Possession

DJ Dubois

March-April 2011

Notes Part 1: This story takes place during Season 10 before "Icarus".

Notes Part 2: The characters from Smallville belong to DC and the CW. Please send comments to .

Chapter 1 [Edge City]

The bustling metropolis on Texas' western edge seemed darker than usual on that day. The rush hour drivers wove in and out of their lanes playing chicken with each other. Alarms wailed from broken windows. Sirens wailed in response. Gunfire echoed up through the concrete canyons. Thunder and red lightning shook the skies above.

If one listened carefully, s/he could hear a deep throaty laughter from above.

High above the city streets, a lone feminine figure dressed in a black leather jacket, matching pants and boots kept watch over the developing chaos. She passed her hand across the forehead of her masked face as if to wipe the sweat from it. She shook her head in disgust at the scene below. Can't they even keep their senses?

Then her super hearing picked up on a cry for help from several blocks away. It was faint but discernable.

"Time to earn my bread and butter for tonight," she told herself while super speeding toward the scene.

[Bank of the Midwest—Three blocks away]

The central office for the region's biggest bank normally teemed with business on a late afternoon such as that. Deposits came in. Investors met with bankers to discuss loans and investment strategies. People lined up in the lobby to deal with the tellers.

However that day saw three men in bizarre clown masks leveling guns at employees and clients alike on the floor. One apiece stood by each door while the boss kept an eye on the front and glanced down the stairs toward the vault. To say everyone was antsy proved an understatement.

"Wonder what's taking so long? The damn silent alarm was tripped!" the clown on the east door snapped.

"Bonzo will crack it! SHADDAP AND WATCH 'EM, PORKY!" the central clown snapped. He fired a round from his gun into the ceiling to further make his point.

The hostages quivered in their prone positions.

The west clown added, "Porky's got a point, Jocko!"

"Zip it, Jeeves! No creep's getting in here! The Blur's busy in Metro so he won't be here and…." Jocko stiffened at a sudden breeze. He wheeled about to see the door bang open suddenly but nobody there.

"Jocko, it's him! It's the damn Blur!" Porky cried out.

Porky looked around nervously recalling the stories about the Red Blue Blur from fellow inmates at Stark Island Prison. He pointed his gun this way and that. "JOCKO!"

"SHADDAP!" Jocko fired a couple of bursts through the open doorway and out into the street. "Hey, Blur! Next one's going in a hostage's head. What do you say to that?"

He never saw the Raven blur approaching from behind or the super fast and hard fist that knocked him out.

The streak zipped this way and that about the room avoiding the gunfire and disposing of the two guards. Then it turned downstairs toward the vault where the rest of the gang was disposed of.

The masked figure stopped and sucked in several deep breaths. Is this what it's like for Clark? How does he do it? Then hearing several sirens approaching the building, she shook her head. Time to go! She rushed away at super speed from the scene and into a nearby alleyway. There she ripped the mask away from her face.

Lana Lang shook her head. In the year and a half since that terrible morning in Clark's barn, she'd stopped many crimes and tried her best to emulate her lost love. Her heart ached with the knowledge that she'd never hold him again. That her lips would never again sample his.

In truth because of Lex's diabolic scheming, the kryptonite in her Promethius suit served as her prison.

And oh—did she wish she could resurrect him so that she could kill him all over again. Does his scheming know no bounds? Why couldn't he accept it? WHY?

Her tears soaked her cheeks. She'd wage her one woman war on crime and against the despair on display in that place. Still she should have been doing this with Clark not by herself.

Funny what life brought you…..

I'll make you proud of me, Clark. I love you! She rubbed her chest to help deal with the numbness therein. Her head buzzed from the emotional toxicity around herself. Still she couldn't give in. For a split second, she felt another presence in the alley with herself.

It reeked of evil and darkness. It chilled her.

She shivered and decided to look for other crimes to foil. She pulled her mask back on and rushed away toward the east.

[A minute later]

If Lana had remained in place another few heartbeats, she'd have come face to face with that adversary.

A column of dark mist formed in the air at the alley's rear. It seemed to float for a second glancing at the scene through yellow spots and sniggering through a like colored mouth. Yes, Sow, bring me the Kryptonian boy. You can weaken him. Then I'll finish him in the proper form.

The mist reformed itself into a human male. He inspected his grey suit and purple shirt. His hand ran over his bald scalp to check the quality of the form. He glanced at his reflection in the window beside himself.

Save for the omega symbol on his forehead, he felt and looked identically like Lex Luthor.

The villain smirked in satisfaction. A plan had already started to hatch in its brain. "Distract your enemies and they're yours. Imagine what this one can do? You'll do just fine, Lana. Now to make a phone call." With that, it vanished into the late afternoon landscape once more.

The game, it seemed, was afoot…..