-Just one quick thing before I begin, dates, I'm realigning dates to correspond with real life so I can keep better track, For example, instead of Clark being in Highschool back in the early 2000's, It'll be 2015-
[Smallville, Kansas,september 29th: 2015]
Clark stands there, looking out the window of the Kent barn's loft. He always felt at peace here, It was a place where he could think in solitude and escape many of his problems for a short while. Today was different though, clear evidence as seen by the many boxes filled with his family's stuff down in the driveway below. Clark couldn't help but blame himself. His family would have to leave the farm soon because of the bank's foreclosure, if he had been here for the last three months, he felt that the farm could have produced enough to stay in his father's hands, but instead he had spent his summer rampaging through Metropolis.
"Clark! Come help your father finish loading up the truck Before you head for school!" The voice of Martha Kent could be heard from below.
Clark sighs, with only a few hours left before they left, he saw no reason why he should have to go to the one place that was filled with things...or rather people he would rather forget right now, especially Lana Lang."Coming mom!" He speeds out of the loft and through the barn doors. He doesn't slow down as he loads up the moving truck they had rented."Done!" He says as he finally slows down.
His father walks up beside his mother."Thank you son, now you're going to be late for school."
"What's the point dad? It's not like it actually matters at this point."
"You're going son."
Clark rolls his eyes."Fine, bye." A blur can be seen racing off to the house, most likely to grab his bag, and again speeding in the direction of the high school."The elder Kents walk back to the house to finish packing.
[Smallville high, Lunch time]
"So. you really are leaving then." Asked clark's dark skinned friend Pete as He, Clark, and their friend Chloe roamed around the hallways after eating their lunch.
"Looks that way Pete."
"Well that sucks!" Chloe added her own two cents. She looks up at his face."We'll miss you farmboy."
"Yeah who's gonna be here to save Chloe's ass every other day?" Pete speaks again, causing Chloe to snicker.
"I'm sure she'll find some way to stay out of trouble won't you?"Clark looks down upon chloe, returning her gaze. They continue walking, talking about nothing really, just basking in what time they had left together. Eventually the bell rings and the three part ways, saying what could very well be their last goodbye.
[smallville high just after last period]
"Lana, can we talk?" Clark asks with a hint of fear as he walks up to her as she slams her locker shut.
She closes her eyes, breathes in, opens them, and turns to face Clark."Nothing much to talk about Clark." She starts to walk away.
Clark follows in persuit."Look, I just wanted to apologise…"
Lana stops, turns around and smacks his cheek."You always apologise but nothing ever changes." she says, a bit haughtily."You know Clark, you leaving is the best news i've had in a while, goodbye clark." Lana was still massively angry at clark for leaving over the summer and in her books, her and clark were through, forgotten history.
Clark stands there speechless watching her walk out the front double doors of the school and shakes his head before turning to leave the school through the back for what was to be the final time.
[Metropolis, several days prior, Morgan Edge's office]
"I want this punk dealt with, Now!" Morgan Edge had been on the phone with a few of his men. He wanted this Kal to pay for his failure. He had spent all summer robbing banks, his banks. Edge had tried to turn his financial loss into a gain by recruiting the freak. Then he had found that he had failed in what was for him, a simple task. He had some of his boys down in metropolis pd run a facial recognition scan on the boy's picture his cameras had taken during their meeting to discuss his breakin to Luthor's vault. 'Clark Kent.' He slams the file he had on him onto his desk and hung up the phone. He had ordered one of his gangs to eliminate the boy's family as payment for his stupidity. If he couldn't get at the boy directly, he was not above once again doing what was necessary to secure his goals. 'well Kal, you've been a thorn in my side for too long, hope you enjoy your present you freak.' with that thought fresh in his mind, he smiles and walks out of his office.
[the kent farm,september 29th: 2015, about two hours after lunch time]
Gunshots rang through the house as the two kents knelt low, running through the archway to their living room. Johnathen had seen men standing outside the windows just as they took aim and started shooting into his home. He had tackled Martha and as the first wave of bullets ended, pulled her into their current predicament in the living room as a man kicks open the door dressed in black baggy clothing, followed by several other similarly clad men. The leader of the men raised his gun at the couple as they started to cling to each other and silently, coldly, pulled the trigger. He turns to leave, "Burn this shithole down. Make it quick." His men obey and within minutes the place was in flames.
[arriving at the Kent farm, after school]
Clark had been walking home at a human pace to give himself time to brood. He had been getting nearer to the farm as he spotted the smoke a few minutes down the road and blurred into super speed. He rushed to the farm, stopping beside the truck. He looked around, searching for his parents." Mom, Dad!...Mom!...Dad!" After hearing no response he blurs into the burning house…only to see the burning corpses of his parents."Mom, Dad!" He rushes in their direction only to have the place cave in, burying the three kents.
[several hours prior, swann residence]
This was not good. One of the informants he had within Edge's organisation ever since Kal-El's rampage through metropolis had just called him, telling him everything. He had to get to Kent Farm. He called for his assistant, Bridgette and filled her in. Several minutes later a van could be seen driving towards Smallville, inside the van being Swann, Bridgette, and two of his it might have seemed strange for someone like swann to have men like this but if this current situation proved anything, it was to always come prepared.
