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So I saw the episode of Supergirl "Midvale" (if you don't want a spoiler if you haven't seen it, go to the story now...) and I was like "GASP!" when they brought up Chloe, who is a Smallville-created character, and I was like, "oh my god! Does this mean the Supergirl universe is also the Smallville universe?" A part of me is hoping, as they ARE bringing in Smallville characters, as we saw Erica Durance, who placed Lois Lane in Smallville.
But something tells me that isn't the case. Sadly.
Okay! Story time!
Chapter 2: An Alien, or an Angel?
The sun shined down over the countryside of Kansas state, over the town of Smallville, and far wide to a farm area. The sign hanging from the entry gate reading "Kent Farm".
Light casting through the open window frame of the upper level of the barn, it shined through and down on the only person there.
Nathan Kent grunted as he continued his morning workout, finishing with lifts. His face and hair only slightly damped with sweat, his incredible stamina barely pushed, even after working out for 2 hours straight. Not much has changed since the bus accident, except he grew taller, and had gotten a haircut. His hair, once reaching his shoulders in a wild mane, was cut short. Well as short as they could get, now coming down to his ears. It was easier said than done, of course, having cost them 10 razors and 3 grass shears. Other than that, he had spent his time training his control over his powers.
Beside him, the alarm clock he setup rang, letting him know it was time to finish his work out. Grunting, he carefully put the tractor he's been lifting down on the ground, before grabbing the towel he hanged on a nearby post to dry himself off. Looking at his watch, he saw the time, before in a burst of speed, the sound of the wind pushed echoing through the barn, as he ran to the house to wash up.
Later in the kitchen, showered, dressed and ready for school, Nathan opened the fridge and took out the bottle of milk. However, before he could take so much as a sip, his mother entered the kitchen, and snatched the bottle from him. "Unh-unh!"
Nathan pouted at her. "It tastes better out of the bottle." He said, only for her to give him a stern look.
"Where'd you learn your manners?"
"On a farm." He joked, earning rolling eyes from his mother, as he went around getting his breakfast.
Just then, the door opened, and Jonathan entered. Seeing Nathan, he smirked. "Well, morning, sleepyhead." He greeted, accepted the cup of coffee from his wife.
"Morning, dad." Nathan said as he sat down on the table. Martha then got their attention.
"Now, don't forget. I have class tonight, so you two are on your own." She said, before taking the milk bottle Jonathan was chugging down, making Nathan chuckle. "And don't order pizza. There's plenty of food in the fridge."
Jonathan nodded. "Right, right."
Meanwhile, Nathan bit his bottom lip, as he reached into his pocket, and took out a folded paper. Looking at it, he debating talking to his dad about it or not.
Unfortunately for him, Jonathan saw it. "What you got there, son?"
"Um…" stuttering, he stood up, unfolding the paper to show it was a permission slip. "It's a permission slip...for the Smallville High football team." He said, making Jonathan look at him, and sigh as Marha looked at them. "A couple of spots opened up, so…"
Jonathan put his mug down. "Nathan, we talked about this." He said, making the blonde frown.
"Dad, come on. You played football in high school."
"That was different." Jonathan said, but it only made Nathan's frown deepen.
"Because I'm different?"
"Nathan…" Martha muttered, looking at her son as Jonathan was silent.
"Dad, I can control myself. Ever since the bus accident, I've been practicing. You've been helping me! I can hold back, I promise!" Nathan argued.
Jonathan shook his head as he sat down. "The problem isn't you, Nate. It's the situation. A lot of things can happen in the heat of the game, son. People tackling one another, it makes you lose focus. And there are somethings you can't help but lose control over." He said, trying to make his son see that he only had his safety in mind.
However, Nathan wouldn't give up. This was his only chance to finally step out of the shadows and be something other than the awkward kid in school. "Most new guys hardly even play. Chances are I'll ride the bench half the season. Dad, I can be careful."
Martha looked at her husband. "John, he has been practicing his powers. And for the last year, he's managed to blend in." She added, making Nathan hopeful that his dad would agree.
Once more, Jonathan sighed, and looked at his son. "I know that you can be careful, Nate, but what if there's an accident? I'm sorry son, but its too much of a risk."
Nathan frowned, very unhappy with this. Grabbing the permission slip, he folded it in and put it back in his pocket. His parents saw this, and frowned. They didn't like having to force their son away from sports or physical activity. But if it prevented having his powers exposed, and the government appearing to take him away from them, then so be it.
Jonathan put a hand on Nathan's shoulder. "Look, Nathan. I knew these past years have been tough on you, but I promise, it'll get better. You just need to hang in there."
But Nathan shook his head, walking to his breakfast plate, and finished it fast, before putting the plate in the sink. Walking to the door, grabbing his red and black jacket and backpack as he did, he paused at the door, turning to look at his parents. "I'm sick of always "hanging in there". I'm sick of always being the weird kid at school. Being a loser. What's the point of having powers, if I always have to hide in the shadows?" He asked, before walking out, leaving his frowning parents.
