TODAY
Lenon rolled over in bed and threw the clock across the room in a fit of rage. Why couldn't Lionel have decided he was a year older. He knew his ‘father’ made up his age when he found him. He wished to hell the bastard had decided he was a year older. Or maybe 9, like Lex had been. Then he wouldn't have to be in this hell hole.
Lenon was 17. It was his last year in high school. Next year he would go to college. He was greatly looking forward to that. When he went to college he could move out and get away from this damn room and his damn family.
He pulled himself groggily out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. The stumbled to the shower turned it one and stumbled inside the cool shower walls.
Lenon slept naked for the sake of speed in the mornings. Not that he needed any help with speed normally faster then a speeding bullet according to the scientists Lionel had hired to test him. first thing in the morning none of that mattered. He could barely undress if he bothered wearing anything for bed and would more often then not end up fully clothed in the shower.
He collapsed on the shower floor, the hot water pouring over him. He took a deep breath. The hot water felt so good, pelting his skin.
Presently he rolled over and tumbled out of the shower. He grabbed his dressing gown of the back of the door and stumbled out into the bedroom. His breakfast was already there. A mug of coffee and two pieces of well done toast with butter and marmalade. He drained the coffee in one long gulp. Another of his morning rituals. He then turned his attention from the toast. He went over to the other side of the room and pulled his wardrobe open. In the bottom of the wardrobe was a small lead box. He pulled it out, opened it, removed a roll up and sat back down on the bed.
Lenon had been smoking weed since he was 13. He had also taken LSD, speed and E several times. By this point he couldn't start the day without a good smoke. Lex had been the one who had introduced his ‘little brother’ to crack and was still Lenon’s main supplier, even though Lenon could get it elsewhere if Lex didn't come through. Lex normally did though. The older boy felt a strange need to protect Lenon. For Lenon to go to a dealer himself could be dangerous to Lex dealt with it.
Lenon lit up and took a deep drag. He sat for a moment, enjoying the effects of the weed, then stumbled back to his toast and the mornings paper.
He leafed through the broadsheets and tabloids. Nothing caught his interest. He didn't really care for the tabloids. He was the ‘son’ of a millionaire, why should he care about some war or something?
He quickly finished of his toast and went to the wardrobe to dig out some clothes. He grabbed a smart pair of pants and a blue shirt. These were the norm for him and everyone else in his school. He went to the most exclusive high school in Metropolis. All the worlds richest people crowded into metropolis, intent on either taking down or becoming part of the phenomenon that was Luthorcorp. The school he attended was full of the children of such people. Children like him who smoked pot and got pissed every night and didn't have to worry about their studies because whatever happened mommy or daddy would bale them out.
Lenon was different from them though. They were small, narrow minded people. They didn't understand the way the world worked. What it was to have power, a destiny. Lenon understood this perfectly. He was special and he knew it.
He looked at the mirror. He was certainly something. He stood proud in the shirt and pants. His face was handsome and strong. He wore his hair quite long, just to annoy Lex. It didn't work.
For many years Lenon had dedicated himself to making Lex’s life hell. He had tried everything, from infantile pranks when they were younger, to stealing his women and souring his deals. None of it seemed to affect the older boy though. If anything the more he tried the more Lex seemed to like him.
Pushing thought of his annoying older sibling out of his mind, Lenon pulled on his neat shoes and picked up his books. Even though he didn't absorb a damn word he was told he still had to make a show of taking notes and paying attention. Just before he left the room he returned to his closet and took two more roll ups out of the box and hid them in the bottom of his bag.
He strode purposefully out of his room and down the hall. The Luther family owned so much property in Metropolis they all but owned the place. They could live anywhere they liked but for now the only place they wanted to be was in these two floor flats at the top of the Luthorcorp building the middle of town. It was the only place Lionel wanted to be anyway. Lenon would have been happier elsewhere. The location of the apartment made it hard to creep in and out.
He strolled down the hall past Lex’s door and on past his father's study. he could hear Lionel ranting down the phone to some employee or something. He didn't concern himself with it. He could have the world and he didn't need to be underhand to get it, he had his powers.
He reached the entrance hall which was decorated in typical Luther style. Expensive and luxurious. Lionel spent far to much time decorating the house.
