Author's Note
Hello everyone!! I'm very excited to say that this is my first fanfic! Like all of you I have a story in my head that needs to get out. Being that I have no writing experience what so ever please feel free to critique my work. All reviews, positve and negative are welcome. That's how we learn to do things. I do not own the rights to any of the characters, situations or locations depicted in Smallville or the Superman universe. Please read and enjoy!!!
The Ghosts of Smallville
"Clark Kent is dead"
It had been the last thing he had told Chloe before leaving. His heart was heavy but he knew that he was doing the right thing. Ever since he discovered that he was from another world his life had been in turmoil. Hiding his secret. Lying to those he loved and cared for. Worse yet how many had died because of him? It had to end, and it would end. He would embrace his destiny. He would become the hero the world needed. Clark ran straight from Metropolis to the Fortress nestled deep in the arctic. It was time to continue the training his biological father Jor-El had planned for him. He stopped just outside the immense structure and stared at it. It was no longer the shining beacon it once was. After being infected by the artificial intelligence Braniac it was less than what it was. it had suffered immensely from all the battles it hosted. Braniac, Doomsday even Lex Luthor. But then again it was Lex who had destroyed the original Fortress upon confronting Clark about his was a place of pain and suffering. But it would soon become his salvation. Humanity's hope. He stepped inside.
The evidence of past battles were evident everywhere. Smashed columns, cracked and shattered crystals. The Fortress had seen better days. Clark made his way to the bank of crystals which was the nerve center of the complex. He gently removed a crystal from it's slot and reinserted it into another. This caused a brilliant cone of light and energy to appear from the cieling. He then activated the Kryptonian learning matrix. He knew from past experience that when he stepped in there would be no turning back. He would be there until his training as completed. And from what Jor-El had told him before, this could possibly take years. Years of being separated from the rest of the world. Hidden away with only a computor as his sole companion. He took a deep breath and began to step toward the matrix. As he was about to step in he heard a voice from behind.
"Clark!!"
It was his father, Jonathan Kent.
AN: this was kind of short. but I hope it was entertaining. please feel free to share any thoughts. I would greatly appreciate any feedback!