Jonathan sighed, as Martha rubbed his shoulder in comfort.
Putting on his jacket as he walked, Nathan sighed. 'Well, there goes my one chance to stop being the weird kid.'
He wasn't mad at his parents, at least not as much as he'd would like right now, he knew they were just looking out for him, but since that day in elementary school, when he first lost control of his powers and almost went crazy, he's been labeled as the "Freak", something that had stuck with him for years.
He just wanted to feel normal. Be normal. He wanted to try out for sports like normal teens, go to parties, and not have dizzy spells every time he got close to Lana.
Instead, he was the guy who could lift up a car with his bare hands, run 10 miles in seconds, and see and hear from far away. He didn't ask for these powers, didn't even know why he had them. And personally, if it made him a freak, didn't even want them.
Except maybe the power to fly, which he still said he did when he leaped from the water tower, flying through the air, and into the barn, and nearly hitting the ground, but didn't. He knew he wasn't imagining things when he hovered off the ground for a few seconds. Unfortunately, he didn't know how he did it, and tried many times do so again, but always ended in failure. Damn it.
Unfortunately his parents didn't believe him, as for all the incredible things he could do, flying didn't seem possible.
Looking up, his eyes widened when he saw that he missed the school bus as it rolled away. "Crap!" He cursed as he chased after it. "Hey!" He called out, hoping to make it stop, but it was no use as he stopped in the middle of the road, making him groan.
Meanwhile, in said bus, looking out the window at the shrinking form of Nathan, Chloe Sullivan, a blonde teen girl with shoulder length hair that ended in curves, turned around and looked at the smug Pete Ross, an African American descendant teen, as she handed him a roll of bills. "I can't believe you've bet against your best friend."
Pete smirked as he took the money. "Statistical fact. If Nathan moved any slower, he'd be extinct."
Left in the dust cloud, Nathan clicked his tongue in annoyance as the bus left the area. Sighing, he then got an idea, making him smirk. Looking back at the house to make sure his parents weren't watching, Nathan shot off in a blur, moving at incredible speed. Racing after the bus as it went down the countryside road, he ran down the cornfield, bypassing the Smallville Sign.
Welcome to Smallville, Kansas
The Meteor Capital of the World
Pop. 45,001
Nathan ran down the crops, causing the corn crops to curve in his way, as his feet kicked up dirt under him. Nearing the bus as it slowed down to pick up more students, he leaped high into the air, landed on top of the roof, the noise drawing the attention of Chloe.
"Did you hear that?" She asked Pete, getting a shrug.
Bouncing off the roof, unnoticed by anyone, Nathan continued running to school ahead of everyone else, passing by a sign of a future housing construction project, owned by Luthor Corp.
Smallville High
Chloe walked up the school steps as Pete caught up with her. "So, anyone ask you to the dance?" He asked.
Chloe shook her head. "Not yet."
"If nothing pans out with you know who, maybe-" Pete said, only to be interrupted as Chloe turned around, facing him.
"Pete, do you want to take a commercial break? I told you a hundred time, I'm not interested in Nathan Kent!" She stated, getting tired of him always making a comment of her having feelings for Nathan, before continuing walking, as Pete ran after her.
"Your vehement denial has been duly noted. But hey, maybe you and I can go together- I mean, not as a date-date think. More as a friend-friend thing." He suggested. Chloe give it a thoughtful look, but before she could say anything, Nathan walked up behind them, carrying books.
"Hey guys!" He greeted, as Chloe turned around, looking at him in surprise.
"Wha-uh, weren't you just...how did you-" She stuttered. Nathan smirked at her.
"I got a ride from Mr. Danvers as he was passing by." He explained. Pete put his arm around Nathan's shoulder as he led the blonde away.
"Nate, you're going to have to excuse our intrepid reporter. Seems as though her "Weird-ar" is on DefCon 5 today. She thought someone was attacking the bus." Pete said, making Nathan raise a brow at him, as Chloe followed them, huffing in offense as she got in front of the males.
"Okay! Just because everyone else chooses to ignore the strange things that happen in this leafy little hamlet, doesn't mean that they don't happen."
Nathan shook his head. "Chloe, we've been telling you, nothing weird ever happens in Smallville. So we had a Meteor Shower attack hit us once, that doesn't mean strange things came from it."
Chloe puffed as she looked at him. "Then explain the missing people. The strange power outages?"
Pete stopped her. "Look Chloe, as much as we'd like to join you and Scooby inside the Mystery Machine for another snacy adventure, but Nate and I need to hand in our permission slips before homeroom." He said, taking his slip out. However, Nathan sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Actually, Pete. I've been thinking, and I don't think football's really for me."
"Come on, Nate. This is the only way."
