Hi. So, this is my newest story - I had this idea a few days ago when I was trying to fall asleep, and, yeah, I couldn't. This story has nothing to do with my other currently on-going Superman story, The Adventures of Clark Kent. Don't worry, TAoCK will continue to be updated at least once a week, as will this story.

This is the first time I'm writing from a first person's point of view - in this case, Clark's.

This is basically a story of how Clark becomes the hero we all know and love, with the help of the Justice League, and mainly, Wonder Woman.

As mentioned in the description, this is mainly a Superman/Wonder Woman story, with the Justice League in the background - but don't worry, you'll see the Justice League a lot. There will be Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Action, Adventure, and some funny moments. Basically, a little bit of everything.

This chapter is just a prologue, the next chapters will be longer, you can bet your ass on that. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Superman or any other Justice League characters, only the story idea and maybe some OCs who will appear in the later chapters.


Prologue

My name is Clark Kent.

Or it used to be, anyway.

I was just a happy little four-year old boy from a small town in Kansas. Granted, I could lift a tractor with my pinky finger, but I was a happy boy nonetheless.

I had parents. A family who loved me dearly, and whom I loved even more so. They loved me, even though I was different. Even though I was not of this world. Even though I was.. special.. as my Pa used to say. I felt like I belonged.

Of course, some people didn't think so. Some people called me freak. Reported me for reasons unknown. Fear. Paranoia. Jealousy. Prevention. They were afraid of me. Even at such little age, I could see it in their eyes.

It didn't matter to me, as long as I had my family. As long as I had my Ma and Pa, I was happy, and unconcerned.

That all changed one day. Even with my memory, I don't remember the day all that well. I guess I don't want to remember it.

What I do remember is that people came. They didn't have to speak to me, I just knew they were bad. And I was right.

They took me away from my family. I tried to fight, I honestly did. But they did something to me. The last thing I remember from that day is the scream of my mother. She screamed my name. Clark Joseph Kent.

From that day forward, my name was not Clark Kent anymore.

From that day forward, people started calling me Subject Zero.

I've been in this hellhole, this facility, as they called it, for almost seventeen years. They tried to dissect me while I was conscious. They told me anesthetics didn't work on me. I don't know if they do, they never tried, as far as I can remember. They tortured me. Interrogated me, for reasons unknown to me. I always begged them to stop. I cried, I screamed, I whimpered. I begged again and again. They never stopped. They kept doing this to me.

After years and years of constant.. torture.. I stopped begging them to stop. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. I wouldn't, because I realized that they enjoyed it when I begged for them to stop. When I cried.

They tried to break me, over and over again. They tried, and they failed.

I'm damaged, not broken.

And one day, I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to join the world again. I'm going to see my parents again. Whether the people here like it or not. I'm not their slave. I'm not their pawn. And I'm certainly not their plaything. I know my value, even if the others here don't know their own.


Yeah, so this is the prologue. I hope you liked it. Please, write a review and let me know what you liked/didn't like.

See you next time:)