lexjosephluthor (lexjosephluthor) wrote in newalliance, @ 2015-08-16 05:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | lex luthor |
Who: Lex Luthor (narrative)
When: Sunday morning, August 16th, 2015
Where: Luthor Estate, Metropolis
What: Realization
Rating: Low
He'd been growing weaker ever since the televised announcement. Every day the simplest of tasks was harder, took more energy that he didn't have. Lex had stubbornly refused a wheelchair for months, simply choosing not to walk unless it was absolutely necessary. And then, a simple trip down the long hallways of this estate took much longer than they had in the past.
How empty this place was. Even with the added security and staff, the space still echoed, or the silence filled his ears more easily. Before his illness, every place that he had lived in had people in it, doing something. LexCorp staff making trips to see him, parties, dinners, charities...
But now he was made ever more aware of just how alone he was. Lex knew that a simple phone call would have brought Lois here immediately, but ... his ego refused to let her see him in this weakened state. The collapse had been enough, and even when she'd called or asked to see him, he'd turned her away. Perhaps that was foolish. Perhaps his last days should be spent in the company of the one person that wanted to see him.
In his wheelchair, he looked out over the gardens of his backyard, all of it protected by tall trees and shrubs. He had privacy here. He had a kind of peace. And as much as he seemed at peace to the outside world and even his staff, inside ... Inside he was almost boiling over with anger. There was still so much to do, so much left to discover, and he couldn't leave it up to the rest of the world to do it. He was Lex Luthor, he bestrode this world like a colossus, creating, discovering, conquering.
And now he was so weakened by his illness that he couldn't walk.
A doctor approached him, clearing his throat. "What is it?" Lex asked, voice raspy with effort. Talking also took a great deal more energy.
"Mr. Luthor, there's been a discovery at LexCorp. We may have a theoretical way of ... well, curing is a strong possibility, but again, it's only a theory."
"What is the theory?"
"Someone theorized that a transfusion of cells might help you recover."
"Someone. Who?" Lex coughed and frowned. "A transfusion might gain me a few months, but nothing long term. It would be a wasted effort."
"Sir, the gentleman who came up with the theory worked on Project Cadmus."
A silence this time. His mind raced. Of course ... of course ... it was possible ... and worth the effort to try .... He was annoyed that he hadn't come up with the solution himself, but told himself that it was because of his weakened state. His energy was being used to keep him alive, not for brilliant thought.
"Get this man here, and quickly." Lex smiled for the first time in a long while, a tight, smug smile, one more suited for his face than the false, sunny one he'd given visitors and the public. "Bring him to me. I want to hear the details of this theory in person."