Chloe got in their conversation, chuckling. "Wait. You two are trying out for the football team? No offense, but you two don't exactly cut out as the quarterback type." While, Nathan looked to be a man of fit with a strong posture and height of 5 foot 6 inches, she had never seen him try anything physical. Even in gym, he always seemed reluctant to do anything physical. She has never once seen him work out, which is surprising, given the slight muscular physique he always kept hidden under his baggy clothes. "So what is this? Some kind of teen suicide pact?" She asked, making the two boys glance at one another, before dragging her to the side away from prying ears. "Ow! Okay, ow!" She stated as she was dragged before the three stopped behind a corner. "What?"
"We're trying to avoid being this year's scarecrow?" Pete whispered.
"What are you talking about, and why the whispering?" Chloe asked, also whispering.
Nathan explained. "It's a homecoming tradition. Every year, before the big game, the players pick a freshman, kidnap him, and take him out to Radley Field, where they strip him down to his boxers, and paint a large S on his chest. They then hang him up on a post, like a scarecrow."
Chloe looked at him in a creeped out expression. "Jesus, sounds like years of therapy waiting to happen."
"Why do you think we want to try out for the team? Figure they won't choose one of their own." Pete said.
"Okay, that, is a terrible plan." Chloe deadpanned. "You really think they wouldn't pick the rookies as well? And how come no one has informed the principal about this?"
"Because it's after school that it's done, and the principal and staff can't control what happens after school."
As Chloe and Pete argued, Nathan grunted as a slight uneasiness passed through him. Looking up, he spotted Lana Land pass them as she chatted with her friends. His eyes followed her, mesmerized a bit by her long dark brown hair as it swayed.
Lana Lang, was a young woman of great beauty. With clear skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. She possessed a curve that many girls wished for, and only few could have. As he looked at her, his heart couldn't help but beat slightly faster. For as long as he knew, Nathan has had a crush on Lana. She was the girl next door, his best friend before he was forced to cut things off between them.
He glared at the source of their separation. Dangling around her neck on a string, was a small green crystal. The crystal being a piece taken from a meteor that came down 13 years ago.
The same crystal, that always made him nauseous every time he got just 5 feet from her.
He didn't think he could hate an object so much.
Meanwhile, their conversation stopping as they noticed the silent Nathan, Pete and Chloe followed his eyes, and Pete chuckled in amusement, while Chloe sighed.
"Still pining over Lana, huh Nate?" Pete asked, snapping Nathan from his staring. Shaking his head, he glared lightly at the chuckling Pete.
"What? No! I'm not...pining over anyone." He defended himself.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Oh please. Ever since middle school, you've been shooting googly eyes at Lana Lang. Man up and talk to her already!"
"Or are you going to be clumsy and make a fool of yourself again like you always do around her." Pete Nathan grunted. While it was true that he always tripped or accidentally broke something when around Lana, it was because the stupid meteorite kept draining him of his energy.
Nathan glared at his two smirking friends. "I'm not going to make a fool of myself!"
Chloe waved her hand at him. "Alright then, show us." Looking back at Lana, eyeing the meteorite, he looked back at the smirking duo. Huffing, he decided to show them, and began walking towards Lana. Chloe and Pete stood watching, with Pete holding a $5 bill.
"Five bucks says he trips in 5 seconds." Pete offered.
"I say he pucks." Chloe challenged, recalling that one time Nathan pucked where he stood when he tried to approach Lana. Disgusting, but funny.
As he got closer to Lana, Nathan moaned as his stomach did flips and twists. His knees buckled and barely held as sweat began gathering on his forehead. The books in his arms felt like bricks and his arms like twigs as his incredible strength began leaving him. However, he held on as much as he could. All he had to do was say hi to Lana, and get out before he caused a scene.
As he got close, Lana saw him approaching, and smiled at him. "Nathan! Hey."
He gave her his best smile. "Hey, Lana. How are you?"
Lana nodded, an impressed expression on her face. "Wow, you actually said more than one word to me this time. And here I thought you've been avoiding me."
Nathan chuckled, a bit nervously. "Wh-What m-makes you think that?" He asked, but was mentally starting to panic as he got pulled into a conversation. Being this close to the rock fragment, the effects on him began to increase the longer he stayed close. He could feel himself getting weaker and weaker every second he stayed in close proximity.
Lana, not noticing his uneasiness, shrugged. "Well, there's the fact that you stopped visiting me since we were 10 to play. You're always disappearing whenever me and my aunt come over. Not to mention you always avoid me when in school." She listed looking at him. Nathan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. What could he say?
At that moment, Nathan's arms became too weak to hold his books, and accidentally dropped them. "Crap!" he muttered, kneeling down to pick them up, with Lana helping him. Eyeing her necklace, Nathan shuffled back from it, the sensation now becoming a tingling feeling in his skin.
Lana picked up one of the books, reading the cover. "Nietzsche." She muttered, handing it over to Nathan. "I didn't realize you had a dark side, Nate."
He gave her a half smile as he grab the rest of his books. "Doesn't everyone? If I didn't, that'd make me a boy scout. Wouldn't want that." He said, making Lana chuckle as she stood up.
"Yeah, I guess so. So what are you Nathan? Man, or Superman."
