The Purple People Eater (sort of)
Disclaimer: nope, not mine, but I can tourtue 'em! holds up huge chainsaw> if ya know what I mean...
Chapter 1
Lex Luthor was bored. Seeing no point in going for a drive, he decided to walk through the woods. No real reason, he just wanted to get away from technology, and all of it's monotonous trifles.
The air was crisp and clean. Lex let out a sigh, sometimes he had really hated his father was sending him to Smallvile, but this was one rare moment were Lex appreciated his banishment from Metropolis. In the woods colors bloomed around him distracting his attention from corporate sharks, and the creature lurking behind him. He didn't even notice the rustling of the leaves, the heavy breath, it's bristling fur, at least not until it was to late.
Lex turned to look back at his grotesque mansion, but instead he saw two green, sickly glowing orbs coming straight at his throat. Immediately Lex threw a right hook at the monster. It was wolfish. Immensely huge and wolfish. Perhaps strangest of all was the blonde highlights on it's bristling fur. It lay on the ground, now, seemingly unconscious from Lex's punch. As the resident billionaire bent next to it to check if it was still alive, it sprung. Lex found, that is was now he sprawled on his back. Such strength! Infact it took all of Lex's strength to keep the creature from his throat, but that didn't stop the wolf from biting his wrist. The last conscious thing the injured Lex remembered was shouting "Clark!" at the top of his lungs. Then black oblivion and silence.
Not a soul in Smallvile stirred from their activities, oblivious of the creeping chaos that would soon wreak havoc on the town. Unaware of the source lying limply in the forest, turning a deep crimson with each passing second.
To Be Continued...MU-HA-HA-HA!
Previw of next chapter:
Lex was just a limp figure, his black coat made him look like a log. It didn't register to Clark that his best friend was dying from blood loss until he was at the loft ...
Is he gonna make it? (Lex from the background: I'M A SURVIOR! I MIGHT NOT MAKE IT! whoais whacked over the head by Lionel to get him to stop singing...)