LOL!! That one's Death of Luthor, by Mary Potts. Just
One I just finished reading
Lex stripped off his jacket and wrapped it around his hands, then
reached for the door. The handle still felt hot, even through a
couple of layers of leather. He ignored it, tugging at the door.
It didn't open easily - warped already by the heat, he realised,
and had to pause for a coughing fit to pass.
The door opened suddenly, and the corridor was visible. Or... he
had to presume that it was the corridor. All that Lex could see
was a towering wall of flickering red and yellow.
And then an enormous ball of flame, attracted by the sudden
availability of oxygen, rushed towards him with a loud roar.
Lex screamed in agony as the flames rolled over him, making him
stagger backwards and fall to the floor. And then he screamed
again, the heat and pain excruciating.
He was on fire! The pain... the pain...
They... would... pay...
Sara
