Experiment 001
Chapter 2: New Arrival/Little Sister?
Chloe walked into her homeroom class more excited than she had been in a long while. Rumor had it, there was a new student at school; one all the way from California. Not only that, this student had been editor of her school's newspaper. A fellow reporter was always welcome in the eyes of the young investigative journalist, and she was already trying to get the scoop on this new arrival.
The bell had not yet rang, but she spotted Clark and Pete already sitting in their seats. She took a few long strides over to them, anxious to hear what they had found out about the new student. "Hey, guys," she said, her excitement overflowing into her voice. "Did you hear anything about the new kid?"
Clark and Pete looked up, as if they didn't understand the question Chloe had, so abruptly, shot at them, "What new kid?" Pete asked, trying futilely to hide the fact that he really didn't care.
Chloe internally beamed, ever ready to show off her quick investigation skills. "The new girl! She's from California, L.A., from what I hear; and she was the editor of her last school's newspaper, AND rumor has it, she's strange. I don't know if it's "Wall of Weird" standards, but that's what's floating around."
"Come on Chloe," Clark responded, shaking his head, "She's probably scared to death to be in a new school, she doesn't need you trying to get all of her life's details out of her."
Chloe frowned, Clark and Pete just couldn't understand anything, could they? "Don't you think it's kind of weird though? Why would someone leave southern California and come here?"
Both of her friends shrugged, "Maybe she isn't from California?" Pete reasoned.
Chloe gave an exasperated sigh as the bell sounded. The teacher made an attempt to start the lesson, when the door to the classroom was slowly and unsurely opened. A girl, who seemed very young, walked in. She wore a red schoolgirl miniskirt, red stockings with black fishnet stockings over, and a black fishnet shirt that stopped just short of covering her navel, which was pierced with a silver bar. Black, silver buckled combat boots covered her feet and up to her mid-calf. Her chocolate curly hair had a single streak of indigo running down the front right side, and black eyeliner circled her dark eyes, that matched the exact brown of her hair, and ran into a point at her temples. She looked around the classroom and trudged to the teacher. She handed the adult a slip of paper, keeping her eyes glued to the floor the entire time.
The teacher smiled, "Class, this is........." she looked back at the paper, moving it farther and nearer to her eyes, as if she was trying to adjust its focus, "Al.........All.........Ox.........Ms. Lu—"
"Uh-lay-Ox-uh, just Alli-Oxah." The girl spoke in a voice much softer than anyone who looked so frightening should. "But people usually simply call me Alley."
"Well, Ms. Alley, why don't you tell us a little about yourself? Like where you come from? What you like to do?"
Alley shifted uncomfortable, "Alright," she paused, looking as if she was trying to gather the courage. "My name, as I said, is Alli-Oxah. I have lived many places." Her words were chosen very carefully, and she looked as if she had to think very hard before she spoke them. "Los Angeles was the last........." she closed her eyes for a moment, as if she was thinking, "City?" She whispered, she nodded once to herself, "City," she said a little louder, "where I lived."
One of the jocks in a letterman's jacket laughed, "Nervous, freak? Can't remember how to talk?"
A few students snickered.
She lowered her head, "I am sorry, it is hard for me to remember a few English words, on occasion. Being—'nervous'—I believe does not.........help."
"Where else have you lived?" The teacher asked, trying to pull the girl away from her difficult situation.
"New York, Boston, Miami, Huston, and a few other places. I have moved many times sin—since I was eight."
"And what about before that?" Chloe asked before she could stop herself, her curiosity finally getting to her.
The girl looked away, "May I please have a seat?" Alley asked the teacher.
"Yes," came the answer, "Mr. Kent, please raise your hand, you can have the empty seat next to Clark."
"Shi-ay," she whispered, then froze, "I am sorry, I-I meant, 'th-thank you'." She didn't even wait for a reply before she took her seat.
Chloe, Clark and Pete exchanged surprised glances, then turned back to the teacher, who had restarted the lesson.
