Author's Note: I hope you like part one of this story, I mean, I know that this a lot like Smallville, but I'm hoping we'll dwelve away from the show and go into total originality. I'm mainly writing this because as much as I love Smallville, I think there was a lot of untapped potential and mistakes. So, I hope you enjoyed part one! I'm pretty sure throughout the chapters I'll mess up a lot about the whole Superman mythlogy but I'm giving it my best shot. Thanks for reading. Dont send me any hate reviews ;)

SMALLVILLE

CHAPTER ONE, "THREE MONTHS LATER"

Clark Kent's eyelids were shut, but beneath those shut eyelids his eyes were moving rapidly. He was in a deep sleep. The images in his mind flickered of those people so close to him--all leading up to fragments of meteor rocks that began crashing down. His body tried to move, but it was frozen. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Every meteor rock roared as it smashed all the places where people flocked. The smell of fire emerged. Clark was helpless as his home was demolished. Smallville was gone. Forever. He finally looked away as he heard another sound that nearly deafened his ears. A meteor was heading for him. The memories he shared in all the years with his family flickered in front of him. The love he had for Lana, his friends that had been there through every challenge. His life was gone now. The meteor hissed on impact and came right for Clark.

The alarm sounded loudly. 9:30 A.M. Clark rose in shock upwards. His body was visibly shaken as sweat poured from his forehead. The dream was so vivid. It all seemed like it was real. Clark wiped the sweat off of his forehead. There was no one here with him. All he had was the most expensive apartment money could buy. Turning on the flat screen television he tried to settle his eyes on one of the channels. Hotel Erotica. After a few seconds, a smile broke through. He had it all. Clark stretched as he remembered how good he really did have it. These were just dreams. Time to have some fun. He glanced at the red meteor rock on his finger. The ring. The perfect ring. I seemed to shine as the sunlight rays leaked through to the room. In the perfect place, the perfect city. Metropolis.

His clothes seemed to attract attention. A brand-new jet black leather jacket, with a black shirt. It was accompanied by brand new pale blue jeans and a dangerous smile dyed in glee. The smell of air pollution was in the air. Nothing could stop him. After getting a bite to eat, there was nothing to do. Except one thing.

Gliding confidently towards an ATM machine in the Bank of Metropolis, he slowly and coolly took a swift fist and pounded through the machine. Just another one to add to the list. The other ATM machines were broken and empty. Clark smiled as he grabbed a few crisp dollar bills and felt them with his hands. Then he placed his new presents to himself into a bag and zipped it shut. Easy as pie.

Clark pressed the door open to his next destination. Metropolis Luxury Auto. Of course, he was eyeing his next prize. A Porsche. To be exact, a Porsche Boxter.

"Excuse me miss, can you tell me more about this car?" Clark as his eyes seemed to light up. A woman in her thirties who was dressed professional to a tee' walked over to assist him.

"Top speed: 160 miles per hour. Goes to sixty miles per hour in sixty seconds. Isn't that what you young people like? But then again, I'm not sure this is in your price range."

"Try me." Clark said as he unzipped his leather bag of money. Full of dollar bills. More than enough to buy a Porsche. She stepped back in shock.

"I'll take it." Clark said as he sorted through the dollar bills.

A breeze flowed through the city, turning a newspaper over. The front page article was entitled, "Crime rate in Metropolis at a city high". The newspaper was ran over as a red Porsche Boxter soared through the city. Inside, Clark pressed his foot even harder on the accelerator. After a minute, he abruptly stopped the car as it squealed to his final stop of the day. Where he had spent way too many days. As he excited calmly, loud music blared while the night seemed to be illuminated by the sounds of all the crowds of people flowing into the streets. With a smile he closed the door of his Porsche and hopped onto the street. A valet attendant rushed to Clark.

"Amazing ride Kal!" The valet exploded as he admired the car.

"Thanks. Tell you what--take a ride." Clark answered as he enjoyed his alias that no one knew wasn't his. The next moment, he tossed the keys to the man. He was only a few years older than Clark was.

"No way!" The assistant said in excitement.

Clark swiftly entered the club after he made his way past security. Atlantis. Loud dance music filtered throughout the huge crowd. Only some of the people in there seemed to be utilizing it. Flashing lights illuminated his face. His black hair had grown longer, and his eyes had seemed to have lost their innocence. All that was left was one of guilt. Throwing away the thoughts, he sat in a chair, waiting for one of the dancers to pay a visit.

"What can I do for you?" One of the dancers asked. Clark shined a devious smiled and reached through his pocket. Pulling out a few select dollar bills, he tossed a wink at her. Soon enough, she was nestled upon him.

"How about we go somewhere a little bit more private?" Clark dared. He brushed back her brunette hair, wishing she was someone else. She nodded as a response.

Closing the door Clark entered his apartment. The woman ran to the bed, but Clark easily beat her there. All the pain Clark felt was still lingering, except now it was beneath the surface. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had left in Smallville. Focusing on the task at hand, he observed as she took off her shirt to reveal a black bra. Clark gave a fake smile. She pressed her lips against his, and he forced himself to brush off the thoughts again. They shared a kiss as she thrusted herself upon him. After they kissed, she guided him to take off her shirt. He stopped her halfway through, remembering what she would find.

