Good. You are probably wondering exactly who I am, so you may have your furious vengeance on me one day. People in your position know me as the Sandman."

Luthor's eyes widened.

"So you have heard of me? Good. I did tend to make a name for myself in certain countries. Kind of one of those urban legend monster stories, only I happen to be real. So lets talk about why you have been planting falsified files on Kara Danvers and her family on the DEO server, why you had a tracker placed on her bike and are having her watched. Go ahead, if you think you can talk without blubbering. If not take your time. I have all night and an active imagination. I'm sure we can find some other ways to encourage you to talk."