Class progressed and ended uneventfully; when the bell rang, Chloe stood, and noticed that in Alley's notebook, weird notes were written:
1= w-n
2= t-oh
3= th-ruh-ee
4= fuh-oh-rah
5= fuh-iy-v
6= sss-eih-cks
7= sss-eh-v-nn
8= aye-t
9= n-aye-n
20= t-w-n-t-ee
30= th-rr-t-ee
40= fuh-oh-fah-t-ee
And so on to about 1,000= w-n-th-ow-ss-ah-n-duh.
"What's that?" Chloe asked.
The girl quickly closed her notebook, and whispered, "Nothing," before she grabbed her backpack and left the room.
"Good going, Chloe," Pete patted her shoulder.
She sighed and grabbed her own books, ready to leave. "Not very talkative, is she?"
"She's just nervous, and she doesn't seem to speak that well," Clark answered. I wonder what language she speaks?"
"I don't know, but I want to know what she did before she was eight," Chloe answered.
"Leave her alone, Chloe," Clark asked, "She doesn't need you making everything harder."
Chloe sighed, but refused to give up. She was never one to give up a great story.
The three left the class room and walked down the hall, just in time to see three jocks grab Alley and push her up to the lockers, "You're mouth is going to get you into trouble, Freak."
"It would not be the first time," she answered dangerously, staring into the eyes of the boy holding her.
"Why, you.........!" He snarled back.
"Excuse me?" A male voice asked calmly. "Is there a problem here?"
The three boys turned slowly. "M—Mr. Luthor, no, nothing's wrong."
Lex smiled, "Then will you please unhand my little sister?"
The boys jumped away from Alley as is she was on fire. Chloe, Clark and Pete just watched, riveted and perplexed.
"Thank you; now, don't you have a class to get to?"
The three boys scrambled away without a word.
Lex sighed, "You okay?"
Alley smiled, "Of course!"
Lex gathered her in a hug, "Why don't you ever listen to me when I tell you to be careful?" He asked, a true smile lighting his face. It wasn't the false smiles that he usually tried to pass off, but a true smile, that even lit his eyes. "You are going to get yourself killed and then what would I tell our father?"
Alley shook her head, "What's your point, Alex? You're far too old to attend a school, aren't you?"
"You forgot this," Lex answered, holding out a brown paper bag. "My cooks took the time to make you a wonderful lunch, the least you could do is take it."
Alley laughed, "I made myself a lunch, unlike you, I don't enjoy having people do everything for me. I like to do things for myself."
Lex laughed, "Fine, I understand. OH, you left before I could ask you, can I pick you up and take you out for some coffee?"
She smiled and nodded, "Fi, Alex, mi-ro ha-et so-I-la he bre coffee."
Lex closed his eyes and thought for a moment. He opened them and smiled, "Sorry, I'm a bit out of practice, "Yes, I would blank to blank coffee?"
"Love and get," she answered.
"Right, the Porsche fine?"
She shook her head, "Why must you insist on such automobiles? They are.........overpriced?" She looked at him and he nodded, "Overpriced and useless. A much more inex-inexpen.........sive, one would be fine."
"It doesn't matter. I'll pick you up, fi?"
She smiled, "Fi."
"Oh, and look for a Clark Kent. He's one of the nicest people in this town."
"I shall," she answered.
Lex kissed her on the cheek, "Please, don't piss off anyone else in the meantime, alright?"
"Fi, jira."
Lex laughed. "Good, suu."
Then they both parted ways.
"Clark," Chloe asked, "does Lex Luthor have a sister?"
"Not that I know of."
Chloe smiled. This was turning out to be even better than she had originally thought!
A/N: Wow, I got a whole bunch of reviews! ::does the dance of joy:: I never expected that many. Thank you to everyone! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I do try. Please tell me what you think, the more reviews I get, the faster I update.
Next chapter: The Coffee Shop: Lex and Alley have some coffee.........and a mad scientist returns to reek havoc on the Luthers.
