Wild Irish Rose
Justice's Beginning
Summary: Chloe and Clark discover a very wounded young woman in Clark's barn barely breathing. Taking her to the hospital, she wakes up with no memory and it is up to our favorite heroes to discover her shadowed past.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or its characters. I wrote this purely for fun and to improve my own writing talents. I do, however, own my character, Rose McCree.
Author's Note: This is my first story and the beginning of a series of stories involving the members the Justice League. I would very much appreciate both criticism and praises.
Also, it is extremely important that you read the prologue. It prepares you for the discovery in the next chapter.
Prologue
Scarlet Stains
Searing pain flooded her body and mind, distorting her vision causing her to trip and come crashing to the uncaring earth. Dirt and rocks mixed with open wounds, bringing tears to her eyes as she picked herself back up and started to run again. Searching into the distant night, she hurriedly limped her way towards the only light she could still see.
It vaguely flickered in the distance, but still called out to her as her last symbol of hope. She ran through the cornfield with only one prayer on her lips. She prayed that who ever owned the light in the distance would find her in time to save her.
She came towards the end of the field and she actually began to think that she might life. Her spirit almost seemed to come alive and her mind pushed her dying body harder. The will to survive drove her to push her clearly broken leg to it limits. New waves of terrifying pain ripped up her thigh, but her will refused to give in to her fate.
Falling again, her vision blacken and she fought hard to remain consciousness. She knew that if she passed out her, she would never be found until it was far too late. Fighting with all she had, she lifted up off her knees and once again limped towards the light.
As she came nearer, she realized the light was actually the porch light on a farmhouse. She soon came out of the husks that had shielded her, and she rushed out unto the unsheltered dirt path leading to the farmhouse. Knowing that she was now a very easy target, she almost pleading looked towards the light as she continued towards it.
She ran, as best she could, like the hounds of Hades were after her because in a reality, they were. She had no idea how far behind her her attackers were, but she knew that she didn't have much time. She barely heard a bark and a few shouts behind her because her senses quickly fading due to the pain. Her long, scarlet locks blended in with the scarlet pools that were rapidly spilling across her body.
As the last of her vision began to leave her, she had a horrifying realization that she would never make it to the farmhouse. Knowing she would pass out long before she was even halfway there, her blurred mind tiredly searching for any other shelter. Looking as best she could to her right, she saw the answer to her prayers.
She shuffled into the barn and managed to finally collapse behind a tractor. She knew her chances were slim and her blood loss was now nearly irreversible by even the best of hospitals. At least, she thought, she would die in peace without giving the honor of the final blow to the enemy.
Hopefully, whenever the local police were notified of her body, they would find something about the man who arranged for her death. She doubted it would seal her murderer's fate, but at least her death might draw attention to his horrifying activities. Then, she would have at least died for something.
She somehow, with the lightest of movements, made one last attempt to hide herself with a slight blanket of hay. The blood made the hay cling to her face, hands, and now drenched clothing. As she held her hand over her the bubbling gap on her stomach, she glanced up with weak emerald eyes at the sky above her.
From what best she could see, there was some sort of a loft above her. Staring up at it, she clinched once again the only possession of value she had tightly in her hand. She felt the rounded beads and the oval sapphire prick her palm. Hearing a sound, she glanced down to see, to her relief, a pair of red pumps near her head. The owner was a blonde that had not seemed to notice her yet.
Making a pained, muffled sound, she watched to the blonde turned around in her direction. Glancing around, the light haired woman looked down to her and a look of uncensored horror came over her face. Screaming a name that she could not understand through her fading senses, the young woman rushed over to her and the wounded woman tried not to scream as a coat was pulled around her as if to seal in what little blood she had left.
The eyes of her worried heroine roamed over her bruised body. They then came back to meet the tired eyes of the dying red head. Lighting clasping one of the hands holding the coat around her, Chloe felt the bracelet in her hand. Seeing the hand drop from her own, Chloe looks at the very expensive and beautiful piece of jewelry she now held. Chloe then looked up to watch as the young woman's eyes finally began to close and one last sound fell from her lips.
"Scathach." Chloe's confused yes only widened. "The secret is Scathach," were the last words she managed to whisper.
Author's Note: I hoped you liked this and I would love to get some reviews. I am trying my best to write the timeline of this story like an episode of Smallville. Let's see how I fair.