Welcome to my New Amalgam story at long last!
I just want to thank JadeDragon220 and Jokermask18 for helping me make this fanfic a reality. Enjoy everything my mind, sane and insane, had to offer.
It was a beautiful sunshine in the area, the whole of the country could be cheering for joy. But there was one city greator than the rest. Amalgam City the, worlds largest city out there. It's on a large island off the coast of its perspective state, California...
Clark woke up to the sound of his alarm going off and harsh sunlight screaming in through his window. Mumbling irritably, he swiped at his alarm, missing a few times before managing somehow to hit the snooze button. Wrapping the blanket back around his scrawny frame, Clark closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep...
A harsh knocking at his door jarred him awake. Groaning, he pressed a pillow to his face and hoped that whoever it was would just go away. That didn't happen. Instead, with a grunt of effort and the sound of splintering wood, Clark's bedroom door flew open. His eyes snapped open. Startled, Clark tried to scramble to his feet only to have the blanket wrap around his legs and trip him up. He landed with a dull thud and spent the next few moments wrestling with his comforter.
When he finally freed himself and looked up, he saw his best friend Logan standing there, leaning idly against the doorframe. "Hey, bro! Wake up. Time for school." "Logan." Clark scowled and pulled himself to his feet. "Was that absolutely necessary?"
"You wouldn't get up." "The door wasn't even locked." Clark exclaimed, running his fingers along the crack. "Aw, man, you snapped the wood." "How was I supposed to know?" Logan feigned as innocent a look as he could.
Clark sighed. "Whatever, Logan. Let's just go."
Logan headed downstairs while Clark stripped down and pulled on a clean shirt and a pair of jeans. He went downstairs, watching as Alfred fussed over Logan's clothes and demanded to know if the boy had everything he needed ("It's alright Alfred, I have everything." "Did you remember your summer essay?" "...Oops.") Clark snickered, not seeing his mother approaching him from behind until it was too late. She planted a kiss on his cheek and shoved a bag lunch into his hands. "Ma..." He complained and rubbed his face irritably. His mother just laughed. "What do you want for breakfast?" Clark stole a look at the clock. "Nothing. If we don't leave now, we'll be late." He grabbed his friend by the arm, ignoring his protests, and dragged him out of the house and halfway down the street. Scowling, Logan shook him off and elbowed him in the ribs. "Hey!" Clark rubbed his side. "What was that for?" "Your mother still makes you a bagged lunch." It wasn't really a question. More like a statement, and Logan put up one of his rare wide grins about it. "Shut up, Logan."
The two sophomores reached Xavier High on time, by some miracle. Logan maintained an easy pace the whole way, but even still Clark found himself struggling to keep up (Both running to the school that day AND in terms of their grades). Logan stopped every once in awhile so he could catch up, kindly not saying a word... the running not their grades.
"Logan, Clark, over here!" They looked over to see their friend, Jimmy Banner, waving his arms madly to get their attention. The 17 year old next to him, Mr. full-of-himself Hal Stark kept grabbing his arm, trying to get him to stop, but Jimmy was too worked up to care.
Logan rolled his eyes, reluctantly following Clark across the street to them. Jimmy gave Clark a quick hug, and tried to give Logan one as well, thought better of it, and just smiled at him instead. The edges of Logan's mouth quirked up into a little smile, but it only lasted a second. Hal had no such thought process. He clapped Logan on the back, maybe a little harder than he had Clark. "Wayne." "Stark."
Jimmy looked worried, but Clark knew both of them too well to expect any trouble. They seemed like complete polar opposites, but Clark knew that they'd be there for each other if they needed it.
"Guys." Jimmy piped up. "Guys, we need to go or we won't have any time to find our classes." Logan and Hal seemed considerably less concerned about that, but they complied with Jimmy's request.
Jimmy dashed ahead, weaving through the crowd. He turned back to shout at his friends again, and somehow managed to run right into someone and send them both sprawling. "I'm so sorry." Jimmy exclaimed, gathering up the other student's books and offering them back. When he saw who it was, his jaw dropped.
It was a girl.
But it wasn't just any girl. She looked like a beauty; like a princess from a fairy-tale. She had this skin tone that suggested that she was African; she also has this beautiful angel-white hair, giving her the look of a goddess.
Needless to say, Jimmy was blushing like hell.
"Go Jimmy!" Hal laughed.
Jimmy seemed to be having trouble speaking, and Hal and Logan were absolutely no help, so Clark had to be the nice one and hustled over to them.
"Jimmy, you klutz." Clark gently punched his shoulder. "Sorry about that. My name's Clark, this is Logan, and the babbling one is Jimmy."
"Ororo. Ororo Prince." She smiled. Hal materialized next to her. "And I'm Hal, your future husband."
Clark looked at Logan, who nodded and dragged Hal away by his backpack.
"Awww, let 'em go, Wayne. It was just getting good." Logan scowled and turned towards the source of the jokster of a voice. "Parker." "No, Logan. Remember what we talked about?" Clark touched his arm.
"Killing is illegal... and rude." He grumbled.
"Good boy." Clark replied. "Just ignore Connor. He'll go away eventually."
Connor's grinning face suddenly vanished from sight. The younger boy reappeared in the hands of Jamie Thompson, jock and school bully, who shoved poor Connor Parker against the school wall. "Annoying little runt." Jaime chuckled. "Miss me?" Without thinking, Clark charged over to them. "Leave him alone, Thompson." "Why d'you care?"
"He's just a kid."
"How about you mind your own business?" Jaime shoved Connor away and caught the front of Clark's shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, Clark could see Logan making his way over to them. Clark opened his mouth to stop him, to tell him that he could fight his own fights, when a hand clamped down on Jaime's shoulder. "What's going on, boys?"
The owner of that hand looked... cool. And weird at the same time, He had differently colored eyes and his hair was one color on one side and dyed a different color on the other. He had this air of purpose about him.
The man smiled. "Nothin'." Jaime smiled innocently and let go of Clark. "Just messin' around." "I'm sure." The man frowned at him.
"Who're you?" Clark asked.
"Professor Asher." He smiled warmly. "You can call me Prof, or Axel. Whatever you're comfortable with. And who might you be?" "Clark." The boy smiled.
"Well, Clark." Asher laughed. "You and your friends better get going. The bell's going to ring in about... thirty seconds."