A skinny young girl named Charlie Sullivan with long brown hair and bangs that covered her piercing green eyes sat in the corner of a white padded room, with her arms constricted by an unusually tight straight jacket. She slowly rocked back and forth to the whiny classical music that was flowing through multiple speakers into the room. As the music slowly became more intense she started to bang her head against the padded wall.

"Shut, the, music, off, shut, the, music, off, shut, the, music, off." She hummed along in a singsong voice as her head smacked against the wall harder and harder.

She slid herself up the wall into a standing position and charged at the opposite wall full speed, violently slamming into it. She continued to repeat this act until she got worn out, fell to the floor, and squirmed back into her corner. The door to the room that was cleverly concealed opened up and two nurses gently led Lionel Luthor in and sat him down. He was quite and seemed to be in a dream like trance. Charlie studied him intently for a long moment.

"Misery doesn't like company." Charlie venomously spat out at one of the male nurses and was ignored in return.

"Ok Mr. Luthor we will come and get you at dinner time." The stout nurse loudly shouted into Lionel's ear, receiving no type of response.

"Don't even bother man he's gone brain dead." The skinny nurse with the goatee laughed, as they both left the room and securely locked the door behind them.

"So what are you in for Slugger?" Charlie asked. "Well it obviously wasn't something that serious considering that you still have arm privileges. Me, well I hate to brag but they tossed me in the"time out room" for stabbing the doctor with a fork I pocketed from the cafeteria." She beamed proudly but still there was no response from Lionel. "Ah I see the strong silent type."

Lionel slightly turned his head and an evil little smirk spread across his face.

"I like you kid what's your name?" He asked genuinely wanting to learn more about this child.

"Well shit fire you're not brain dead! That was a convincing little show that you put on for those assholes, if I do say so myself. The name's Charlotte Sullivan but you can call me Charlie."

"I'm Lionel…"

Charlie cut him off replying with, "Luthor. You're Lionel Luthor. I remember your son Lex was in here a while back. Poor boy, you think with all the money you rake in you could get the boy a toupee or a hat."

Lionel chuckled at this girl's forwardness and then his mind suddenly mentally bitch slapped him.

"Sullivan. Sullivan. Chloe Sullivan." He said out loud. "Are you related to a Chloe Sullivan?" He asked crawling closer to Charlie.

"Why?" Charlie was now becoming intrigued.

"Let me see your eyes." Lionel asked leaning in closer.

Without protesting Charlie shook her head moving her bangs to the side of her face. Lionel sat back and smiled knowingly. This girl was somehow related to Chloe Sullivan. She had the same green eyes only hers were 10 shades lighter and hauntingly beautiful.

"Now why would you be in Belle Reeve?" Lionel said half asking Charlie and half asking himself.

"I'm in here, Mr. Luthor, because those pesky little meteor rocks just happened to make me SPECIAL." She replied as a glimmer flashed in her eyes.

Lionel began to hysterically laugh to himself. It seemed like he had just made a new friend that could be of value to him.

Sorry I had to leave it like this but I need sleep lol. The next chapter will be up very, very soon I promise and the third chapter to my other story will be up later today. In the next chapter you will learn more about Charlie and how the meteor rocks affected her.