Forged From Destiny
Pairings: I guess you'll have to find out…
Timeline: umm… I'd say after "Unsafe" and "Pariah"… skipping everything up to "Commencement" and then a totally new Season made by me.
Rating: probably about MA for lots of fighting and bloody stuff!
Summary: When a Hero needs guidance, he will have to look deep inside his heart, to a place that has been molten and raw, in order to be ready to become the man of tomorrow.
Prologue
Death is such an untruthful experience. All my life I have been wondering what Death's cold fingers actually felt like. Now I know that it wasn't what I thought it was. Death felt more like an old, wiry rope wrapped around my neck.
I don't remember a lot of what happened, just bits and pieces. I remember I was at my house, trying to prove to Clark that it wasn't me who was attacking people. When I walked into my barn, I saw him, the man who was hurting Lana and Jason.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
The man, about the same age as Clark, was ruffling through my belongings, which included two scarves, a red and a blue one.
"Oh, just looking for more evidence to leave at the next murder." He says as he picks up my red scarf and smells it.
It absolutely sickened me that he did that, yet I had to confront him. I walked up to him.
"You're the one who has been attacking people. People think it was me."
"Well, you did try to kill Lana Lang last year. I think it's a pretty good plan, knowing that all of Smallville will blame you. After all, who would they believe? A resident of Belle Reeve, who tried to kill her father by pushing him down a flight of stairs, or me, a person that hasn't done anything wrong. A pretty ingenious plan, right?" He says with an eerie smile.
"You're insane. You think this is right? You'll never get away with this!" I screamed as he ran at me and covered my mouth and nose with a handkerchief filled with chloroform.
"But, I already have." He says as the world around me drifted into darkness.
The chloroform did not work as I thought it would. It knocked her out, yes, but not for long. As I set the rope ready, I heard her mutter something about Clark, that guy she was hanging around her. Quickly I picked her up and lifted her to the rope. Her weight was heavy against my muscles but I didn't notice. I slipped her neck around the noose, and let go.
My death wasn't a quick one. I woke up when my weight began to choke me around my neck. I struggled for air, yet my lungs were constricted and I could feel my face flush with blood. I opened my eyes, yet everything I saw was blurry and unrecognizable. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to breathe in fresh air, but none came. I could only watch in fear as the man who was framing me smiled as my life slipped away, along with the memories I had of Clark Kent, the only man I have ever loved in my entire life.