HOLA PEOPLE!
This is my 1st fic, and as of now I have it all planned out up to the middle...Review if ya like, review more if ya don't (i feel that flames are character building)...ENJOY!
Title: Eris (godess of discord BTW)
Rating: PG-13
Disclamer:I own a lot of things;this story is one of them...however the charactersare simply on loan...don't like it? Take it up with DC Comics...
Summary: Read n' see
A/N: This may be a long one, folks!
Chapter 1: The End
The man walked through the blackened hallway, sputtering and choking on the smoke that permeated the hall. Two charred bodies lay in front of him, and his clothes were torn into rags, but all he could see was the door, a portal through which his life would be forever altered. He briskly maneuvered over the wreckage toward the door, a cool wind rustling the ashes and drying the sweat on his forehead. He placed his hand on the lock and inserted a key, but then hesitated, and looked back at his handiwork. He realized that he was almost unstoppable, that the entire world could be within his grasp if he so wished. There were only a few obstacles that he would need to "take care of."
He turned the knob and jerked the door open. The room had an uninviting air about it. It was a harsh blue, and hot from the flames that had erupted outside. The man stepped toward the desk, and discovered his target, the one person who had controlled his life, made him a rock, a force to be reckoned with, possibly a madman. The man chuckled at this thought. He stooped by the desk and saw his target huddled under it, clutching his chest and shaking. Look at him, acting like a scared child, though the man. He deserves to die, and who better than me to finish him?
"Goodbye, father." And with these final thoughts, Lex Luthor pulled his trigger.
