SMALLVILLE: SUPERNATURAL

This story takes place around the 5th season.

"It's all ready Mr. Luthor," the bodyguard said.

"Thanks, Eddie," Lex Luthor said as he passed the bodyguard. He entered the small room. It shone with a bright blue light that resonated from the large incubator tank that was generating in the main corner of the triangular room. Inside the blue liquid incubator was a small boy around five years old, with a breathing mask attached to his mouth and nose. A diaper like cloth covered his groin area. The boy floated in the water.

"What an amazing thing science is," Lex said, turning to the man next to him.

His name was Dr. Truman. He was around the same height and weight as Lex and was clothed in a white doctors robe. "Yes well this is quite an achievement. Although the blood sample gave this boy amazing powers."

"Like what?" Lex asked. "Are we talking superhuman powers? Like in comic books?"

"Sort of. My guess is superhuman strength, speed, and X-ray vision. The retina in his eyes does radiate an unusual amount of heat though. Possibly a side effect of the cloning process. You said your father used this blood for medicine?"

"Yeah, but I have no idea why," Lex said.

"It does have an amazing healing and invincibility quality to it. You have no idea where it came from? None whatsoever?"

"No Dr., I don't. Sorry."

"All the same, it is a remarkable discovery."

"One that will remain a private discovery right?" Lex asked coldly.

"Oh, of course. You have my word." Dr. Truman assured him.

"Can he be released?"

Dr. Truman shook his head. "'Fraid not. Not until we've run a few more tests. Being introduced to our conditions of life he would age rapidly until about mid teens."

Suddenly a large boom shook the room as glass flew everywhere. The incubator had exploded. The boy was standing on the bottom of it. With an enormous amount of strength he ripped off the breathing tube and sucked in the air from the room. He surveyed the wreckage. Two men were lying unconscious on the floor, spread-eagled. He was no longer five, he looked more like seven. He jumped out like a raging beast and sped out of the room in a blur.

"Name is Brian. Brian Cowell," Jett Barry told the police officer. He flashed the man a fake I.D. The officer took it and shined the flashlight on it. He seemed to buy the bluff.

"Okay you're free to go," the officer said. He handed Jett back the I.D card and sent him on his way. Jett headed back to his car, a stolen 2005 Dodge Charger. He threw the I.D on the passenger seat next to him and turned the key. The car roared to life and the headlights shined on the open Kansas highway. The speakers blared to the beat of Sammy Hagar's "I Can't Drive 55!" loud enough to be heard miles away.

The truth was that Jett Barry was fourteen, almost fifteen. He knew how to drive though. He drove back onto the highway and sped away, completely oblivious to the sign that read: Welcome to Smallville, Kansas. The Meteor Capital of the World.

Clark Kent was nowhere near Jett Barry. He was nowhere near anyone but himself. In the freezing cold of the North Pole, the Fortress of Solitude was built. He was there, talking to his biological father.

"I have grave news my son," Jor-El told Clark, to him Kal-El. "You are about to face the darkest time of your life. As fate would have it though, I am sending you help. Numerous characters will assist you in great battles for control of Earth. It all starts in your hometown of Smallville."

"What am I supposed to do?" Clark yelled.

"Go," Jor-El told him. "Go back home and await their arrival. That is all that you can do. My training is too long of a session for you to take. Be wary my son. And be careful."

Jor-El was gone and Clark knew it. He sighed and then took off in a whiff of great speed.

"Have you seen the morning paper Martha?" Jonathan Kent asked his wife as she came to him with a yellow mug filled with his usual morning coffee.

"No, I haven't. Something important?"

Jonathan smiled and threw the paper down onto table so she could read it. In big bold letters across the top a simple fragment read: BRUCE WAYNE VISITS SMALLVILLE, KANSAS

Martha opened her eyes in a wide expression. "Really? Now isn't he-,"

"Richest man in the world? Yep. Practically owns Gotham City."

"Well what's he doing in this corner of the world?"

"According to the article, he comes to do business with the Luthors. Billionaire Battle Royale if you ask me. Looking into buying farmland. Ours is on the list of the top ones he mentioned. He'll be testing it, which means that we'll get a chance to meet him."

"He is about Clark's age isn't he?"

"Just about, but you know I don't like Clark hanging out with Lex Luthor and if Bruce Wayne is anything like him then... Then I don't want him hanging around Clark either!" he barked suddenly.

"Don't worry. I'm sure Bruce Wayne is an upstanding citizen. I've only heard good things about him and when he tests our farmland you better be on your best behavior."

Jonathan smirked half-heartedly. "Of course dear."