PROLOGUE:

Clark Kent stepped into the Kent house, closing the door behind him, and pushed his hood back.

"Hey Smallville!" said a cheerful voice.

Clark shook his head back and forth like a dog, black hair spraying water all over the place, including on his visitor. His coat was grabbed out of his hands.

"Hey, stop that!" Lois Lane complained. "You're getting me wet!"

"Lois? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know, I can't come by to say hello to a friend?"

"There's a blizzard outside..." Clark said.

"I got here before the blizzard," Lois replied with a grin.

"I'm a bit wet," Clark said. "Do you mind if I go upstairs to change?"

"Sure," said Lois, heading towards the kitchen and dumping Clark's coat unceremoniously on the floor. Clark rolled his eyes and lifted it up, hanging it in a closet before speeding upstairs when he was sure Lois wasn't looking.

A few minutes later, he was back on the first floor, in dry clothes, and found Lois still in the kitchen, sitting at the table. Two empty mugs were on the counter, and Lois was studying a sheet of paper.

"What's that?" asked Clark, looking at the empty envelope on the table and offering Lois the towel. She made no more to take it though, too engrossed in her reading.

"Letter I found in the doorway," she said absently in answer to Clark's question.

He frowned. "You're reading my mail?" he questioned, feeling irritation he often felt toward Lois growing in his stomach.

"Just this... it had this cool family insignia thing on it and looked really official, I was curious," Lois defended herself.

"Your curiosity is going to kill you at some point, Lois," Clark said, shaking his head as he leaned forward and plucked the letter out of her hand, reading it himself.

To Mr. Clark Kent,

You are cordially invited to the Goldworthington Mansion to attend a party in celebration on the opening of the mansion, in honor of the memory of the host Herod Goldworthington II's late father. The mansion was brought stone to stone from Ireland, and on this date Mr. Goldworthington will be celebrating its completion.

You are allowed to bring one guest along with you, and you are to arrive on the 20th of December between the hours of 03:PM to 05:00PM. The celebrations will last through the weekend, and you will be provided with sleeping quarters.

Please send a response to this letter by the 18th of December of whether you will be attending and whom your are bringing.

Hoping to have the honor of your presence,

Herod Goldworthington II

Clark set the paper down on the table, glancing at Lois.

"You read my mail," he stated, still feeling angry.

She was bouncing excitedly in her seat though. "Forget about that, Smallville! We're going to Goldworthington Mansion! I've heard of the man. He's some rich billionaire, even richer than the Luthors. His mansion was brought straight from England, which is where he originated, and it..."

Clark tuned out Lois's rambling, examining the strange seal at the bottom of the letter. Something about it looked suspicious...

"Lois," he said suddenly, cutting her off. "I'm not going."

Her face fell. "Why not?"

He sighed. "I don't even know who this Goldworthington guy is, or how he knows who I am."

"Who cares?" said Lois. "This is still so cool! You should go... and take me with! There's something fishy about him after he seemed to make a huge profit off a company and it went broke last month when-"

"What?" said Clark, suddenly looking closely at his friend. Lois looked startled.

"What, what?" she said, puzzled.

"You think Goldworthington is behind some crime or something?"

Lois nodded eagerly. "If we could find out what he's doing, it would definitely get me a front page at the Daily Planet!"

Clark shook his head. "Lois..."

"Fine, us, can't we please go?"

Clark groaned inwardly. Once Lois made up her mind, it was almost impossible to change it. Still, he didn't know who this Goldworthington man was. He was intending on going, but he would have preferred to go on his own in case something bad happened.

"I really don't think it would be a good idea..." Clark started, and saw Lois's expression. He knew it was a losing battle. She had already started trying to convince him again when he was spacing out.

"Fine!" he said, throwing up his hands in defeat. "We'll go."

Lois beamed. "Thanks, Smallville!"

"Now, do you want to explain what you're doing here?"

"Nope," Lois sang out, and headed toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

"Wouldn't it be better to wait out the storm?"

"Oh. Right. I suppose." Lois plopped back onto the couch, and started flipping through TV channels.

Clark sat next to her and let out an exasperated sigh, trying to convince himself the bitter taste in his mouth about this party was unnecessary worrying.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the bad feeling about this weekend.

To be continued...

So, this is the prologue, which is why it's so short. Hopefully the next chapters will be longer and better. This is my first Smallville story, I'm doing my best, but I don't know if I will be able to get the characters right. If there's any constructive criticism, feel free to toss it out!

Also, don't forget to review! Reviews are awesome!

Next time, Chapter One is out! They arrive at the mansion, and the mystery begins...