The Shooting

Clark allowed the peaceful music to float through his ears. He was at the Spring Formal, and he was all dressed up. He watched thick crowds of couples bustle past him. Suddenly Chloe and Pete came into view. Chloe's face lit up and she steered Pete over to Clark

"Hey, Clark!" She said. Clark smiled at the scene of his friends.

"Hey, Chloe. Hey, Pete." He said.

"Too bad you couldn't go with Lana." Pete placed a hand on Clark's shoulder and all eyes fell on Lana and Whitney.

"It's ok. I'm doing great. Go have a good time!" Clark reassured Pete. Pete and Chloe strode to the dance floor. Clark looked at his brightly polished shoes, and he waited.

Thrusting books and delicacies everywhere, Lex searched his bookshelf for his precious octagon trinket that seemed to have gone missing. Suddenly he heard his door open and a tall, wiry man with solemn grey eyes strode in.

"May I ask who you are?" Lex inquired.

"I need to discuss this trinket of yours." The man ignored Lex's question and held up a silver octagon; It's shine glinting. Lex became speechless. Then he managed to say,

"Where did you get that? WHO ARE YOU?" He slammed his fist into his mahogany oak table, sending important papers hovering to the floor.

"You should really take anger management classes." The man said coolly, again ignoring Lex's questions.

" I think this trinket may be connected to something. Or someone." The man's greasy face stretched into an unfriendly, sly smile.

"You can hire me to do spy work."

Lex compromised with the man. Apparently, his name was Taylor Wogener. Taylor wanted to spy on the Kents. Lex paid him a load of money to stay away from them. They were in mid hand shake. Suddenly, something was pounding the house. The noise came again, and then the sound of a window shattering, and then a woman shrieked. Lex and the man were speechless. An eerie silence filled the room. Suddenly, an awful booming sound pierced the room, and echoed off of the walls. Taylor's eyes were fixed in a forever horror filled gaze, and they were glazed with an eerie shine. He tumbled to the floor. Lex peeled his hand away from Taylor's.

"Ew! Icky! Corpsey! Eww!" Lex started to rub his hand on his jacket.

"Ew, now my jacket's all corpsey! Wait… this is my dad's! Ew!" Lex started rubbing again. He looked up, but no trace of a person was there. It looked as though Taylor had just suddenly dropped dead. But he was shot. Lex saw the gun wound in Taylor's jacket. Lex reached over to call the police, but not before plucking his precious octagon from Taylor's hand…..

Author's notes: Ok, I'm going to do the main plot next chapter. Thanks for reading. I don't own any Smallville original characters.