Behold, my first crack at writing fan fiction! I would love feedback.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Smallville" or any of the characters.
Author's Note: This short story delves into what would happen if one of the people who attempted to murder Clark (in either Extinction or Talisman) actually succeeded.
A part of him still didn't believe that it was true.
Yet, as people clad in somber clothes poured into the cathedral, the evidence proved otherwise.
Clark Kent was dead. The teenager who had been jokingly referred to as "the man of steel" -- the boy who was always there at the right time, always rescuing those around him, and always surviving -- was dead.
Suddenly, the man sitting in the front pew was having trouble comprehending his own existence.
He had never believed Clark's excuses about being "lucky" every time something suspicious happened. Now he realized that Clark had been truthful all along.
Sweat trickled down the man's face as the preacher expatiated about the sixteen-year-old's passing. With all the man had gone through in his life, nothing had ever felt more surreal.
His trance broke when the pastor said, "Lex Luthor would like to share some words with us."
The man walked up to the pulpit with heavy steps. He raised his head and saw a sea of mourners, despair written on their faces.
"The first time I met Clark, I knew he was something special. He possessed a maturity and depth that belied his years. There was an inexplicable connection between us, despite our many differences. I once told him that our friendship would be the stuff of legends. And it was. It still is.
"I sincerely hope that when we leave this church, each of us can carry on Clark's spirit in one way or another. He was selfless. He was courageous. He was loving. He was the best friend I ever had, and ever will have."
As Lex's shoes resounded on the tile floor, one thought continually echoed in his mind: Clark's luck ran out.
The End