Chapter 2: New Arrival/Little Sister?
Chloe walked into her homeroom class more excited than she had been in a long while. Rumor had it, there was a new student at school; one all the way from California. Not only that, this student had been editor of her school's newspaper. A fellow reporter was always welcome in the eyes of the young investigative journalist, and she was already trying to get the scoop on this new arrival.
The bell had not yet rang, but she spotted Clark and Pete already sitting in their seats. She took a few long strides over to them, anxious to hear what they had found out about the new student. "Hey, guys," she said, her excitement overflowing into her voice. "Did you hear anything about the new kid?"
Clark and Pete looked up, as if they didn't understand the question Chloe had, so abruptly, shot at them, "What new kid?" Pete asked, trying futilely to hide the fact that he really didn't care.
Chloe internally beamed, ever ready to show off her quick investigation skills. "The new girl! She's from California, L.A., from what I hear; and she was the editor of her last school's newspaper, AND rumor has it, she's strange. I don't know if it's "Wall of Weird" standards, but that's what's floating around."
"Come on Chloe," Clark responded, shaking his head, "She's probably scared to death to be in a new school, she doesn't need you trying to get all of her life's details out of her."
Chloe frowned, Clark and Pete just couldn't understand anything, could they? "Don't you think it's kind of weird though? Why would someone leave southern California and come here?"
Both of her friends shrugged, "Maybe she isn't from California?" Pete reasoned.
Chloe gave an exasperated sigh as the bell sounded. The teacher made an attempt to start the lesson, when the door to the classroom was slowly and unsurely opened. A girl, who seemed very young, walked in. She wore a red schoolgirl miniskirt, red stockings with black fishnet stockings over, and a black fishnet shirt that stopped just short of covering her navel, which was pierced with a silver bar. Black, silver buckled combat boots covered her feet and up to her mid-calf. Her chocolate curly hair had a single streak of indigo running down the front right side, and black eyeliner circled her dark eyes, that matched the exact brown of her hair, and ran into a point at her temples. She looked around the classroom and trudged to the teacher. She handed the adult a slip of paper, keeping her eyes glued to the floor the entire time.
The teacher smiled, "Class, this is........." she looked back at the paper, moving it farther and nearer to her eyes, as if she was trying to adjust its focus, "Al.........All.........Ox.........Ms. Lu—"
"Uh-lay-Ox-uh, just Alli-Oxah." The girl spoke in a voice much softer than anyone who looked so frightening should. "But people usually simply call me Alley."
"Well, Ms. Alley, why don't you tell us a little about yourself? Like where you come from? What you like to do?"
Alley shifted uncomfortable, "Alright," she paused, looking as if she was trying to gather the courage. "My name, as I said, is Alli-Oxah. I have lived many places." Her words were chosen very carefully, and she looked as if she had to think very hard before she spoke them. "Los Angeles was the last........." she closed her eyes for a moment, as if she was thinking, "City?" She whispered, she nodded once to herself, "City," she said a little louder, "where I lived."
One of the jocks in a letterman's jacket laughed, "Nervous, freak? Can't remember how to talk?"
A few students snickered.
She lowered her head, "I am sorry, it is hard for me to remember a few English words, on occasion. Being—'nervous'—I believe does not.........help."
"Where else have you lived?" The teacher asked, trying to pull the girl away from her difficult situation.
"New York, Boston, Miami, Huston, and a few other places. I have moved many times sin—since I was eight."
"And what about before that?" Chloe asked before she could stop herself, her curiosity finally getting to her.
The girl looked away, "May I please have a seat?" Alley asked the teacher.
"Yes," came the answer, "Mr. Kent, please raise your hand, you can have the empty seat next to Clark."
"Shi-ay," she whispered, then froze, "I am sorry, I-I meant, 'th-thank you'." She didn't even wait for a reply before she took her seat.
Chloe, Clark and Pete exchanged surprised glances, then turned back to the teacher, who had restarted the lesson.
