Introduction:
Klarion sat in a giant ancient library with his legs crossed and red monitors fabricated from his magic. He stared at the screens, waving his hands occasionally to change the images on them; he had a notepad on his lap and a pencil in between his teeth. The whole damp, rusty smelling place was dark, and the glow of the red monitors was the only thing lighting up Klarion's face, he had dark circles under his eyes but a sneaky grin on his face. Teekl was seated next to him with his eyes narrowed, looking at his master and the monitors. A large loud creak echoed through the empty book cases as the doors opened and let some more light through,
"See, I told you he was here. He's been here for days, doing nothing but sitting on his ass and staring at those monitors. He's starting to turn into any other worthless teenager on this planet." Came a voice, Klarion tore his eyes away from the screens and scowled,
"Excuse me, Smart Ass, I am not another rotten brat!" the witchboy screeched at Vandal Savage, who stood in the door way with the rest of the Light's members behind him.
"I told you the first time you came here and had the audacity to bother me; I am researching! This is of my concern and not yours, so kindly piss off, thanks." Klarion turned back to the monitors and scribbled down more notes, then place the chewed pencil back in between his sharp teeth. Lex Luthor quirked an eyebrow at Vandal Savage who just crossed his arms and grumbled. Lex carefully approached Klarion and his station, and bent over to look at the monitors. Case files and profiles of people where shown, pictures of crime scenes and court reports were on other screens.
Luthor looked at Klarion's note pad; he had a few names and addresses written down. Lex Luthor calmly said, "Are those important people to you?" Klarion snickered,
"You could put it that way. Ya see, I did some thinking, and I realized; if the 'grown-ups' can have teams, and those good-for-nothing brats can have their own team too, why can't I? My own group that I could do anything with. But they need to be suitable for my taste." He said simply without looking away from the monitors. Luthor shrugged and stood up straight again,
"Well, good luck. Just remember you still have your duties of the Light." Klarion rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. I'm almost done anyways. So, bye!" he waved his arm towards the door. Luthor took one last look at the monitors then waved his team out, the doors slammed behind them. Klarion was left in the dark again, he straightened his back and grinned, his eyes began to glow; he wrote one last thing on the note pad, then threw his arms in the air and laughed.
"Here comes chaos, Earth." He said with a toothy grin,
"No one will be saved!"