Chapter One: Before the Beginning

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all."

"Shaddup. He'll hear us."

"Yeah? He'll hear us anyway. Whoever he is..."

"SHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Fine! Hmph. Bastard."

"You'll pay for that once we get out of here."

"Oh, well excuse me while I quake in my adorable, yet oh so stylish faux-designer boots! NOT. Gawd. Quit being such a grade-A ass."

"SHUT -"

Creeeeeaaaakkkkk.

"What...what was that...?"

"Shut-up you idio-"

"WHO'S THERE!?"

"SHIT!"

"SHIT!"

"RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY!!!"

That was how it all started, I suppose. We were just doing an innocent prank. Well, that's what I told the police, anyway. I had just graduated from college, after all. They expected kids like me to pull off innocently stupid vandalisms like this one seemed to be. But it wasn't, not really. Ah, shit. I bet you're all confused now, huh? Dad was so right. I suck majorly at telling stories. I think I should've started this little story a bit earlier, huh? OK, then. Rewind to my high school graduation. No...wait...no...yeah. It was probably about then when the thought first entered my stupid, stupid head.

The snow was falling down upon our heads softly, and the slight puffy sound the flakes made as they touched the accumulated snow banks was making me sleepy. Oh, yeah. I went to a high school in Alaska. A really weird one. Where the schedule was really different because all the teachers didn't want the bane of organized scheduling skills to ruin our creativity or whatever it was they said. You know all that 'Don't let the man get you down!' shiz. My parents lived for that stuff. Before they died. Anyway, it was graduating ceremony time, and everybody's face was all frozen in tears and all that mushy stuff. It was really quite beautiful, actually. I love wintertime. Snow is always so pretty and sweet. Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and normal outside. Mmmmmm...hot cocoa...

So when the graduation was over I was walking through the empty chairs, remembering stuff before I had to go back to my evil foster family. They were like Cinderella's family, but bitchier plus an evil fake-dad, too. But back to the point, I came upon this really whack article about the party scene in Metropolis. Funny, I know, but I had never been to a party before. So I snatched up the thing, and looked at all the happy faces. It was like some sort of epiphany. The chorus was there and the strobe light was on, center stage. I had been searching for something to do to get out of this nightmare of a life. Metropolis was like the lost golden city or something. Or maybe not. Too busy talking to you to work out the metaphor. Anyways, like I was saying, it was like the answer to all my problems. They looked so happy. So I got on a bus after taking all the money out of my bank account. I had gotten a few jobs at some stores and stuff over the summer once I turned 18 and legal and all. It was going to all be spent on a good book or something else like that, but that could wait until I was happy or partying or both. To make things short, I got there after a bunch of creepy encounters and a really long, drawn out romance thing that I do not want to talk about right now, as it still sucks ass.

So I got there and applied for a crapload of colleges on full scholarship. Ya know, since my grades had been pretty damn good back in glacier zone. I got into some college whose name I really don't feel like telling you. Because I'm a bitch today. And also because I kind of forgot the name, since I only went to class for the tests and diploma requirement things. I was too busy working to get bored in the classroom. I never went to even one infamous college party, though. Sucks to be me, I know. No parties for me. That idea bit the dust when I walked by one once and got an instant headache. There goes the cool partying biker chick image I had constructed of myself in my head. Poof, there went my wish to one of the happy partiers. Well, that isn't so true, I guess.

I went to one other party before that. And that is the real reason I'm here telling you this shitty story in the first place. So I can look back on this fondly when I am old and stupid to remind myself of the people I hated and to keep up grudges. In case I turn out to be one of those batty old happy ladies when I'm old. They're cool people; I just want to stay the way I am now. The party experience was exceedingly embarrassing. Ugh. I was intent upon informing you of all the nitty-gritty details just to be the impartial narrator and stuff, but I just can't do it. I can't. Suffice it to say, it was the first time I actually enjoyed having sex. And no, I'm not some girl who's finally decided to come out of the closet or whatever; it's just that after I lost my virginity, I really didn't like it. Until then. But he was cold, man. He left pretty soon. Like, seconds soon.

So I spent a boring, monotonous time in Metropolis until I graduated (finally) and got my first job: unemployment. And that is how I became a vandal. I was hired by this sketchy dude (always bad idea, the ominous music should have warned me I was walking into a hackneyed horror movie situation. But what can I say, I was desperate.). He said he would pay me for a little odd job (Again with the music. Where was it?!). He would pay a lot. I accepted. I didn't know what he wanted to do, I just was there for moral support, I suppose. Or at least, that's what I thought. And now I'm back to the actual prologue before I felt I needed to go before the beginning again to explain some stuff. So...yeah. Anyway, the cops found us. He split. I was caught holding the proverbial bag. Or holding whatever those proverbs held. Whatever. Anyway, so I got jailed, and then released on lack of evidence. Nice, huh? And now I had a rap sheet to go on my previously empty resume.

And that is the reason my life reached a whole new level of crappiness. I have one word for you: LutherCorp.

Ickiness abound.

A/N: I know, bad narrator-ness abound, huh? Well, this is the only time I'll be letting her do the storytelling. I just felt like this would be a good beginning. I haven't seen any of the recent Smallville episodes, so this is what I always kind of felt like writing once Lex started turning evil and grey matter came up with Clark and Lana left for good and Pete had problems and Chloe was cool and all.