Becoming A Luthor (Lex Luthor Fanfiction)

Chapter 10: Alexander

She hated me for changing that order Alexander thinks to himself.  He lays on his bed staring at the ceiling smiling about what had happened during lunch earlier that day. His arm begins to feel numb under his head so he puts it to his side and ends up touching the notebook. He knows that he cannot keep it with him all the time anymore; today he had been too close to losing it.

He jumps out of bed and looks around his room for a few minutes; until he finds what he is looking for. It's the cloth that Mr. Winston got him for his birthday a couple years ago. He was really into fire at the time and the butler had bought him many fireproof objects. He takes the special cloth and wraps it around the book on his bed, and then put it in his safe.

He felt that he was taking extra precautions; however, he knows that somethings end up missing in this house. He chuckles to himself; had he really just called this mansion a house? Maybe his expectations were higher now that he was older. He contemplates cleaning his room or masterminding what his plans were for the bullies. He lays back on his bed and begins to think.

There is a knock at the door. "Mr. Luthor, are you decent?" a familiar concentrated voice ask through the door. The voice is comforting to him, as the person it belonged too had been there for him throughout most of his childhood.

"Yes, Mr. Winston." Alexander answers from his bed. He looks at the clock only to realize that he had fallen asleep. The sleep was good for him; it has helped him to figure out his moves in the terms of the bullies. The door opens and a tall tan toned figure walks in; his pose showed his confidence, and yet his eyes showed a kindness that Alexander only received from a few people.

"Your father requests an audience from you, Mr. Luthor." Mr. Winston says; he pauses, he does a quick once over of his room, before continuing, "Would you like any help tiding your room, Mr. Luthor?"

Alexander sits up and looks around. His room was fit for a royal and he had indeed made a mess whilst looking for the cloth to wrap his journal. "No, Mr. Winston. I made the mess I will fix it. Thank you for the offer." He stands and makes his way toward the door.

"He's in the study, young sir." Mr. Winston says before Alexander can ask where his father is. Alexander smiles at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Winston." He says as he heads for the study.

The way to the study is long but interesting as his father loves to collect the finer things in life. Alexander remembers when he used to be scared coming down this hall. He chuckles too himself as he knocks on the study door.

"Come in, Alexander," his father's firm voice calls out. Alexander opens the door and sees his father behind the desk.

"You beckoned, father?" Alexander asks quietly but sternly. He knows his father hates weakness and tries his best to show a strong demeanor.

"I requested an audience, Lex. Beckon sounds so . . . inferior." His father stands, walks to his cabinet, pours himself a drink, takes a sip, and walks back to his desk. He leans against it before continuing. "The word of a destitute man, which we are not."

"My apologies, father." Alexander says. He stands there a moment watching his father watch him. Finally he breaks the silence first. "Why did you request an audience this evening, father?" He is careful not to add sir at the end or else his father might go off on a monologue about how he sounds like the help.

"Straight to the point tonight, Lex? That is an important quality in a man, very well. I want to talk to you about today." He sits walks around his desk and sits. He gestures with his hand for Alexander to do the same. Alexander sits down across from his father. "I know that you changed Lila's order Lex." His father looks at him waiting for a retort.

"Yes, I did. I was looking out for her, she obviously didn't like the food her mother chose, and I didn't want to switch, continuously." Alexander knows the best course of action is to tell the truth at this moment and except his consequences.

"Very well, I want you to keep looking out for this girl, she is very special." Says his father after taking another swallow of his scotch.

Alexander is puzzled. "Why?" He asks.

"Lila, is a very special girl; she was affected by a meteor shower from her hometown. The meteor shower there was much like the one here in Smallville. The one that affected you." He answers.

Alexander touches his head. The meteor shower they were caught in when he was younger had mad him bald. The hair had yet to grow back; his baldness was the cause for many torturous acts, such as the bullies earlier today. "How is she special?" He ask still rubbing his bald head.

His father smiles, the smile is odd almost sinister. "She is going to help us change the world." He answers simple.

This is a Lex Luthor fanfiction. The information and knowledge about Lex Luthor will be mostly from the realm of Smallville but other facts from movies or the comics may be integrated into this work. This is an ongoing story. There will be updates weekly, with the exception to holiday weeks. Please feel free to comment your thoughts and helpful critique.