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Chapter One: Initial Contact
"Heads up, Boy Scout!"
Clark looked up just in time to see a black gloved first connect with his face. The pure force behind the blow causing him to cry out as his face jerked to the side with a distinct viciousness, that left him with the belief had he been anyone other than himself, his neck would have broken from the contact.
The shockwave caused by the contact clearly visible as the very air around him was displaced and the young Krytonian sent soaring through the air leaving a clear and devastationg path of sheer destruction in his wake.
As he crashed through numerous trees and underbrush, Clark had a brief flash of memory to the last times he'd been on the receiving end of a strength of this magnitude, a Zod infected Lex and Brainiac. Suddenly,as he came to a stop and all he could hear was the sounds of the forest being demolished as he crashed along the ground leaving a large trail of splintered wood and a mile long crater in his wake.
He sat up and gave his head a slight shake in order to clear the black spots and blurriness. He gave a pained hiss as he was rewarded for his efforts with more pain. 'Bad move.' with an audible groan, he pushed himself to his knees. His eyes constantly roaming the remaining forest, or at least what was left for some sign of his mysterious assailant.
He began to get to his feet albeit shakily and with some difficulty, just his left he heard a twig snap as it was stepped on and whirled towards the sound. As he turned, there was a slight blur of motion just barely into his blindspot. Turning once again to meet, noting but air and forest.
After a few tense moments Clark began to physically and mentally relax as his body lost its rigid form. As he began to straighten his crouched form and unclench his fists, he closed his eyes in silent relief, only to receive a large boot to his midsection, and as an almost immediate follow up an elbow to his exposed spine, sending him crashing back to the hard ground and into a moderately sized crater, curtioiousy one downed Krytonian.
Still clearly dazed by the sudden attack, Clark almost reacted to hesitantly to avoid the next assault. As he rolled to the side narrowly avoiding the boot that came crashing down toward his head, he came to the conclusion that his attacker had no qualms about finishing him off while at his weakest, Clark now recognized the fact that he'd need some outside help on this one.
Coming out of the roll onto his knees in a slight crouch, immediately on the alert, tensing his muscles in order to react at the first sign of movement. As his eyes swept through the clearing, Clark wasn't surprised to see that his assailant had vanished. He gave a low growl as searing pain swept through his body, causing him to drop to his knees, and begin to heave with violent hacks as blood began to fill his mouth.
Once the coughing fit had subsided and he'd ridden his mouth of the blood and bile, Clark reached into his pocket only to find it empty. His eyes widened slightly as he realized that sometime during the assault, he'd lost the communicator that Oliver had left for him. When the man had placed it into his palm and asked that it be kept at all times. Clark had almost refused, but he had relented just to appease Oliver, vowing that he'd hold on to it for just in case.
He turned his head slightly and squinted, activating his telescopic vision, vaguely aware of the blood dripping down his face. A slight brush of his fingers across his brow, insured that there'd be none ruining his vision for the moment.
As he began scanning the surrounding area for the misplaced device, he heard a slight movement to his left, a light footfall upon the grass, and he tensed in response preparing for the next blow. Shifting his vision slightly without turning his head as acknowledgement, he saw it a black and red blur just out of view, barely on the edge of his line of sight.
He was already in motion when the ground that he had been occupying suddenly imploded on itself. With dirt and debris saturating the air it was difficult to get a bead on his attacker's location.
This is just a teaser of the newest chapter of the retooled Birthright Saga: Exile The new prologue was posted exactly at 11:59:59 on the 31st of December. The new chapter will be posted when it's finished whenever that is. but my main concern is quality control. I liked where the original was going but after writing out twelve chapters it started to piss me off as with the whole mythos being fucked over by M and G. I love Smallville but sometimes it kinda pisses me off. But after some immense changes I think I can work with what I've got. Exile for the record is going to be kinda 'jumpy' and frantic is the right phrase I guess... Since it's set during DH and Seventh Year... Ginny will not be the love interest for Harry. The girl in question is an Allum of Hogwarts, also I'm going to be a bit of a bastard with what I do to her seeing as she's the catalyst for the...well let's not get ahead of ourselves.... also remember to read the new prologue
Nani itute ketsukaru
JERO (ジェロ)
