Author's Note: First, I would like to apologize. I accidentally. Put up a chapter from a different story here, but I am fixing it now.

Second, some things may not make sense yet, but remember, this is an Alternate Reality, and these things will be explained.

Third, I would like to thank whomever the anonymous person was who gave me my first ever fan-fiction review. I am very grateful, and while I do not really understand how it is relevant, I agree with what you said, and it is something I try to show. Nobody outside of a kids show decides to be evil. They think they are good; they just have a skewed perspective. Humanity and gray areas are what make a great story. I hope you felt I did this, but if you were saying I did not, clarify that, and I will certainly work on it. It is also clear you are very knowledgeable, good for you. I have never heard of The Boys. What is it? Thank you so much! Seriously! A first review is a milestone. Glad to know somebody is reading.

Chapter One

Alex watched his girlfriend smile brightly on top of the pyramid. It felt like Lana was smiling just for him. Finally, when practice was over, she broke away from the squad and approached him.

"Hey." She said, giving his a sweet peck. He grabbed her as she started to pull back and kissed her passionately. Lana was not one for public displays, but she let herself get lost in Alex for a minute.

"That's better." He said.

"What do you mean?" she asked breathlessly.

"I was starting to think you were mad at me. Light pecks instead of actual kisses…and you've been so distant lately."

Lana sighed. She had known this conversation was coming, "Alex, we're graduating soon. Leaving Smallville. You are going to be in California, I plan to be in Hartford. It's not exactly a recipe for a successful relationship."

"So, what, you're saying you want to break up?"

"No, of course not. I just don't want to get too attached when we're going to have to say goodbye soon."

"Well, that's a real shame, because I am so completely attached to you Miss Lang that a samurai sword could not break me from your side. My heart has left my chest and entered yours, and if I get to far from you, the blood will cease to flow through my veins."

"After a speech like that…how could I not fall in love with you." Lana froze. They had never said it before. She had thought it, but they had never spoken it, not yet. It was the scariest thing in the world, being in love, admitting it out loud.

"I love you too." Alex said. Lana kissed him. It was the scariest thing in the world to be in love, but it could also be the most wonderful.

Homecoming queen and quarterback play tonsil tennis for the millionth time after practice as the rest of the school has to sit and watch the stupidity of it all. The funny part is, they probably do not even like each other, they are just one of those couples who stay together because they look good together, and everybody will think they have it all and be jealous. Lana Lang has dated every quarterback since high school started, Whitney, Damon, Alex. One girl, three guys, all the same person. Bizarre reality.

"Hey, Sullivan!" Chloe was snapped out of her mental judgments by one of the Neanderthals in jockstraps, "What are you doing on the bleachers? I thought you boycotted all things sports related."

"A good journalist needs to be well informed of even the most vile parts of society." She shot back venomously.

"Whatever, why don't you disappear so Tara and I can have the bleachers." He said, motioning toward the cheerleader on his right. Tara stood awkwardly waiting. Ditz's and Neanderthal's. Did it get anymore cliché?

"Oh, sorry, I just figured that you wouldn't be doing anything on a bench until that rash cleared up, my mistake." Tara looked at the guy, shocked as Chloe got off the bleachers, "All yours." She said dramatically as she motioned to the spot she had been sitting at.

She left not looking to see the effects of what she said. She had to get The Underground out soon.

When Chloe reached her offices, she took a quick inventory. It was pretty hard running a paper with no resources, but she would not be discouraged. She used to be in charge of The Torch, the Smallville High Paper, but after many articles that the principal had deemed fanciful, scary, and lacking evidence, she had been sacked. Alice Stanley now ran the paper. The girl was not a horrible person, but her idea of a hard news story was who won the science fair and which teacher was up for tenure. Chloe had refused to be silenced, and had started an underground, untraceable paper that reported the truth. However, with being the only employee, lacking any kind of funding, and having to work under that radar, she was seriously handicapped.

She scanned her server, looking for any detail that somebody in this hick town had overlooked in their desire to live in ignorance, keeping things perfect and pleasant. She was surprised to see something about Smallville in The Daily Planet. Clicking on the article, she read:

Famous Billionaire Mogul and Family Choose to Leave City Life For Small Town.

Suddenly, Chloe knew her shot had come. The most famous and influential family was moving to Smallville, and for once, even The Planet could not be accurate. There was not way in hell the Luthor's were moving to Smallville just so they could get in touch with their inner Jacob Witting.

There was a mystery here, the kind that made Chloe tingle with anticipation. It could even be Pulitzer worthy… calm down Sullivan, don't get ahead of yourself.

The article said that as of tomorrow, the Luthors would be moving in to The Mansion, The crowning architectural glory of Smallville.

Chloe grabbed her bag. She was going for a drive.