Class progressed and ended uneventfully; when the bell rang, Chloe stood, and noticed that in Alley's notebook, weird notes were written:
1= w-n
2= t-oh
3= th-ruh-ee
4= fuh-oh-rah
5= fuh-iy-v
6= sss-eih-cks
7= sss-eh-v-nn
8= aye-t
9= n-aye-n
20= t-w-n-t-ee
30= th-rr-t-ee
40= fuh-oh-fah-t-ee
And so on to about 1,000= w-n-th-ow-ss-ah-n-duh.
"What's that?" Chloe asked.
The girl quickly closed her notebook, and whispered, "Nothing," before she grabbed her backpack and left the room.
"Good going, Chloe," Pete patted her shoulder.
She sighed and grabbed her own books, ready to leave. "Not very talkative, is she?"
"She's just nervous, and she doesn't seem to speak that well," Clark answered. I wonder what language she speaks?"
"I don't know, but I want to know what she did before she was eight," Chloe answered.
"Leave her alone, Chloe," Clark asked, "She doesn't need you making everything harder."
Chloe sighed, but refused to give up. She was never one to give up a great story.
The three left the class room and walked down the hall, just in time to see three jocks grab Alley and push her up to the lockers, "You're mouth is going to get you into trouble, Freak."
"It would not be the first time," she answered dangerously, staring into the eyes of the boy holding her.
"Why, you.........!" He snarled back.
"Excuse me?" A male voice asked calmly. "Is there a problem here?"
The three boys turned slowly. "M—Mr. Luthor, no, nothing's wrong."
Lex smiled, "Then will you please unhand my little sister?"
The boys jumped away from Alley as is she was on fire. Chloe, Clark and Pete just watched, riveted and perplexed.
"Thank you; now, don't you have a class to get to?"
The three boys scrambled away without a word.
Lex sighed, "You okay?"
Alley smiled, "Of course!"
Lex gathered her in a hug, "Why don't you ever listen to me when I tell you to be careful?" He asked, a true smile lighting his face. It wasn't the false smiles that he usually tried to pass off, but a true smile, that even lit his eyes. "You are going to get yourself killed and then what would I tell our father?"
Alley shook her head, "What's your point, Alex? You're far too old to attend a school, aren't you?"
"You forgot this," Lex answered, holding out a brown paper bag. "My cooks took the time to make you a wonderful lunch, the least you could do is take it."
Alley laughed, "I made myself a lunch, unlike you, I don't enjoy having people do everything for me. I like to do things for myself."
Lex laughed, "Fine, I understand. OH, you left before I could ask you, can I pick you up and take you out for some coffee?"
She smiled and nodded, "Fi, Alex, mi-ro ha-et so-I-la he bre coffee."
Lex closed his eyes and thought for a moment. He opened them and smiled, "Sorry, I'm a bit out of practice, "Yes, I would blank to blank coffee?"
"Love and get," she answered.
"Right, the Porsche fine?"
She shook her head, "Why must you insist on such automobiles? They are.........overpriced?" She looked at him and he nodded, "Overpriced and useless. A much more inex-inexpen.........sive, one would be fine."
"It doesn't matter. I'll pick you up, fi?"
She smiled, "Fi."
"Oh, and look for a Clark Kent. He's one of the nicest people in this town."
"I shall," she answered.
Lex kissed her on the cheek, "Please, don't piss off anyone else in the meantime, alright?"
"Fi, jira."
Lex laughed. "Good, suu."
Then they both parted ways.
"Clark," Chloe asked, "does Lex Luthor have a sister?"
"Not that I know of."
Chloe smiled. This was turning out to be even better than she had originally thought!
A/N: Wow, I got a whole bunch of reviews! ::does the dance of joy:: I never expected that many. Thank you to everyone! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I do try. Please tell me what you think, the more reviews I get, the faster I update.
Next chapter: The Coffee Shop: Lex and Alley have some coffee.........and a mad scientist returns to reek havoc on the Luthers.