Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Lex/Jamie, Mario Tortelli, Ron McBride, Jeremiah Bracken, Del Crowell, Elmer Juneau
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. New superheroes appear on the scene as the Abolitionist Movement gathers strength. Meanwhile, Lex gets his heart’s desire while long-held secrets begin to spill out of the Manor. Nothing will ever be the same again.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Summary: Lex attends his first meeting of the Kryptonian Control Committee.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): October 6, 2009
Date Of Posting: February 3, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1075
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Note: Written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Order No. 616
Classified: Top Secret
THE KRYPTONIAN CONTROL COMMITTEE
Lex was extremely pleased. Sitting here in this utilitarian room in Washington, D.C., around this glossy wood table with file folders and personal computers in front of each person, it was what he’d worked toward for a long time.
Light snow was falling outside the window, the January sunlight weak but illuminating the ice hanging down from the windows. Christmas and New Year’s had been pleasant holidays, Lionel even amenable. His father was dangerous, but never dull.
Mario Tortelli smiled and called the meeting to order. A cheerful Italian-American, he was also a world-class research scientist. Running a hand through shaggy raven hair, he tapped the manila folder on the table.
“The Committee welcomes our newest member, Lex Luthor.” Lex acknowledged the smiles and nods around the table. “Lex is a brilliant scientific mind. We welcome his addition to Project K.”
This was where he belonged.
He smiled at Ron McBride, his old friend who had sponsored his membership. He was indebted to him and would pay in full.
Though itching to begin asking questions, Lex knew how this worked: the newbie had to be respectfully quiet, at least in his first meeting.
He glanced over the list of Committee members, recognizing a few, but this group wanted to remain under the radar.
A cold drink was slipped onto the table by Jamie, who returned to his chair against the wall behind Lex, who would rely on Jamie to pick up anything he missed.
He liked having Jamie at his back. It was a good feeling, one that he enjoyed with Bruce and Ollie, but this was on a daily basis, and all for him.
Yes, a very good feeling.
Mario directed them to open their folders. “Most of our work is handwritten or word-processed, Lex. The documents are not saved to hard drives or e-mail folders. Too sensitive.” Lex nodded. Their Government computers were all monitored. It was the same with home computers and every other electronic device, unless one knew how to get around them. “Our latest experiments are detailed.”
Date: January 2, 22—
Procedure: Subject was injected with an upgraded version of Serum KJ-16. Subject’s memory was successfully repressed for the span of one week, then re-administered for another seven days.
Subject had previously begun to remember in subconscious ways: dreams and flashes of memory. This new version of the serum will eliminate even these traces of memory.
Lex’s eyebrow rose, and Ron tapped the folder. “This says that the serum will eliminate memory of the subject. Shouldn’t it say should? Without testing, how can you be sure?”
Mario smiled. “Good catch. Yes, the writer of that report got a little enthusiastic, but it’s essentially the truth. If this new serum works, the subjects’ memories can be completely controlled.”
“If,” said Jeremiah Bracken, sucking quietly on a glowstick. While Ron was slender and his movements were nervous, Jeremiah was rotund and slow, but it was deceptive. Lex had read previous meeting minutes, and the man had a quick mind.
“If is correct,” Mario said. “We have had success with our serum, and this new version will allow us to exert even greater control over the Kryptonians. If we can successfully suppress their memories permanently, we can start on behavior modification, molding them to our desires, creating literal super-soldiers.”
“Which is good, because Intelligence reports increased Kadoran activity on the borders,” said Del Crowell, a major in the Air Force. He was blond and blue-eyed, and had what was still known as ‘matinee idol’ looks. He was practically a twin to Steve Trevor.
“Thank God the Collective decided to turn back in on themselves. I’d hate to try and fight a war on two fronts,” Elmer Juneau said. An Army colonel, he was a battle-hardened veteran, bristly eyebrows always making him look angry.
Murmurs of agreement went around the table. Lex felt a slight chill. His own company’s defense work allowed him to be privy to some of those reports.
“Well, until the memory suppression and behavior modification takes place, we can’t allow them to battle train.” Jeremiah’s eyes were hard. “The Kryptonite works.”
Mario nodded. “There’s many kinds of K. And while the Gold permanently erases powers, the Blue is temporary suppression.”
“Wasn’t there another kind of K that was being used for power suppression?” asked Juneau.
“I don’t think it worked,” said Jeremiah.
“Pity. The more methods of control we have, the better.”
Lex looked over the file. All he could see was the mention of Blue K. He wanted to find out the other kind but remained silent. He would find out. He was good at finding things out.
He could hear a soft rustle of paper behind him as Jamie looked for the information. He knew that Lex would not want to play his hand too early.
Once again, Jamie had his back.
“What are the side effects of the amnesia serum?” Lex asked. He just couldn’t stay completely silent!
Mario smiled approvingly at the question. “We’ve recorded symptoms of nausea, dizziness, and general weakness. Nothing outstanding in itself, as it could be symptoms for many illnesses, for instance, but generally the subjects recover.”
“What about the longevity of the process? Are there any further symptoms if the subjects receive their shots or liquid or pills on a long-term basis?”
“The serum can be administered in any of those three ways. As for long-term effects, the longest we’ve studied is five years.”
“And you stopped administering the serum?”
Mario sighed. “Yes, but too late.”
Lex raised an eyebrow. “Too late?”
“Yes. The subject’s body began showing signs of resistance to the serum, breaking down unnaturally in his bloodstream. It put a strain on his heart and other organs. He died of a massive stroke before we knew what was happening.”
Lex felt a little chill. That sounded definitely ominous. He heard Jamie’s slight hitch of breath behind him.
They were playing a dangerous game.