[The kent Farm, back to the present]
A few minutes after the building collapsed you could see the rubble move slightly, before soaring into the air. Clark rose to his feet and walked to the driveway before collapsing. The only thing he felt right now was agony. He laid there in his prone state and just stared at the sky, his face showing no emotion. His mind was racing way too fast, unable to properly process this, making him enter a trance. He laid there for minutes, or was it hours?Days? it didn't matter. He didn't even move his head as he heard wheels spinning to a stop. The next thing he heard was a surprise." Kal-El!" It was a familiar voice. He snaps his head in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar figure being lifted out of a van but remained silent before slipping into unconsciousness.
[several hours later, Swann residence, that night]
He awoke hours later in a bed in a well furnished and extremely way too large room. "Kal-El, how are we doing?"
The question rushed straight to his mouth."Mom,Dad?"
"I'm sorry Kal-El, they did not make it." This caused pain to rush into clark's chest.
"What am I doing here? How did you find out about this Mr. Swann?' Swann slowly told him the story.
"It's my fault…"
"No Kal-El, it isn't. This is Edge's fault."
"Edge." His eyes glow red."He'll pay for this I swear."
That voice, it scared Swann."Rest Kal-El, you don't mean that." He turned and rolled out the room.
'Yes, I do' Clark thought as he turned his head over.
The next several weeks eeked on had to distance himself from the investigation the police had started. He couldn't prove anything without exposing of Kal-El, he hadn't left his room in the first few days. Only recently had he started to get up and walk around the lawn outside. Every time anyone had checked up on him, the clear look of anger was on his face. He had been talked down from doing anything rash. Swann had to pull out all the cards, eventually breaking through to him by pointing out that doing anything rash, like killing Edge,would disgrace his had begrudgingly agreed, only mumbling an agreement. Swann hoped that Kal-El would pull through this. He could see the changes clear as day and with the power of a god within him, Swann feared what could eventually happen. He needed help and he knew just the person to call, an old friend from his old veritas days.
He picked up the phone and waited as the phone dialed."Hello, Charles?..."
Two days later a van could be seen pulling up to the Swann residence. A short, rugged, and wild looking man steps out of the driver's seat and walks to the back, helping a bald man out of the van and into a the handicap man gets situated the two walk up to the entrance and are met by a woman that brings them to Virgil's office. As they approach the handicap man turns to the rugged looking man."Thank you Logan, you may wait outside."
Logan stops."You sure charles?"
Charles Xavier is ushered through a set of double doors."Quite, I won't be long."Logan, better known as the wolverine looks around and spots a chair in the hallway and sits down.
Inside Virgil's office, Charles smiles as he sees his friend. They exchange small talk for several minutes before Xavier's face stiffens."Is it true? You've found him?"
Virgil nods."I must admit my friend, I have known of the young man for years now. I have kept him a secret to…"
"...Protect him from the rest of veritas. Yes, I understand Virgil." Charles clasps his hands together."You mentioned on the phone that you needed help?"
Virgil breathes in and tells Charles what has then goes on,"As you know from our days in Veritas, This boy, he is destined for great things my friend but I fear we are loosing him. He has suffered a great loss and has let it weigh him down. He is alone and he is going down a dark path."
Charles raises his eyebrows and speaks." You want me to take him in at the institute, don't you?" Virgil nods."I would like to meet this young man."
"Of course." Bridgette is summoned and asked to go fetch clark. Several minutes pass by and the door opens again and in walks clark.
Clark speaks in a cold tone."You wanted something?"
"Yes Kal-El, please, have a seat." Clark sits."This is professor Charles Xavier."
"Hello young man." Xavier greets clark, studying him over."I am glad to meet you, I have heard alot about you.'
Clark nods."Hey." 'What the hell is all this about?'
"Now Kal...Clark, Mr. Xavier is here to speak to you about coming with him, to attend his institute for gifted youngsters."
Clarkscrunches his face in confusion."What do you mean, gifted youngsters."
"Well clark, as Virgil said, I do in fact run a school, for a select group of people up near New York, in Bayville… mutants."
"What do you mean mutants?"
Charles spends time filling in clark about the existence of mutants, igniting a spark of curiosity within the boy."Are you a mutant?"
"Yes I am Clark. And I would be glad to have you at my school."
" I'm not a mutant…"
"No, but you are indeed a gifted youngster."
The idea of being amongst others with powers seemed interesting to Clark."You don't mind i'm an alien?"Clark airs some of his worries.
Charles shakes his head no."No clark,I don't. I only care about the man you are and helping you become a man worthy of your gifts, to use your abilities as they are meant to be used. That is the main goal of my institute."
Clark thinks for several moments.'Mom and dad would decline in an instant, Mom and Dad...A man worthy of his powers. My damn powers were what caused this. My powers are a burden. A burden I'll carry for you mom, dad.' He nods then speaks in a whisper. "I accept Mr, Xavier."
"Very well clark" Charles reaches out to shake the alien's hand. They clasp and shake."Perhaps you should pack your things then Clark."
"I don't have things Mr. Xavier."
"Hmmm, I see, we will have to rectify that upon our arrival at the institute."
The meeting breaks up."Perhaps you should stay for dinner." Virgil suggests as they leave the room. Charles accepts and they, Charles, Virgil, Clark, and Logan have dinner before their journey home.
Several hours later the Group is out the door and heading towards the van. As Clark piles in Virgil stops Charles."Please, deliver him from this evil, old friend. This world will need him one day." Charles nods and backs up. Logan helps him into the van and shuts the door before assuming his spot at the wheel. Soon enough the van they arrived in speeds off, Leaving the Swann residence behind,carrying one new passenger to what will become his new home.