Chapter One
"The eyes are the window to the soul, but sometimes the window is closed and we have to break it open."
Luthor Mansion
"I don't care who you are!" Lex screams into the phone, "I'm Lex Luthor! I want whatever is breaking into Luthorcorp brought down!...well do it!" hanging up his phone, he tosses it on his desk; it clatters and falls on to the seat of his chair. He runs a hand over his bald head, down his face and lulls his head back in annoyance. Sometimes he swears he's surrounded by morons and idiots.
Except for Kent. Kent happens to be the only one right now who has a brain, uses his brain, and...Continues to be the Smallville's biggest mystery.
A mystery Lex swears to God and everyone that he will figure it out even if it kills him.
"Master Lex," he turns quickly to see a servant standing at the door. Servant? Ha! More like a scumbag that his dad hired to be here to keep an eye on him. Make sure he stays out of trouble- or gets into it. Daddy Luthor wants Lex to be in trouble, without him getting into trouble, big daddy Luthor is completely bored out of his head.
Ha! Lex has been on his best behavior here. "What do you want, Wiggins?" The guy lets out a breath, shaking his head.
"Your father is on the phone. About the robberies."
"Tell him I'm handling it and can't come to phone."
"Lex-"
"Do it or your fired, damn it!" Lex begins pacing back and forth in front of his desk. Three days, there have been robberies at Luthorcorp, and then the murdered Jane Doe here in town? Something's up...something big.
"Of course, Master Lex." Wiggins leaves, shutting the doors half a crack behind him. If the murdered Jane Doe and the luthorcorp robbery are connected...ugh, it makes no sense how can they be connected? Metropolis isn't even that close to town- however it is the closest city. Gah!
This all better be sorted through soon...
Just outside Kansas State
Chevy Impala
"Dean," Sam says, looking at the map. "Are you sure we're heading in the right direction?" Silence. Nothing, he looks up to see his brother leaning back in the driver's seat, his elbow hanging out the window; tapping the steering wheel to the radio- which is blaring unreasonably loud. "Dean!" Sam yells over the music.
Nothing.
Taking a breath, Sam shakes his head, looking at the map. Smallville, Kansas...it's not on the map. Maybe it'll be on another map? Sighing, he turns to face his brother, "DEAN!"
No response, again, "Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. Deeeaan. Dean. Dean. Dea-"
"WHAT?!" Dean turns his head only a second then go to look at the road again. Humming the song that is currently playing on the radio. Again, unreasonably loud."What do you want Sammy?"
"I was looking at the map...and-"
"What?"
"Smallville's not on it."
The brakes halt, and Dean tears the map out of his younger brother's hands, he's right. After Metropolis, it's nothing. "Smallville should be there-"
"Yeah, but it's not."
Dean thinks, tapping his elbow on the edge of the window, biting his lip. "You said it's a small town right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, maybe it's small enough that it doesn't show up." Sam thinks for a moment, thinking for a second.
"That could be possible-"
"It is possible. Now let's just get back on the road and continue to where we're going."
"We're driving blind, Dean, we don't know where we're going-"
"So what?" Dean retorts, shaking his head and driving back on the road to Smallville. Sam sighs, looking at the map again, trying to block out the loud metal music that is Metallica and Radiohead.
As Sam calls it, the tribute to mullet rock.
And as Dean often points out. 'Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole.
Smallville High
Gym Class
He loves gym class, running laps at half speed around the gym and running at half speed around the football field. Ah, he loves it.
"hey Kent!" However, the owner of that voice is the one thing he doesn't like. "Wait up!" Just avoid him, avoid him. Clark thinks to himself over and over again. It's when a hand clasps on his shoulder that he turns to look into the green eyes of Jason Teague; slight muscular build, full and round lips. Obsessed with football and pretending to be Clark's friend just to make his life miserable.
He will never forget that time that he chained him to a chair, and surrounded meteor rocks around him; making him sick and weak. He will never forget that. Ever.
"What do you want, Teague?" Jason smirks, shaking his head and removing his hand from Clark's shoulder.
"Oh come on, Kent." Jason says, "still sore about the whole chaining you to a chair thing-"
"what do you want?"
"Just asking how my bud's doing.."
"We're not buds, I'm not your friend." Clark hisses, turning on his heel and walking away. Jason follows like a puppy, feigning hurt.
"That hurt, my friend." Clark stops in his tracks, turning around to glare at the football player in front of him.
"We're not friends, so back off. I don't want to hurt you."
Jason smirks, shaking his head as Clark turns to walk away. "Clark Kent! Always the saint! Too bad you couldn't help that Jane Doe huh?" stopping in his tracks, he turns to look at him; his eyes in a glare, and his hands squeezing into fists so tight that if you were close enough you'd hear his knuckles cracking. Just barely.
"Go to hell, teague!" Clark yells back, turning around a final time and speeding up just above half speed- but not too fast to be noticed- to continue his run for the rest of gym class.
He can't shake the feeling that something is going to happen, he doesn't know what...but something is going to happen. He can feel it. He just doesn't know when.
