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Calling today a rough day was an understatement. Lex was seriously begin to wonder if he was losing his mind. It wouldn't be the first time this had happened as he'd suffered a psychotic break after going back to Excelsior after Julian's death. Murder. And didn't that Hartford guy just totally crack a few weeks ago? What was to stop him? It's what everyone expected of him wasn't it? To go off his rocker and try and take over the island.
Except no! His father had been here, on the island! Lex couldn't have imagined that. Not in his worst nightmare could he have imagined that! Lionel Luthor had been on the island...but Lex had no proof.
He was sitting in the rec room, just sitting on one of the couches with his head in his hands. It hurt so badly and one hand kept creeping back to message his neck. His lower back killing him too. He needed something to distract himself, just sitting here dwelling was only going to make it worse. He would have preferred a nap but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. After finally getting up, he made his way over to the bookshelf. It had a varied number of offerings but one in particular caught his eye. A film tin with the label Chess: The Musical- Act II. He briefly wondered what happened in Act I, had he seen it before and just couldn't remember?, but that didn't stop him from pulling it off the shelf and, after a bit of fumbling from tiredness, he put it in the projector.
It opened on a logo...and then a familiar man began singing about the city of Bangkok. Lex couldn't help a small smile as he realized that he'd found Anatoly's source canon. He wasn't sure the Russian would be amused that he was from a musical. And the smile turned into a smirk as Freddie sang about getting his kicks above the waist line. That's not what he remembered, not what he remembered at all.
Then he cocked his head at the next scene. A black man was calling himself Walter de Courcey and Freddie was....a reporter? He'd retired? Wait, that wasn't right! Anatoly had played Freddie in Bangkok, Lex had seen it with his very eyes. His hand rubbed his neck again, pressing harder. No...this wasn't right.
The scene changed to Anatoly and Lex calmed somewhat, a small smile on his face, despite the sung lyrics being of a bitter jealous nature about the woman who he assumed was Florence. Anatoly had a rich, beautiful voice that while it lacked the familiar accent, still enraptured Lex for the moment. The lover's duet didn't bother Lex too much, as he hew knew about Anatoly's relationship with Florence...and his voice was just beautiful.
At the next scene change, Lex couldn't help bursting out in a fit of hysterical laughter as a small flamboyant man turned out to be comrade Molokov. If this was who Anatoly had been afraid of, Lex wondered exactly how much courage his chess player had. But...he was talking about man name Viiand. Who Freddie had earlier named as Anatoly's opponent. This was right....or was it? A thought was brewing in the back of his thoughts and he didn't like it...but what else made sense...if anything could make sense in the past few days. God, there was Freddie as the reporter again. This wasn't right! Lex rubbed his head, Anatoly's voice suddenly not as reassuring as it had been before. What if...the days in Bangkok hadn't been real, just a manifestation of Anatoly's lies...No, that was preposterous, Anatoly wouldn't lie to him.
Would he?
The more Lex watched, the less sure he became. The posturizing and plotting was familiar but then how much could that really change since it was just an act. The information behind traded however. That wasn't matching up as well as it had when Lex was in Bangkok. Or had he even been in Bangkok? Was it the island's doing, conspiring with Anatoly to...do what? Drive him crazy. Like the island had made his father appear and then disappear. He had not made that up. No matter of forgetting or delusions or pain could have caused him to do that to himself.
He began to laugh. Hysterically. Maybe he was going crazy. Would it be any worse then facing the fact that Anatoly, the man who he had loved for fuck's sake, had been lying to him the entire time...just like Clark. Was that what he inspired in people, the need to lie to his face? Did they get special pleasure from it? And worse...he thought Anatoly had seen beyond the image everyone else saw. Apparently he'd been wrong. Madness was definitely a more appealing prospect.
When he looked back at the screen, Freddie was singing a solo song, about being a born abused genius as a child. Lex's laugh grew beyond hysterical, so much so that he was holding his sides with laughter. "Try growing up with Lionel you bastard." Lex said to the screen, "Then you'll pity the fucking child." For a moment, he wondered if this was another case of his imagining things, since Freddie seemed to be singing about Lex more then himself. He could barely tell the difference anymore, what he was sure was reality and what he was sure was delusion.