"Trust me, I'm still trying to figure that out myself." He muttered as he stood up, groaning a bit as his legs felt slightly numb. Yeah, he better get away from Lana now, before the effects really get him. He was happy the meteorite was only a small one, or else he'd be in trouble.
Just then, someone approached them. The man was tall with blonde hair that covered his forehead, and blue eyes. He was wearing a Smallville High letterman jacket. This was Whitney Fordman, star quarterback, and Lana's boyfriend. "There you are Lana." He greeted, kissing her.
Nathan looked away. Whitney looked at him, raising a brow at his slightly pale complexion. "You okay there Kent? You look like you're hurl."
Gulping, holding back the urge to do just that, Nathan waved him off, turning. "I-I'm fine. I've got to go." He said, walking away.
"See ya, Nate." Lana muttered, watching the blonde teen leave.
Once getting far away from Lana and the meteorite, Nathan gasped in relief as the effect vanished and he instantly felt better. He shook his head, sighing.
"That went better than I've expected." He muttered as the bell rang. He walked towards Chloe and Pete, passing them as he snatched the $5. "I'll take that." He said, having heard their bet. The two pouted as they followed him to class.
As students went to class, no one paid attention to a lone guy, who stood in front of a trophy case, staring at the photo of a past team. He narrowed his eyes at the smiling players. Wrapping his hand in a cloth, he punched through the glass, shattering it. Taking the photo frame, he left the school, without anyone knowing.
After class, Nathan sat on the bleachers on the football field, watching the tryouts with a longing look. He sighed, glancing at the cheerleader squad, seeing Lana, before tearing his gaze away and back down to his book. It was a biology book.
For years, he's been trying to figure out answers. Mostly on how he seemed to be able to do the things he could do. His parents wouldn't answer his questions, always saying he will know in time, but he didn't want to wait.
He's been reading books on biology, human structures, Cellular and Muscular Studies, going online, anything that could give him some kind of clue.
Sadly, there was no such luck.
"Nate!" Looking up, he saw Pete approaching him, wearing football gear, with a helmet to big for his head. "How do I look?"
Looking his over, Nathan smirked. "Like a dead man walking." He answered, packing his stuff. Passing Pete, he patted him on the shoulder. "Good luck." He said, before leaving to walk home, an easy feat for him.
However, he decided to make a stop today.
Loeb Bridge
Leaning against the railing, Nathan looked down at the water. In his option, his day went well, classes were boring, but he managed to make it through them. He was still a bit bombed out about not being able to try out for football, as besides not getting picked to be the "Scarecrow", he did want to actually play.
To finally change his boring life. No more "keeping it safe and controlled".
He could actually act like a normal teen.
'But that just isn't for me.' He thought, sighing as a truck carrying rolls of welded wires rolled by behind him, not noticing one fall off and roll to the middle of the road.
Meanwhile, near the bridge, a car was driving down the road. The driver was a bald man, wearing a grey sweater shirt and black coat and dark pants. This man, was Alexander "Lex" Luthor, who was on his way back from meeting and establishing his new management at one of LuthorCorp's Fertilizer Plant in Smallville. A gift from his father.
The thought made him scoff.
Like his father would ever give him any sort of gift. This was just a hand-me-down.
Since the meteor shower, Lex has become a failure in his father's eyes. Lex knew this perfectly, the look in the man's eyes whenever he looked at Lex said so. A failure at everything. And so Lionel sought fit to help 'raise' his son to be better than he was before.
To remake him how he sought fit.
'I'm nothing but a puppet of clay for that man to control and model how he wants.' Lex thought, gripping the wheel tightly, before sighing. It was only the interference of his mother and adopted sister, Lena, that helped keep Lex from eventually snapping.
Hearing his phone ringing as he made it to the bridge, he took it out, and took his eyes off the road for a moment, looking at the caller. Seeing who it was, he chuckled. 'Speak of the devil.' Turning his eyes back to the road as he was about to answer, when he saw the roll of wires laying in the middle of the bridge, and he was quickly heading towards it.
Eyes widening, he slammed his foot on the breaks as he pulled the wheel to the side to try and evade the roll.
Nathan, having been lost in his thoughts, was pulled out of them when he heard the sound of tire screeches. Turning his head, his eyes widened in surprise as he saw a fast speeding car running over the wires, causing the tires to pop. The car went out of control as Lex tried to stabilize it. The out of control car then headed towards Nathan.
Both man's eyes widened as the car come towards the blonde in a fast speed. Reacting quickly, Nathan jumped to the side to get out of the way. However, he was half way through, when the car's front side slammed into his legs. However, instead of breaking said legs, Nathan's body acted similar to a pillar, and the collision force caused the side frame of the windshield to dent and tilt on its front tire, crash through the fence, and drop down into the lake.
