Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, except when they are. The settings and locations are not mine, except when they are. The plots, conflicts, and resolutions ARE mine, except when they’re not.

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Chapter 1:

At about ten thirty five pm on a Friday night, Lois Lane Kent found herself running through the streets of Metropolis with a crazed psycho on her trail. Well, maybe that was being a bit judgmental. The guy wasn’t necessarily a crazed psycho; but he sure as heck did a pretty good imitation of one. It had all started with the weapon, or whatever it was. Stolen from a scientific research facility, it had the ability to make people and objects disappear, literally. One moment someone would be standing on the sidewalk, in broad daylight, in front of numerous witnesses, and the next moment they would simply vanish without a trace. No one knew how it worked, and the people who had originally built the thing weren’t talking. Another thing that no one seemed to know was the motivations of the man who had stolen it, or how he chose his victims. There were the obvious ones, such as several police officers who had attempted to apprehend him, but the rest seemed to be completely random. All in all, this was a situation with far more questions than answers.

Needless to say, Lois had jumped on the story. Attempting to interview the scientists at the research facility had been like hitting a brick wall. But afterwards, Lois had caught a break. A source came through with a possible location of the thief, who had gone into hiding. Unfortunately for Lois, the source had been right. Which explained why she was now running, in high heels no less. As anyone who has ever tried running in high heels can tell you, it’s not the easiest thing in the world. Lois turned into an alleyway, only to find that it dead-ended up ahead. She turned around, but before she could go back the way she had come, her pursuer came sprinting around the corner. “You’re finished, Ms. Lane,” the man roared. He aimed the weapon at her and pushed a button.