Fuck his head hurt.
More songs were sung but Lex nursed his head for a moment, rubbing at his temples with his eyes screwed shut. God, it hurt just to think, much less what he was thinking about. He felt like he was going to explode, all the nervous energy flowing through him and unfortunately at the moment it was all centered around Lionel's disappearance and Anatoly's apparent lies.
His thoughts may have been swimming to the point he wasn't paying real attention to the musical/concert still playing on the projector, though he was vaguely aware that the chess match at begun. Anatoly was playing that other fucker and Trumper was commentating. Not at all how it had happened, or at least...according to Anatoly. Though, while he'd been able to possibly forgive everything to this point...his blood boiled when a sure, authoritative voice proclaimed Anatoly the winner. That fucking bastard. The whole grand tale of losing everything he was to save his the women he loved and his wife and children had been a lie, no doubt to lead a love starved young man into his confidence. It was almost worse then Clark. At least Clark would occasionally admit he lied. Anatoly did to his face and without even a flaw. Perhaps the man was a more perfect communist machine then Lex had thought possible.
The musical completely forgotten now, Lex left it running in the projector as he was out the door and heading back to the hut he shared with that fucking lying Russian, the only thought going through his spinning brain now was to confront Anatoly...but he wasn't going to do it unarmed. He wanted revenge and a Luthor was violent when cornered. Once in the hut, he tore things out of drawers and out of containers, frustrated as he strained to remember were he'd put it, growling as he just couldn't remember. Then he spotted his computer case in the corner and he tore through it find the gun safely nestled inside. He almost giggled as he pulled it out, since no one but him knew he had it, not even the lying Russian.
Lex couldn't really remember how he found Anatoly, but he spotted the man walking down the beach. He shot one bullet into the ground by the man's feet to get his attention, before beginning to throw acid tipped accusations. "You lying bastard. You fucking won."
[The public shouting match as listed in this post. Lex and Anatoly will be having a shouting match and Lex will be shooting around Anatoly but won't hit him. Lex is very clearly not sane at this point and hurting physically. You pup is welcome to witness the whole thing and even try and interfere, but Lex needs to escape into the woods. If you pup would like to aid in the search, let me know! Also, Lionel is still very open for tags. Please.]
Except no! His father had been here, on the island! Lex couldn't have imagined that. Not in his worst nightmare could he have imagined that! Lionel Luthor had been on the island...but Lex had no proof.
He was sitting in the rec room, just sitting on one of the couches with his head in his hands. It hurt so badly and one hand kept creeping back to message his neck. His lower back killing him too. He needed something to distract himself, just sitting here dwelling was only going to make it worse. He would have preferred a nap but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. After finally getting up, he made his way over to the bookshelf. It had a varied number of offerings but one in particular caught his eye. A film tin with the label Chess: The Musical- Act II. He briefly wondered what happened in Act I, had he seen it before and just couldn't remember?, but that didn't stop him from pulling it off the shelf and, after a bit of fumbling from tiredness, he put it in the projector.
It opened on a logo...and then a familiar man began singing about the city of Bangkok. Lex couldn't help a small smile as he realized that he'd found Anatoly's source canon. He wasn't sure the Russian would be amused that he was from a musical. And the smile turned into a smirk as Freddie sang about getting his kicks above the waist line. That's not what he remembered, not what he remembered at all.
Then he cocked his head at the next scene. A black man was calling himself Walter de Courcey and Freddie was....a reporter? He'd retired? Wait, that wasn't right! Anatoly had played Freddie in Bangkok, Lex had seen it with his very eyes. His hand rubbed his neck again, pressing harder. No...this wasn't right.
The scene changed to Anatoly and Lex calmed somewhat, a small smile on his face, despite the sung lyrics being of a bitter jealous nature about the woman who he assumed was Florence. Anatoly had a rich, beautiful voice that while it lacked the familiar accent, still enraptured Lex for the moment. The lover's duet didn't bother Lex too much, as he hew knew about Anatoly's relationship with Florence...and his voice was just beautiful.