For Nathan, the impact pushed his flying body back over the side of the bridge, but he managed to quickly grab hold of the railing. Hanging off the side, Nathan looked down and saw the sinking car. Cursing, he pushed his feet off the side, and drived down after it. Swimming down toward the sinking car as fast as he could underwater, he managed to reach it. He saw the windshield broken, and water quickly enter the car, with the driver unconscious. Going to side of the car, Nathan grabbed the door, and tore it off. Throwing it away, he grabbed the driver, snapping the seatbelt off, and having a hold on him, pushed off the car to get a boost back to the surface.
Breaking into the surface, Nathan swims to the riverside, holding the man. Making it, he lays the man down, before seeing that he didn't seem to be breathing. "Crap!" He stated as he pumps against his chest, making sure not to put too much pressure and do more damage than intending. Giving the man CPR. he continues to try and revive the man. "Come on man! Don't you die on me! Come on!"
Just then, the man sputtered, spitting out water as he gasped, breathing heavily as air filled his lungs, making Nathan sigh in relief. Opening his eyes with a groan, Lex looked at Nathan.
"I could have sworn I hit you."
Nathan chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "Only a bump. Thank god for that, or we'd both be death." He said, looking at the broken railings on the bridge.
Lex looked at him. "Who are you?"
Nathan looked back at him, and smirked. "Nathan. Nathan Kent. You?"
"Lex. Lex Luthor."
Nathan watched the tapped off scene on the bridge as he sat on the riverbank. The sound of hurried footsteps behind him, he turned around to see his dad running towards him. "Nate!" Running to him, Jonathan looked him over in great worry. "Son, you alright."
Nathan nodded. "Yeah, dad. I'm okay." He said, making Jonathan sigh in relief. When he got the call, he rushed over. Last thing he wanted as a repeat of the school bus incident.
Jonathan looked at the sheriff beside them, who has been asking Nate question on what happened. "Who's the maniac driving the car?"
"That would be me."
Jonathan and Nate turned their heads and saw Lex walking towards them, a towel draped over him like Nathan. "Lex Luthor." Lex introduced himself. Nathan, looking at his dad, saw the flash of annoyance and anger in his eyes, and cringed his brow in confusion, as it looked different than his usual annoyance.
"I'm Jonathan Kent. This is my son." Jonathan practically gritted out as an attempt to calm his anger as he took off his jacket and draped it over Nathan."
Lex nodded as he looked at Nathan. "Thanks for saving my life."
Nathan returned the nod, smiling lightly at him. "No prob. I'm sure you would have done the same." Standing up, he and Jonathan began walking away.
"You have an extraordinary boy there, Mr. Kent." Lex spoke, getting their attention. "If there's any way I can repay you-"
Jonathan stopped him, turning to Lex, almost getting in his face. "Dad." Nathan called, hoping to prevent a fight.
Jonathan took a breath, looking at Lex. "Drive slower." He said, before leaving with Nathan, the latter giving Lex a final nod, before the Kents left.
Left in the riverbank, Lex looked as his car was lifted out of the river. The front was wrecked, and the driver door was missing. Staring at it for a while, Lex soon left.
After an hour of his crying mother hugging his tightly in worry, and making all his favorite foods, ignoring his protests, the family turned in early, with Nathan deciding to spend a bit more out, as he sat on the roof, looking up at the star filled night sky, the full moon glowing brightly. He closed his eyes, the glow bathing him, and just seemed to wash all his worries away.
From her house, Lana walked out onto the porch, and spotted Nathan on his roof. She smiled softly as she saw how peaceful he looked. Way different than how he usually looked. He always seemed scared and cautious whenever she saw him. As if he was worried he would break anything he touched.
Ever since she could remember, Nathan has always been a voluntary outcast. In elementary, he never played with the other kids, always sitting off to the side, and turning down any requests for him to play.
In Middle School & High School, he never partook in any clubs or sports, even though he clearly wanted to.
Nathan Kent would always be a mystery to her. And not just him, but his parents as well. Even to this day, she can remember either his father or mother, always keeping an eye on them when they played together, as if keeping an eye for if something happened, and ready to act as needed.
Lana frowned, sighing. She wished she knew what was going on with Nathan, to help him if he was in trouble or something. Before he cut her off, they were best friends, and would tell each other everything.
'Sometimes I wish we could go back to how we were. Friends.' She thought a bit longingly, before jumping, startled, as arms wrapped around her from behind. Turning her head, she smiled as Whitney kissed her cheek. Lana chuckled as he pulled her close to him. "My aunt will be back any minute." She warned him, but he didn't listen to her.
"Oh come on! We're living life on the edge." He teased, earning a light slap on the back of his hand.
"If Aunt Nell finds us here, your life won't be worth living." Lana told him with a giggle.
Whitney smirked. "Where is she anyway? Bridge Club?"
"Lex Luthor's." Lana answered.
As Whitney pulled away, he looked at her in surprise. "I didn't know you aunt knew the Luthors." He said questionably as he and Lana sat down on the porch bench.
"She sold them land." She told him.
Whitney gained a thoughtful look. "They own the Metropolis Sharks. She could put in a good word for me." He said, a hopeful tone in his voice.
