-1Chapter One- Clark
The air was crisp and bit at his chest. He didn't pay it any mind as he made his way down the city sidewalk. It was late, but the city lights kept the streets bright. He was on his way to his favorite place, in his favorite city, at his favorite time of night.
If you were a regular at Club Moonlight, than the raven haired, broad built, bad boy that just walked in was a normal sight to see. Not many knew his real name, most just called him Kal. Helped when the law would get close to catching him and the thugs he hung out with.
If you asked the bartender, he'd tell you: "Kal, well he's a dark kid. From what I hear, his parents are dead and he's living with a foster family. They don't care about him so he spends his nights here or on the street breaking the law. Lucky for him, he hasn't been caught. Let me warn you though, he's got a temper and will beat ya up."
That was the most anyone knew about 'Kal'. He always wore dark colors, had a lot of money that he most likely stole, drank, and he wasn't one for talk.
Tonight, like any other night, Kal walked up to the bar and placed a hundred down. The bartender nodded and poured him his usual drink, "wild thing". Kal leaned against the bar, drink in hand and watched the crowd.
He had an hour to kill before he needed to met the boys. They had a job tonight that was going to bring in the riches. His muscles were aching to join in, and they had mentioned they needed him. He took a sip of his drink. A perfect blend of lime juice, cranberry juice, club soda and tequila.
He found a hot blonde over on the dance floor with no company. He smirked and downed the last of his drink. He put his glass down and made his way to the dance floor. The crowd parted for his big frame, not simply because he was big, but he looked mean too.
The blonde noticed him coming straight for her and she smiled. He reached her and grabbed her hips, forcing her into a rhythm with his own. She matched him move for move as the dance got more physical. Not long she was panting and her cheeks blood red. He smirked again, knowing he got to her, and pulled away. She looked at him confused but he shrugged and walked off, heading to the back of the bar. He chuckled to himself at his cruelty, but truth was, she wasn't his type.
The bouncer in the back let him pass to enter a long dark hallway. He approached the only door at the very end and knocked. A slot opened at eye level.
"I've got a twenty in my pocket."
The slot slammed shut and the door was pulled open. He pushed his way past and headed for the round table in the center of the dark room. The table was full, except for one empty chair which he took. He leaned back and placed his feet on the table top. A man stood and nodded to him in greeting. Now that everyone was there, they could begin.
"We've got the big one fellas. Mr. Luthor himself. We've got word of a shipment on the docks with a load of loot. Ours for the taking. Big guns will take out Luthor's guns. We snag and get out." The obvious leader spoke with a gangster accent.
Clark huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. This was like any other job, only Luthor was known for no mercy if his villains were caught. The game plan was drawn and Clark listened for his job. He was to take out the 2 goons on the right of the dock. A simple job he could handle.
The group parted and they made their separate ways to the dock. Clark walked the streets with his usual 'I'm bad ass' attitude and no one messed with him. Even the lower level thugs left him alone. He was safe when roaming the streets, only tonight he was on a mission.
He smiled just thinking about the riches he'd received. Everyone knew that the Luthor's were ruling the world and had the money to prove it. They wouldn't miss what they were about to take.
He reached the dock around the same time as the other's. When the signal was given he made his way out behind the crates to the two guards. He slammed a pipe to the back of the left and he crumbled to the ground with a muffled grunt.
The other guard turned around in time to see Clark smile at him and plant his fist into his face. The man fell to the ground hard and fast. Blood stained the pavement from his bloody nose as he pulled out his taser.
Clark tried to dodge but the device caught his leg. The electrical current brought him to his knees where the guard brought the taser to his groin. The pain was unbearable as Clark fell the rest of the way down, holding his groin in pain. He could see blue and red lights in the distance.
He heard his comrades shout to each other, "The police!" and "Run!!" but he couldn't bring himself to move. The guard stood to his feet and smirked down at him. He was going to get caught if he didn't move. Clark was able to reach up with enough force to ball the guy standing above him. He doubled over and Clark brought his foot to connect with the side of his head.
The guy fell to the ground and Clark scrambled to his feet. He moved slow, the pain past his waist was slowing him down. The sirens could be heard and the lights stopped moving forward. The police were here. Clark saw them rushing around the corner and despite the pain he took off as fast as he could.
The cops were hot on his tail as Clark ran through the alley. If he could just make it over the fence in front of him he'd be free. He jumped, almost making it to the top. With a grunt he started to climb. He felt the fence shake beneath him. A cop had closed in on him and jumped on the fence as well.
Clark felt a tug at his jeans and tried to kick the guy off. It was no use, his grip was slipping. With a final attempt to get over, he fell to the ground. Cops were on top of him before he could catch his breath. His arms were pulled back and he could feel the coolness of metal against his wrists as one of the cops read him his rights.
Clark stood in his only suit while awaiting his judgment in the court house. His foster parents sat in one of the rows. They were actually his ex-foster parents. When he'd been thrown in jail they decided they didn't want him anymore. 'Way to be parents' he thought as the judge looked up from his papers.
"Clark Kent, you have done some damaging things in your youth. It will take a lot of hard work to regain trust in the adult world. With your foster parents withdrawing guardianship you are left to the state. I have two options: one being you go to jail for the charges of assault, trespassing, theft, and attempt of theft. However I'm more inclined to go with option two." The judge said staring down at Clark.
"Option two was presented to me from Mr. Luthor himself. His son Lex, is willing to take you in as your new foster parent. You will be sent to Smallville and attend Smallville High school till you graduate or turn legal. You will be placed under watch and have a curfew. Break any rules and you will be thrown into jail. Option two allows your record to stay clean unless you act out again." The judge continued. Clark grew bored with his monotone voice and drawn out speech.
"Lex Luthor will be awaiting for your drop off at his home tonight. Gather your bag and follow the police officer. He'll lead you to the bus." The judge said. Clark reached for his backpack from his ex-foster parents and slung it over his broad shoulder.
"Oh and Clark, don't screw this up." The judge said bringing his anvil down. The bang sounded the end of his court hearing. The cop joined his side and smiled at him. Clark didn't like the look on his face and wanted to punch it off. Instead he steadied himself and followed the punk out of the court room and down the hall.
A juvenile bus awaited him outside. Clark groaned at his broken wish. He'd never wanted to ride another gay ass bus again. He left that behind in Smallville. Clark climbed up the stairs and sat in one of the empty seats in the front. The cop followed him on and sat down a few seats ahead of him where he could keep an eye on him from the driver's mirror.
Clark stared out the window as the bus pulled away from the court house. He groaned at the luck of going to the one place he swore he'd never go back too, his home. Smallville held nothing but bad memories. From his parents undeserved death to the abuse of his first foster father to the violence of his second foster father. He'd never wanted to go back.
Life was against him as the bus passed the city buildings and drove further into country land. Soon all he saw outside the window was cornfields. As the sky began to grow darker, Clark saw the 'welcome to Smallville' sign and turned away from the window. Why did the world have to be against him?