Just as Lenon slipped his smart jacket over his shirt Lex came into the hallway. Lenon sighed under his breath. It was going to be another one of THOSE days. He called the elevator and they waited for it to arrive, then stepped in together and descended. Lex went to the university of Metropolis. He was studying engineering. Lex was one of the few rich kids who actually spent a little time in their own education. He would probably take over Luthorcorp on day. That was fine by Lenon, Lenon could have the world.
He stayed very silent on the ride down, hoping Lex would copy him. For once Lex did, not forcing the other Luther into conversation. The lift finally drew to a stop and they both exited.
Lex made his way to his own car, but kept looking over at Lenon. The younger man gazed at his brother and slipped into the front seat of his Porsche. Lenon had only been able to drive for a few months. He would probably not have passed the test if daddy hadn't slipped a few bills to the instructor. Lenon didn't care. Anyone who was careless enough to be where he was driving deserved to die.
He threw the car into gear and roared out of the garage. He glanced back in his mirror to see Lex pull out of the garage behind him. Lex was 3 years older then Lenon, 20, and would soon be leaving college. By the time Lenon got there he would be long gone.
Lenon swerved around a corner at high speeds. He pushed the speed limit but didn't break it. Lionel had warned him that one more ticket and he would have his license revoked. Lenon needed to drive so he kept to the limit. Sometimes he went out into the country. Nice areas with no speed cameras where he could really take this car for a spin.
His high school was on the outskirts of Metropolis in a nice uptown neighbourhood. Most of the people who attended the school could walk there from their parents mansions, it was a select few who lived in more exclusive places, like the Luthorcorp sky scraper, that had to drive in.
He pulled, tires screeching, into the car park of the highly exclusive school and roared into his parking space. He stepped out and stretched. It all seemed so pointless. Coming here every day, working.
He caught sight of a group of girls hanging out by the garage doors, looking at him. Of course, there were some good things.
Being the richest guy in school earned him major points with the ladies. Of course, the ones he pursued were the ones who played hard to get. What was the fun of going after someone who would just do anything you wanted her to?
He spared the girls a smiled and they giggled amongst themselves. He was used to the attention by now. Maybe to day wasn't going to be so bad after all.
~*~*~*~
Lenon returned home straight after school. Normally he spent a little time with his friend Graham. Graham had promised him cocaine. Complications had arisen, however. Big girl shaped complications.
In the small amount of time Lenon had left Graham to fend for himself the stupid bastard had gone and got involved with some girl. Not just any girl though. This was a home-grow, holier-then-though christian girl. The silly little shit, thinking he was in love as he did, had agreed to give up drugs for her.
He stormed into the lounge area and collapsed on a chair. The particular girl in question was called Sylvia. She was sweet and innocent and was waiting until she was married to have sex. Normally Lenon would have happy to take bets as to how long it would be before Graham got bored of her, he wasn't renowned for his seductive charms and would probably give up on the girl before she gave up her morals. This time, however, it was different. She had messed with his and he wasn't going to stand for it.
There were many ways he could get back at them. Some of then cunning, some of them downright brutal. Most of them illegal. The one that appealed to him most was hiring someone to rape the silly little bitch, but Graham was the lovey type, it would probably bring them closer together. The only other viable option was to seduce her. Normally he would hire someone for this particular task. He had a long list of people who he could contact for things just like that. This time however he would do ti himself. Graham had betrayed him and deserved to be punished for it.
Lenon stretched then went over to the cabinet and poured himself a glass of brandy. He downed it in one, feeling the burn of the alcohol down his throat. He almost didn't hear the door open and shut.
Lenon turned and glared at whoever had disturbed him. It was Lex. He glared harder as the older boy went and sprawled in the chair Lenon had occupied mere moments ago.
“How was school?” Lex asked, absently. Lenon glared at him and poured another glass of brandy. He could really do with being drunk or high right now but he couldn't let Lionel catch him in either of these states and the older man always popped in on ‘his boys’ at some point in the evening. It was his idea of being a good father.
Lenon collapsed in a chair opposite Lex. It he sat here for ten or fifteen minuets or however long it took Lionel to come see them, then he could get back to his room and smoke.
Lex had so much more freedom. No curfew, no homework. Not that Lenon’s curfew was enforced in any serious way and he paid someone to do his homework for him but that wasn't the point. Lenon often found himself jealous of Lex’s freedom. The one thing he wanted and just couldn't have.
The door swung open and Lionel stepped in. Dressed up in his business suit he surveyed his children. Lenon took a sip of the brandy. Lex didn't move.
“How are you boys?”