Lana shrugged. "If you want someone to put in a good word, ask Nathan." She said, getting a confused brow from her boyfriend. "He saved Lex Luthor's life today."
"You're kidding. Nathan Kent?"
Lana smiled, a glint in her eyes that Whitney saw, and made him frown. "Sometimes people can surprise you. I think it's kinda cool."
Whitney's frown deepened, jealousy growing in his heart. Lana told him how Nathan and her used to be friends, but the way she talks about him, and would sometimes look at him, made him wonder.
He cleared his throat, decided to quickly switch topics. "Couch said a scout from Kansas State is coming Saturday."
Lana smiled at him, glad for her boyfriend. "That's great!" Whitney smiled back, but then frowned, looking out at the darkness.
"I don't want to be a "Remember him?" kind of guy. Smallville's got enough of those." He muttered, using a solemn voice to hopefully earn some sympathy from his girlfriend and get her focus away from Nathan.
Lana smiled at Whitney, before reaching back and unhook her necklace, and held it in front of him. "I want you to wear this to the game on Saturday." She said, making Whitney look at her in surprise.
Grabbing the necklace piece, Whitney looked at her. "I can't take this." Lana gave him a smirk.
"You can give it back after you win."
"Is it really made from a piece of the meteor that...you know…?" He asked hesitantly.
Lana nodded with a sad smile. "So much bad luck came out of it...there can only be good luck left." Whitney nodded, smiling, and leaned in to lock lips with her.
As the two kissed, Nathan watched them from the roof. He watched a bit jealous at that visible feelings for one another, and wondered if he could one day have something like that. He sighed, shaking his head.
'What girl would want a freak like me?' He thought solemnly, before climbing down to his bedroom window to get some sleep.
It's been a long day.
Meanwhile - Frank's Auto Repair
With rock music blaring, Frank walked around a truck, working on the engine. Turning the ignition, he smirked as it turned on. Putting down the hood, he turned, jumping when he saw someone standing at the entrance. "Jeez, kid! Scared the crap out of me!" Stepping closer to the person, he got a good look of him under the lighting. "Don't I know you?" He asked, but only got silence as the person just stood there, glaring hateful eyes at him. Frank raised a brow, getting closer to him. "You look like that scarecrow kid we put up back in high school that went missing the day of the meteor shower. Wow, you haven't aged a bit! Where the hell you been these last 13 years?" Getting only silence, Frank was starting to get annoyed. "Hey, Freakazoid. Wake up." Reaching up to nudge him on the shoulder, the next think Frank knew, he got a large electric current coursing through him, making him grit his teeth as his body spasm and shook, before in a bang, he was sent flying through the air, and crashing down on his work bench. Groaning, Frank leaned up, looking at the teen in shock and fear, as he walked closer. "What the hell?"
"Not so funny now, is it?" The guy asked, stepping closer to Frank. "To be scared and feel helpless. To be pushed down as someone stronger than you stood above you? Do you have any idea what you and your friends did to me? How you ruined my life?" The guy gritted out as he looked down at Frank in anger.
"That was 13 years ago, man. It was just a prank!" Frank exclaimed, but was ignored as the teen knelt down over him. "What do you want?"
The teen gave him a wicked smirk, holding up a hand that had electricity coursing around it. "To play."
For the next hour, the rock music blocked the screams.
The Next Day - Kent Farm
Nathan just got home from school, when he got a surprise. "What the?" He muttered as he approached a red, white striped truck parked next to the barn, with a blue ribbon on it. He recognized it as a Ford F-250 Super Duty, and whistled at it. "Wow." He looked at his mother, who was getting on the tractor. "Hey mom, whose truck is this?"
Martha looked at him. "Yours."
He blinked at her. "Say, wha?"
"It's a gift from Lex Luthor." She said, taking out the card that came with it and held it to him. Taking it, Nathan took out a card and read what it said.
""Dear Nathan, Drive safely. Always in your debt, the maniac in the Porsche." Damn." He muttered, taking another look at the truck, before looking at his mother over his shoulder, a question in his eyes. "So, can I?"
Martha shrugged. "Talk to your father. He has the keys."
Hearing the sound of the wood chipper on, Nathan frowned, and walked towards it, seeing his dad there. Approaching, Jonathan saw him, and turned the shredder off. Taking off the safety goggles and earmuffs, Jonathan looked at his son. "I know how much you want it, son, but you can't keep it." He stated as he passed Nathan, who turned to him.
"Why not? It's a gift."
"That may be, but do you deserve it?" Jonathan asked.
"I saved someone's life." Nathan retorted.
"Isn't them living enough?"
"Dad, come on! I'm 16. And you said I could work on my permit in the summer. If it's about quality, then how about you drive it and I drive the old one? Everyone wins."
Jonathan sighed as he looked at him. "It's not about winning, Nate. Or quality?"
"Then what's it about? Is it about Lex being a Luthor?" Nathan asked, making Jonathan pause. "I'm not blind, dad. I saw how you reacted when Lex told you he was a Luthor. And I've seen how you get whenever the name Luthor is brought up. So what's the deal? You just met Lex, and are already writing him off as a bad person."