"Uhm--I need to get some air. Don't go anywhere." Clark said lamely.

Stepping through the stairs, he wondered if the night air would give him some answers. But he knew the truth. That he couldn't do that. It wasn't the right thing to do. As he exited his apartment complex, he stared at the moon in the sky. There was no guidance. Suddenly, Clark doubled over with pain. It was happening again. He gasped as he clutched his chest. With throbbing pain, he slowly made it over to a nearby phone booth. He leaned against the window as the pain intensified to new levels.

"Aaah! Aaah!" Clark shouted to the empty room as a symbol he knew to well burned. It was burning red hot. The Kryptonian symbol formed a "S" letter. Clark ripped open his shirt as the symbol burned. Collapsing to the floor, Clark finally tore off the kryptonite ring. The symbol immediately stopped hurting. The pain had faded away. Glancing up at the telephone, his desires overcame him.

"Hello?" His mother asked across the phone. There were no words that Clark could say. He found a strange comfort in hearing her words. She was still alive, she was still in Smallville. Clark held the receiver in his arm as he listened to the words. Martha spoke again.

"Clark? Is that you?" She said with clear hope in her voice. A flood of anguish overtook him. Clark's father took the phone lightly from her hands.

"Please, come home. Please." Jonathan nearly begged. The tears began to form in his eyes as Clark turned away and stared at the giant skyscrapers around him. Abruptly, he hung up the phone. With a look of despair, Clark stared at the ring on the floor. Slipping it back on the happiness slowly returned. His veins turned red as the rings power took over. Closing his eyes tightly, Clark filtered out Smallville. There was only Metropolis. This was his home. As he opened his eyes, he knew what was happening. They were glowing red.

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Lionel Luther studied what was in his hands, feeling it. He felt the smooth surface rub against his fingers. Totally in focus, he looked in wonder at this object. The crystal of water. How exquisite. It had only been several weeks since he had located it. Located it in a Mayan rain god statue in Honduras. The color was jet black that had some sort of a symbol on it. Slowly, Lionel tucked it away at his desk. He looked over at the view of Metropolis. Here he was at Luthorcorp. Turning back around, he set his eyes at the newest edition of the Daily Planet he had neatly folded waiting for him. The head article was named "Masked Man Continues Rampage in Metropolis." Lionel only could study if for a moment as the doors moved open. A familiar face entered.

"Lex." Lionel said with a surreal happiness in his voice.

"Hello father." Lex answered. Some things never change. Lex was dressed professionally in all black. But his demeanor seemed different. Lex glimpsed back at his father. The same long black dreads, the same smug expression, the same cunning smile.

"I am, well, just very glad that you paid me a visit. You got my messages, I presume." Lionel inquired. Lex's eyebrows lifted as he scratched his head.

"Tell me--what is the reasoning of that? Wanted to be the first person to see me on my way home? It's only been two months. Are you getting sentimental on me?" Lex inquired. Lionel chuckled to himself.

"I wanted to comment on what you've been up to lately. Quite a list. Scouring the globe, going to the most grand places around the world. It's something that must be time consuming. Apparently you've been enjoying a variety of women also. Not very responsible is it now?" Lionel responded. Lex's expression didn't change.

"Should've supposed you would only see things that way. Why don't you open your eyes? I've been meeting the world wide's most up-and-coming businesses. I've been dining with the greatest business minds of our time. What have you done lately that is looking at the big picture?"

"Running Luthorcorp." Lionel calmly pointed out. Lex gritted his teeth. Lionel continued, "Look, Son, I am glad you are here."

"Because you missed me?"

Lionel chummed another weak chuckle.

"This way I can make sure you don't tarnish the Luthor name anymore." Lionel burst. Lex stared deep into Lionel's eyes as if he was wanting to take action. Lex stared to the view of Metropolis for a split second before he exited. Lionel glared at the floor momentarily before he reached into another desk drawer. Taking out his reading glasses, he prepared to dive into the headline of the Daily Planet.

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Clark gave a devious smile as he felt cleansed--the happiness overtook him. As he began to put back on his shirt, a headache began to form. Out of nowhere, his body gave out. His eye's went white as he entered unconsciousness. The scenery soon began to form. The Kent farm. Where he used to call home. The dream was so vivid but yet there were things that didn't add up. Why couldn't Clark move? In the sky, Clark watched as three streaks of light appeared together, the colors: red, blue, and yellow. As they formed they quickly formed a giant meteor. The meteor shower was happening again. There was nothing Clark could do. Every time he tried to move the numbness intensified. The meteor hissed as the meteor intensified itself and came right to him. The meteor was just about to hit him when he woke up screaming.

"It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!" Clark screamed without knowingly saying it. The darkness had enveloped the city. Night had fallen. The sweat fell as the only sense of light was the moon. But the moon wasn't going to give him answers. There was only one way.