“Fine,” they answered together. THey went through the same ritual every day. Lenon wondered why his father even bothered.
Lionel wandered further into the room. Neither of the boys moved. Neither of them attempted conversation. That was how it worked, how it had wondered for the past 3 years, since Lionel had found out about his sons other lives...
Lenon pushed the thoughts out of his head. He couldn't afford to think like that. Had to be positive.
“Good...good.”
Lionel stood there for a moment, then he turned and left. A few minuets later Lenon stood up and left also. He had some planning to do.
~*~*~*~
The party was packed. Crowded with the bodies of those who wanted to mingle with the elite of Metropolis youth and, of course, some of said elite. This was one of the places Lenon went when he needed a good shag. A damn side cheaper then a whore house and all the girl did exactly what he wanted them to. Chasing girls who play hard to get was one thing, getting laid was another thing entirely.
His purpous here tonight wasn't to get laid though. It would be an added bonus if he did. His mission was purely reconosance. Graham came to this bar a lot and word had it that Sylvia was going around the places Graham hung out and ruling which ones he could go to and which ones he couldn't. For tonight it would be enough just to know which girl he was after.
He strode into the bar. He was used to being here, he was seen here regularly and loved the attention he got here. He had other bars if he wanted to hide, this is where he came for underage drinking and sex with some slut.
He was so high on the E he had taken before he left home the place seemed to spin. He absently wondered if he would have more look finding the girl if everything wasn't spinning.
He strode to the bar, not quite sure how he managed to stay upright and coherent. He asked the man about her. She gave Lenon a funny look, then gestured to the bar. There was only one person on the bar. Lenon didn't believe it was the girl he came here to find. THe blinked and looked again but no-one else appeared.
Far from the all around american good girl he was expecting to find the girl at the end of the bar was a slut. She was dressed in a sparkly boob tube and a very shot skirt. Her blond hair was piled in ringlets on her head. She was so heavily made up that he didn't think he would recognise her if he had seen her every day of his life.
“It's always the quiet ones,” he mumbled to himself. He aproached her slowly. She looked over at him and smiled seductively.
“Hi,” he whispered, leaning over and kissing her just below her ear. “Are you Sylvia?”
The girl nodded. Maybe he didn't need to go to the length of fucking her. Just one good picture right now should do it. Should get Graham's sweet little girl out of his head. But no. He wanted the bastard to suffer.
The conversation with Sylvia was short and sweet. Like all the other sluts here it was easy to persuade her to step outside with him. He had taken the precaution of hiring a hotel room for the night. A hotel room fitted up with video cameras by his own men. Only the best for the little slut.
She climbed with him into his car. He couldn't smell alcohol on her breath of drugs so it probably meant the bitch was just out for a good fucking. Maybe she was sick of waiting. Maybe she had never waited at all.
The ride was short and uneventful, both of them. She was about the worst fuck he'd ever had, not that he told her that. she giggled and he kissed her and told her she was beautiful. They kept at it until she passed out. finally he climbed of the bed and stretched. He dressed and, leaving her there in the bed, want and checked the tape. It had been working. Tape of her fucking, being fucked. tape of her pleading with him to fuck her through the microphones all over the room. Bastard would know what it was to upset a Luther.
Lenon strode out of the building with a confident air. He had already hired someone to edit the footage and make sure a copy was in his and her mailboxes first thing in the morning. They would soon know pain. Not that he had suffered a lot in life. He had been quite happy until the incident...
But he wouldn't let himself think of that. Why spoil a good night? He could be back at the club and have another slut before the night was out. It was an offer to good to pass up.
~*~*~*~
Graham wasn't at school for a few days. When he came back he found he was excluded from everything. Lenon had spread the word the Graham was no longer acceptable so he was resigned for the rest of his school like to dating the ugly girls and eating lunch with the nerds. He would never again cross a Luther.
Lenon loved the power that came with his last name. He know Lex saw the family name as an obstacle to overcome, really it was the greatest gift Lionel could give them. Lex was a damn fool sometimes. Lenon didn't know why he tolerated the older boys interference in matters that didn't concern him.
Lenon remembered a time when things had been simpler. He didn't like to think about it much. Luthors didn't look back. That's what Lionel always said. Like that old bastard would know anything anyway.
Lenon spent a good portion of his life hating people. It wasn't like he intended to, it was just the way he was. Sometimes he wondered what his life would be like if someone else had found him that day. Whatever his live was life it couldn't be as good as this.
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