Warning any way you slice it this is a DARK story. Just redeemable.
“Sir, please don't.” Oliver begged his captor. “Don't punish her for my mistakes.”
Nikita gave another cry of pain. Oliver instinctively looked to Lex, a clear question on his face. “A neural solvent.” The man noted absently. “A clean and efficient inducer of pain. Something from a tiny little planet called 'Swan Moon' Home planet to a race we call the Dominators.”
“Listen Mr. Luthor, I understand why you hate me. But why do you punish her?”
“Because for reasons not yet clear to me, she matters to you. As lowly as we humans are, she is not much better, and yet you care for her. Which means seeing her in pain is likely the most effective way to hurt you.”
“Please Lex, whatever I did to you, take your revenge on me alone. Since I'm the one you want, would it not be more gratifying to bring me directly to my knees? I mean aren't you all about getting exactly what you want and proving your own superiority?”
“Believe me, I'll enjoy it either way.”
“Revenge is a little petty for Lex Luthor.”
“I want you beaten and harmless. Nothing beyond it.”
“Again if this was about me -and I kind of doubt that- I'D be the one strapped to that device. What are you really after Lexi?”
“To make doubly certain neither of you ever interfere in my plans again.”
“Nikita never did. And she never would; we both know that.”
Nikita cried out in pain again, Oliver jumped to his feet. “Stop it! Please just stop. Lex, I will beg for it if you want me to. Right now all I care about is protecting my best friend from my former best friend. Just tell me what I need to do so and I'll do it.”
The device torturing Nikita turned itself off and she slid gently to the floor.
“I owe you much for this. And I will find a way to repay you. But let me ask you...is red still your favorite color?”
“I'm more for cool blues now actually.”
“Superman colors. That figures. But you're lying.”
“You insolent little--"
"--PURPLE was Lex's favorite color." Oliver interrupted. "His classmates always made fun of him for it because it was 'soft'. Silvers and grays became his favorite colors to wear. He considers red and blue far too basic and overused. Silver is more masculine than purple and purple is more cerebral than any 'emotional' primary color. You see I DO know Lex Luthor. Who the hell are you?”
The man who was not Lex fired his gun. A beam of energy released from the barrel and burned through the flesh of Nikita's leg. Oliver could not even utter a cry.
“Any other questions, meat?”
“No...none.”
“Lex let me ask you something. Is red still your favorite color?”
“I'm more for cool blues now actually.”
“Superman's colors, that figures. But it's a lie.”
“You insolent little..”
“Purple was always Lex's favorite color. It was something he kept to himself because his peers said it made him look soft. So now he wears silver and gray whenever possible. It's just as calm, just as deep and cerebral but less emotional. I do know Lex Luthor. And you're not him. Who the HELL are you?”
The man who was not Lex Luthor fired his gun. A beam of energy released from the barrel and burned through the flesh of Nikita's upper leg. Oliver could not even utter a cry. “Pledge your service and your life to me, and I will let her live unharmed. Try my patience any further and you will hear her screams of pain echo in your ears long after you've thrown yourself on your knees begging me to hurt you instead.”
...And her screams of pain will echo through these walls until you force humility into your veins and beg me to hurt you instead.” He pulled his weapon back and added mockingly. “You will submit. And I will have what I want.”
“What are you that you use her like this?”
“Superman is what the humans call you. Naturally, you ARE a god to them. And soon I will have that 'god' as my slave. Nam-Ek!” Another alien, dressed in a simple black jumpsuit walked silently up to his commander. All of a sudden Superman realized his captor was a military commander, perhaps a general. And if the other's name was any indication, this was someone who knew to call him Kal-El. “Take that one away and get her ready. There is one more scene to this act...before we call intermission.”
“I always thought revenge was a little petty for Lex Luthor.” Superman noted.
“I want you beaten and weak; nothing more or less than that.”
“If this was about me and I'm seriously doubting that, I'd be the one strapped to that thing. What are you really after Lexi?”
“To make doubly certain you do not interfere in my plans again.”
“Nikita never did and never would. We both know that. As we're already waist deep in friendly pleasantries let me ask you...Is red still your favorite color?”
“I'm more for cool blues now actually.”
“Superman's colors, that figures. But it's a lie.”
“You insolent little..”
“..Purple was always Lex's favorite color. It's something he kept to himself because his fellows and equals said it made him look soft. So now he wears silver and gray whenever possible. It's just as calm, just as deep and cerebral but less emotional. I do know Lex Luthor. And you're not him. Who the HELL are you?”
The man who was not Lex Luthor fired his gun. A beam of energy released from the barrel and burned through the flesh of Nikita's upper leg. Superman could not even utter a cry. “ “Pledge your service, and your life to me and I will let her live unharmed. Try my patience any further and her screams of pain will force your compliance...and echo in your ears long after you've thrown yourself on your knees begging me for mercy.”
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