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welgaia2015-06-22 07:13 pm
justintrust) wrote in welgaia2015-06-22 07:13 pm
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More fanfic OC!
[A certain someone is back in Wankerville. Not that he knows he's 'back' just yet. Much has happened since the last time he was here, if one could even say he was here at all. He was a different person then. He's a different person now. About a year and a half have passed, but it feels like a lifetime. He's Lex Luster Jr., though he no longer has a passport to prove it. The only identity he legally has is Sam-Sara Bardo's, because Interpol takes the protection program very seriously and so should he. Not that he's wearing Sam-Sara's mask or even his clothing. His appearance, from the thick woolen sweater with long sleeves to his favorite scarf, is very much Lex.
The memories from before are so vague that they don't reach him through the initial panic.
The first thought that strikes him is that he's not supposed to be here. Not out in the open. Not like this. He doesn't have anything to cover his face- what if someone recognizes him- what if they think he broke his house arrest agreement again? He didn't mean to! He doesn't know why he's here at all, or how. What if this was the last straw? What if they decide to overturn the penal committee's suggestion for real this time? What if they lock him away for good, or finally subject him to that long overdue execution? That's so unfair! He didn't choose to leave the house! He didn't choose to leave Benny-
-Benny. Shit shit shit. Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Did someone attack him in order to move Lex from the house? Why go through so much trouble and then leave him in some abandoned village in the first place? Is he even near L.A. anymore? What is going on?-
His immediate reaction to the reeling train of thought that he can't control or make sense of is to hide. To find somewhere safe and regain his composure there. Phantom or no Phantom, hiding is his first answer to everything. Hiding is that one instinct he's had since childhood that never left- not once. Hide and then wait to be found by someone trustworthy, no matter how long it takes. No matter how agonizing it is to feel alone and abandoned.
Once he can actually get his feet to move, he sprints towards the nearest house to yank the door open. Somehow, the fact that it's unlocked doesn't strike him as odd at all. It seems almost natural for it to be open to anyone. He darts inside and slams the door shut behind himself again, then allows his knees to buckle. He hits the ground with a thud. After all the training Benny's been putting him through, he'd been doing so well with controlling his emotional instability. He'd made such great progress. With the way he's hyperventilating into his hands, all that progress sure feels insignificant.]
The memories from before are so vague that they don't reach him through the initial panic.
The first thought that strikes him is that he's not supposed to be here. Not out in the open. Not like this. He doesn't have anything to cover his face- what if someone recognizes him- what if they think he broke his house arrest agreement again? He didn't mean to! He doesn't know why he's here at all, or how. What if this was the last straw? What if they decide to overturn the penal committee's suggestion for real this time? What if they lock him away for good, or finally subject him to that long overdue execution? That's so unfair! He didn't choose to leave the house! He didn't choose to leave Benny-
-Benny. Shit shit shit. Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Did someone attack him in order to move Lex from the house? Why go through so much trouble and then leave him in some abandoned village in the first place? Is he even near L.A. anymore? What is going on?-
His immediate reaction to the reeling train of thought that he can't control or make sense of is to hide. To find somewhere safe and regain his composure there. Phantom or no Phantom, hiding is his first answer to everything. Hiding is that one instinct he's had since childhood that never left- not once. Hide and then wait to be found by someone trustworthy, no matter how long it takes. No matter how agonizing it is to feel alone and abandoned.
Once he can actually get his feet to move, he sprints towards the nearest house to yank the door open. Somehow, the fact that it's unlocked doesn't strike him as odd at all. It seems almost natural for it to be open to anyone. He darts inside and slams the door shut behind himself again, then allows his knees to buckle. He hits the ground with a thud. After all the training Benny's been putting him through, he'd been doing so well with controlling his emotional instability. He'd made such great progress. With the way he's hyperventilating into his hands, all that progress sure feels insignificant.]