Shaking his head, Jonathan looked at his son. "Do you want to know why that is?" He asked, making Nathan frown, and nod. "Do you remember Mr. Bell? We used to go fishing on his property. How about Mr. Guy? He used to send us pumpkins every Halloween. Well, Lionel Luthor, Lex's father, promised to cut them on a deal. He sent them flashy gifts." He held up the keys as an example, making Nathan frown. "Only once they sold him their property, did he go back on his world. He evicted them."
Nathan frowned at his dad. "So you're judging Lex on what his father did? Judging him because he's a Luthor?"
Jonathan scoffed, shaking his head. "No, Nathan, I'm not. I just want you to make sure you know just where the money that bought that truck came from. From whom the money came from."
Nathan was silent, shaking his head, and walked up to his loft. Seeing him go, Jonathan sighed, and called after him. "Nathan, I know you're upset son. But that's normal-"
"Normal?" Nathan repeated, stopping and turned to his head, annoyance flashing in his eyes. Throwing down his backpack and jacket on the stairs, Nathan stomped down, before walking towards the wood chipper. Turning it on, he held up his arm, while at that time, Martha walked out, and saw what was going on. "Is this normal?" He asked, before putting his arm into the chipper, much to his parent's horror.
"Nathan!" they shouted as Jonathan quickly ran to the chipper, turning it off, and pulling Nathan's arm out, as Martha ran towards them. Jonathan looked over his son's arm, only to see that only the sleeve was torn, while the arm was completely fine. The skin scratch free.
"Lex's car hit me at 60 mph, and I didn't even feel the impact! I saved him by tearing the door off. I can bend metal with my bare hands! I can run 30 mph in seconds! And you know how I saved everyone at the bus incident? By tearing the door off and pushing the entire bus to shore! Does that sound normal to you?! I am not normal! I'll never be normal!" He stated, before moving to grab his stuff, and went up to his loft.
Left standing there, Jonathan sighed and looked at Martha, who looked back at him, both having a conversation with their eyes.
Nathan sat on the roof, watching the setting sun, and seeing some birds flying through the sky. "Lucky bastards." He muttered. "What I would give for the power to fly." He sighed. He felt bad for scaring his parents like that, but it was something he had to get off his chest. What he said was true. He wasn't normal, will never be normal. His dad refusing to allow him to have the truck, to get a chance to feel normal, just made him snap.
He couldn't play with other kids.
He couldn't join any clubs or sports.
He couldn't drive a truck.
Hell, he'd be lucky if his parents even allowed him live on his own. And even then it would be with constant reminders to keep his powers hidden.
Raising the arm he attempted to shred, he frowned at the clean skin. He didn't even feel anything as the blades tried to pierce it. Instead, all it felt like was bumps and nudges.
Sometimes he wondered if he was cursed.
"Nathan! Can you come down here for a second?" He heard his mom call from inside the house. Sighing, Nathan stood up, and casually stepped over the edge, dropping down to the ground with only the ground cracking a bit, as he walked it off and entered the house, to see his parents standing in the kitchen, with his father holding what looked like a red blanket.
"What'd I do?" He asked.
Jonathan shook his head. "Nothing son. However, me and your mother think it's time we told you the truth."
He raised a brow in confusion, as Jonathan gestured for him to follow him as he walked toward the door. Nathan looked at his mother, who smiled at him, nodding for him to go ahead. Having no choice, Nathan followed his dad out, leaving Martha who frowned, worried for how their son would react once he discovered the truth of his origin.
Nathan followed Jonathan down to the storm cellar, much to his confusion. He recalled how his parents told him to never go down there. Climbing down the steps, he saw his dad standing before a large covered object. Jonathan looked at the object, before turning to Nathan. "It's time you knew the truth, son."
"What's going on?" Nathan asked, looking at the covered object. Whatever it was, made the hairs on his neck and arms stand on end, giving him a strange feeling.
Jonathan sighed, taking a deep breath, and began. "Your mother and I...we didn't pick you up at the shelter. We found you." He held up the red folded blanket. "This was with you when we did." He passed the bundle to Nathan.
Taking it, Nathan looked at it, the feeling of it in his grasp making a strange shiver go through his body. Clenching it, he felt something hard in the bundle, and unwrapped it. Inside the bundle, was a silvery rectangle plate, with strange wordings and symbols written on the sides. And under it, on the blanket, was a symbol of a black pentagon shield, with an "S" in it.
"That's not all." Jonathan said, making Nathan look at him. Grabbing the sheet on the object, Jonathan pulled it off, and Nathan's eyes widened when he saw what laid under the tarp. It was...spaceship?
"Dad...what…"
Jonathan patted the ship. "Son...we found you in this."
Nathan chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head. "Dad...you can't be serious. Are you telling me...I'm from what, from another planet? An alien?"