At the next scene change, Lex couldn't help bursting out in a fit of hysterical laughter as a small flamboyant man turned out to be comrade Molokov. If this was who Anatoly had been afraid of, Lex wondered exactly how much courage his chess player had. But...he was talking about man name Viiand. Who Freddie had earlier named as Anatoly's opponent. This was right....or was it? A thought was brewing in the back of his thoughts and he didn't like it...but what else made sense...if anything could make sense in the past few days. God, there was Freddie as the reporter again. This wasn't right! Lex rubbed his head, Anatoly's voice suddenly not as reassuring as it had been before. What if...the days in Bangkok hadn't been real, just a manifestation of Anatoly's lies...No, that was preposterous, Anatoly wouldn't lie to him.
Would he?
The more Lex watched, the less sure he became. The posturizing and plotting was familiar but then how much could that really change since it was just an act. The information behind traded however. That wasn't matching up as well as it had when Lex was in Bangkok. Or had he even been in Bangkok? Was it the island's doing, conspiring with Anatoly to...do what? Drive him crazy. Like the island had made his father appear and then disappear. He had not made that up. No matter of forgetting or delusions or pain could have caused him to do that to himself.
He began to laugh. Hysterically. Maybe he was going crazy. Would it be any worse then facing the fact that Anatoly, the man who he had loved for fuck's sake, had been lying to him the entire time...just like Clark. Was that what he inspired in people, the need to lie to his face? Did they get special pleasure from it? And worse...he thought Anatoly had seen beyond the image everyone else saw. Apparently he'd been wrong. Madness was definitely a more appealing prospect.
When he looked back at the screen, Freddie was singing a solo song, about being a born abused genius as a child. Lex's laugh grew beyond hysterical, so much so that he was holding his sides with laughter. "Try growing up with Lionel you bastard." Lex said to the screen, "Then you'll pity the fucking child." For a moment, he wondered if this was another case of his imagining things, since Freddie seemed to be singing about Lex more then himself. He could barely tell the difference anymore, what he was sure was reality and what he was sure was delusion.
Fuck his head hurt.
More songs were sung but Lex nursed his head for a moment, rubbing at his temples with his eyes screwed shut. God, it hurt just to think, much less what he was thinking about. He felt like he was going to explode, all the nervous energy flowing through him and unfortunately at the moment it was all centered around Lionel's disappearance and Anatoly's apparent lies.
His thoughts may have been swimming to the point he wasn't paying real attention to the musical/concert still playing on the projector, though he was vaguely aware that the chess match at begun. Anatoly was playing that other fucker and Trumper was commentating. Not at all how it had happened, or at least...according to Anatoly. Though, while he'd been able to possibly forgive everything to this point...his blood boiled when a sure, authoritative voice proclaimed Anatoly the winner. That fucking bastard. The whole grand tale of losing everything he was to save his the women he loved and his wife and children had been a lie, no doubt to lead a love starved young man into his confidence. It was almost worse then Clark. At least Clark would occasionally admit he lied. Anatoly did to his face and without even a flaw. Perhaps the man was a more perfect communist machine then Lex had thought possible.
The musical completely forgotten now, Lex left it running in the projector as he was out the door and heading back to the hut he shared with that fucking lying Russian, the only thought going through his spinning brain now was to confront Anatoly...but he wasn't going to do it unarmed. He wanted revenge and a Luthor was violent when cornered. Once in the hut, he tore things out of drawers and out of containers, frustrated as he strained to remember were he'd put it, growling as he just couldn't remember. Then he spotted his computer case in the corner and he tore through it find the gun safely nestled inside. He almost giggled as he pulled it out, since no one but him knew he had it, not even the lying Russian.
Lex couldn't really remember how he found Anatoly, but he spotted the man walking down the beach. He shot one bullet into the ground by the man's feet to get his attention, before beginning to throw acid tipped accusations. "You lying bastard. You fucking won."
[The public shouting match as listed in this post. Lex and Anatoly will be having a shouting match and Lex will be shooting around Anatoly but won't hit him. Lex is very clearly not sane at this point and hurting physically. You pup is welcome to witness the whole thing and even try and interfere, but Lex needs to escape into the woods. If you pup would like to aid in the search, let me know! Also, Lionel is still very open for tags. Please.]