Luthor Corp Secrets

by Rose'of'the'Rune

This is my very first Fanfiction and I am sooo excited! This story is about an experiment of Lionel Luthor's to create life from practically nothing. Three years pass and there is an explosion at the lab and Lionel abandons the experiment. Lex finds her and represses all her memories from the last three years. She grows up thinking Lex is her father, now 17 she starts to remembe

Chapter one

Where am I? What's happening? I am Malaya. Malaya Kale. I am 17….no… I am 3 years old. I'm in a hallway, I think. There's a lot of them, and doors. A lot of doors. There's people, all running around. I'm crying. What's going on? No one's helping me. I'm alone. Florescent lights flicker above me. I am alone. Crystal

I am 17. I'm running through hallways searching for something… no someone. Anyone. I run past an open door. I realize there was something there. I quickly backtrack to it. There is a boy. He looks young. 2 or 3. He is crying. He is alone. I see myself there. I must help him. I ask if he's alright. He nods and clings to me. I have to get him out. The ground shakes. I must get out.

I am 3 years old. The ground is shaking. Something is happening. There are loud booms. The lights flicker more. The people are running. All in one direction. No one is stopping. No one will help me… No. Someone stops. Someone noticed me. Will she help me? Another person stops. Will he help me? He tugs on her arm, trying to take her away. Why won't he let her help me? Why is he trying to take her away? He says something to her. I can't hear. She looks at me sadly. Is she going to help me?...No… She leaves me. Alone… but… what had he said?

17 again. The boy is in my arms. I run down the halls and stop again. There are two. The little girl cries as she holds her foot. It's facing the wrong way. The boy is trying to comfort her. He himself is close to tears. I pick her up as gently as I possibly could. The boy has scratches and cuts on his arms and legs. Part of the ceiling had collapsed on them. I ask him if he can walk by himself. He nods. I tell him to quickly follow close to me. He nods again and grips my shirt as we run down the halls toward the exit.

"It." I heard. "Leave it." He said, "Leave it. The experiment is not worth injury or death. It doesn't matter, just leave it…" Am I "it"? I don't understand.