Title: Creature of the Night
Rated PG
Subject: FOTW with a Chlark take on the beginning of season 2
Authors note:I have taken some liberty with time-line events, character development and technical issues. Nothing major but I am sure the the die hard fans will notice some it. I just wanted to prepare everyone and since they make the story work I decided to go with them anyway. It is a little sappy in points I know, thats just how it came out. Also I have edited the writing some so as to make it easier to read, so if it looks funny that's why.
Disclaimer: While I do own some Superman comics I don't own anything, characters, ideas or anything otherwise related to Smallville. Mores the pity.
Prologue: Before the Storm.
Kansas was in what was commonly referred to as Tornado Alley. It was called Tornado Alley for one particularly obvious reason. There were a lot of tornadoes. It was in fact a perfect location for the confluence of ingredients needed to create a tornado. Warm humid air liked to breeze up from the Gulf of Mexico to the South and cold dense air fell from the Rocky Mountains to the West. When these two weather fronts collide, as they often do in the Kansas area, you get tornadoes. The people of Kansas knew this was a fact of life where they lived and they prepared accordingly, building basements and storm shelters. But the tornado that was brewing on this spring afternoon would bring with it more then just wind and rain.
Justin Brightman had lived in Smallville all his life. Most people thought he was just a normal kid, even Justin thought of himself that way. But Justin was far from normal. He had a power. Now when most people think of Smallville and powers they picture psychotic meteor freaks who like to kill people in weird ways. But Justin was not a meteor freak. He was a Meta-Human. Meta-Humans had started popping up all over the world in recent decades. Most that were studied were thought to be evolutionary mutations brought about by pollution or genetic food manipulations. But whatever the reasons Justin was one of them. Unfortunately for Justin he did not get any really kewl power like being able to fly or telekinesis. But his abilities were still marvelous non the less, you see Justin's ability laid in what doctors would later call Hyper-Immune Response. His immune system had the ability to keep him alive through any cancer, poison, sickness or disease. Once it was discovered he would help lead doctors to finding a cure for many illnesses and help save millions of lives around the world. He would also end up living to the age of 140 and dying not from old age but, ironically enough, by getting hit by an ambulance. But thats a story for another day. Right now Justin was in high school, Smallville High school school to be exact and if he had known now what he would know later he probably would not be participating in the local blood drive for the Smallville Medical center. But as he sat in the nurses office with an I.V. marked #157 in his arm watching a weather report about the possibility of tornadoes hitting Smallville that afternoon he didn't know that his blood, blood that would help save millions of lives in the decades to come, would end up taking some first.
The Smallville Blood Drive van that was about to leave the high school had a full load. The driver, Jeffery, had stood in the gym looking at the decorations for the Spring Formal while everything was loaded and thought back to his high school days. He had never gone to Prom or a Spring Formal. He often wished he had but Jeffery had grown into somewhat of a pragmatist over the past few years and new that wishing to change the past was un-productive.
'Ah well' he thought 'At least these kids tonight should have a good time. That is if they don't get blown away by this storm.' The wind was already gusting from 25 to 30mph and he could actually feel the air pressure changing as the storm was coming on.
"Every thing's ready to go Jeffery" said the volunteer helping load the van.
"Ok, thanks for the help" he replied.
He wanted to get this last load back to the medical center before the storm really got going. He had a feeling that if it got really bad they might need it. Jeffery walked back to the van, checked to make sure that the coolers were working and the doors were locked and hopped into the drivers seat. He left the school and headed down route 2 towards the medical center. He felt the effect that the wind was having on the drive and had to keep both his hands locked on the wheel as gusts of wind kept trying to blow him off the road.
'Good thing I'm a professional' Jeffery smirked to himself. At that exact moment there was a powerful gust and a loud smack to the side of the van. He swerved into the center lane at the scare and righted the van back into its lane quickly. '
"Holy crap what was that!" he pulled off to the side of the road to check it out. As he was walking back he saw the problem. There was a quarter sized hole in the side of the van. As though it had been shot or stabbed. 'This is bad' he thought even a small amount of damage would contaminate the entire blood donation. He popped open the van door to check it out. There did not appear to be any damage though. The cooling unit still worked and he did not see any leaks. What he did find was a small amount of rocky debris on the floor of the van.
'Looks like whatever it was that hit me disintegrated' he though as he brushed it off and made a second check for damage. Not finding any he closed the door and went on his way. Unfortunately what he missed would only have been seen if he had gotten in the back and closed the door. The small green rocks that had been encased in the rocky debris he found glowed softly in the cool darkness and had an eerie contrast to the dark blood red bags they laid on. Even the normally white label on the bags had a distinct green reflection to them, except that is, for the part that read #157.
Chloe Sullivan had had a very good week. The likes of which she had not known for a very long time. Clark Kent, the boy she had loved from pretty much the moment she saw him had finally asked her out, and to the Spring Formal no less. If someone had told her it was going to happen she would have laughed right in their face. I mean just about everyone knows that Clark Kent crushes on Lana Lang. As a matter of fact just about every boy at Smallville High had a crush on that raven haired harlot who captained the cheer leading team. It used to break Chloe's heart knowing that she was relegated to the status of best friend. But not any longer. Clark had asked her to the Spring Formal and she had said yes. She thought it would all be perfect and it was, up until the end. Clark had left right before their very first boyfriend/girlfriend kiss. He had left her there and it wasn't until later that she had found out why and when she did the house of cards that she had painstakingly built came tumbling down around her.