LIFE OF A STONE
This is a direct story from Vivian Stone of the legendary Stone's of Gotham City. Nothing has been altered or reedited. These are her exact words and feelings.
This will be the last you hear of me because once I write the truth of my life the authorities will be haunting me down. I am a criminal in a sense and I've hurt to many people to let this go unnoticed. I'm a seductress, a burglar, and a murderer. I am Catwoman.
I wasn't a very well liked child. My parents weren't the best people to be having children but they tried as best they knew how. When I turned ten they sent me away to Halton Boarding School. They said it would "help me become what I needed to become in order to survive the harsh world that awaited me". Those words still haunt me. I didn't have a single friend when I arrived. Rich kids get richer by making others feel poor. And I was the poorest rich kid in the school. That was until I found a short cut through the boys history building and ran into one you might know as Lex Luthor. He was my only friend. And despite my father's harsh words against his family name I loved him. We shared a love of history and a hatred of our last names that no other could imagine. Our fathers were at each other throats when they found out about our budding relationship. They hated it so much that Lionel Luthor took Lex out of Halton leaving me again friendless and alone. You could say that I took a vow of silence after Lex was taken from me. I didn't speak to anyone for almost three years. That was until my parents were also taken from me. We were driving to a business party my father had to make an appearance at when our engine died. The next thing I remember is a burning sensation in my lungs and being thrown from the car by my mother's hand then the paramedics finding me a block away.
Something happened that day that I can't even try to explain in words. It was like I'd died and something reawake my dead body so that I could live a more fulfilling life. At that moment I knew that all that I had loved was gone and I'd have to live on my own, become my own person. So I did.
When I was seventeen I found the man that killed my parents and I hung him from the rafters of his warehouse. He was a mob boss who had killed hundreds of people with his drugs and money laundering. I was doing the world a favor. No one would miss him. But the jewelry he'd stolen from my mother was what I'd been after and he'd sold to a jeweler to pay off a bet. I tried to reason with the jeweler but he refused to sell it to me. So I broke in and stole it back to avenge my mother's death. The rest of my story is the average life of a billionaire's orphaned daughter. I had numerous relationships that would only benefit myself and never gave up on the love I'd found as a child; the love of a Luthor. But I'm not a domestic cat. I'm a predator and there is no way you can change a panther into a pussy cat. So I leave Smallville with my head hung and my heart broken hoping that the people I knew remember me as Vivian and the people I hurt remember why. In my head I am a Luthor… in my heart I am a cat… and in reality I'm a Stone… sinking into the ocean.