Jonathan also chuckled, shaking his head. "I know it's hard to believe. God, even I find it hard to believe sometimes. But it's true. The day of the meteor shower, this ship crashed landed near Martha and me as we were driving. The truck got flipped into a ditch...and then you appeared. We didn't know where you came from, but we followed the direction down the path, and found the ship. With you being near the location, and no one else around, the facts fit together. I know it sounds crazy, but with everything you can do, it makes it clear you are more special than you think, Nathan."
Nathan stared at the ship in disbelief, shaking his head as he turned around. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to figure out if what he was hearing was true or not. "I..I just can't…" He looked at the blanket and rectangle in his grasp. He then faced Jonathan. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?!" He demanded. For years he wondered why he was so different from everyone else, and now his parents decided to drop this huge bomb on him and told him he was some kind of alien?
Jonathan looked at his frantic son. "We wanted to protect you."
"Protect me? Protect me from what?! For years I've been feeling like a freak because of what I can do! You always told me I was "special" because of my abilities! Like some gift from God or something! I had so many questions I could never answer! My whole life you knew the truth and never told me!" Glaring at his dad, his eyes portraying the storm of emotions he was going through, Nathan shook his head, and in a blur, ran out of the storm cellar.
"Nathan!" Jonathan called after him, but it was no use.
From the kitchen window, Martha saw the blur that was her son run out of the form, and sighed. She feared this would happen.
Night - Smallville Graveyard
Riding on her horse, Lana entered the dark graveyard, shivering slightly from the darkness and eerie silence, the light of the moon making the place seem like something out of a horror movie. Getting down with a bouquet of flowers in hand, she stopped as she heard the sound of twigs snapping. "Who's there?" She called out.
"Don't shoot. It's me."
Turning her head, Lana spotted Nathan, as he sat at the base of an angel statue, a red blanket in hand. "Nathan?" Lana asked, as Nathan got up. "What are you doing creeping around the woods?" She asked, stepping closer, and saw the frowned on the blonde's face, and eyes that seemed conflicted.
"Thinking. Clearing me head. Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You probably want to be alone." He turned to leave, but Lana stopped him.
"Nathan wait." She said, making him stop and look at her. "I just wasn't expecting anyone else out here at this time. Are you okay?" She asked, walking to stand beside him.
Nathan chuckled slightly, looking at her. "I'm hanging out in a graveyard. Does that really strike you as okay behavior?"
Lana gave him a small smile. "Hey, I'm here too."
He shrugged. "Good point. What's your story?"
Lana looked down at the cold ground, before looking up at him. "Can you keep a secret?"
Nathan gave a bitter smile. "Like you won't believe." He said, nodding.
Lana rubbed her arm. "Well, I...I came out here to...talk to my parents." She said, making Nathan tilt his head at her, as she chuckled. "You must think I'm pretty weird; you know, conversing with dead people."
Nathan chuckled. "I'm the guy who accidentally broke the boy's restroom sink in 6th grade, and a lot of other stuff, remember? Between us, I'm the weird one." He said, making Lana chuckle. He smiled at her. "Of course I don't think you're weird. There's nothing wrong with missing your parents...I sometimes talk to the stars at night, to talk with my birth parents. Do you remember them? Your parents?"
Lana frowned. "They died when I was 3." She revealed, making Nathan frown also.
"I'm sorry." He said, but Lana shook her head, looking at him with a smile.
"It's not your fault, Nathan." She told him, before taking his hand. "Come one, I'll introduce you."
"I don't want to intrude." Nathan said, but Lana shook her head.
"It's okay." She then lead him to a couple's tombstone.
Lewis & Laura Lang, Forever Loved
"Mom, Dad, this is Nathaniel Kent." Lana introduced.
"Um, hi." Nathan said, giving a small wave.
"Yeah, he is kind of shy." Lana said, repeating what she was 'told' as she laid the flowers on the stone's base. Nathan pouted at her.
"I'm not shy." He muttered, getting a grin from Lana, before turned back to the stone.
"How should I know?" She said, before looking at him. "Mom wants to know if you're upset about a girl." She asked, getting a shake of the head from Nathan. Glanced at the stone, she looked back at him with a small giggle. "Dad wants to know if you're upset about a guy." She said, making Nathan sputter.
"N-No!" He said quickly, making Lana giggle.
"He has a twisted sense of humour." She said, making Nate sigh with a shake of his head. Lana looked at him. "But seriously Nate. What's troubling you?"
Nathan frowned, holding up the blanket, and feeling the rectangular object in his pocket. "I've...found out a bit about my past today. My parents found me wrapped in this. I guess it's my baby blanket." Lana looked at the blanket with a tilt of her head.
"May I?" She asked, getting a nod as Nate passed the blanket to her. Feeling it, she smiled softly. "It's smooth."
Nathan nodded. "It made me think about my birth parents. This is actually the first clue I've ever gotten about them. This wouldn't be the first time I've wondered about them. I love my adopted parents, of course. But sometimes…"
"Sometimes you wonder what your real parents were like, right?" Lana asked, getting a nod from the blonde. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to find out about the people who gave birth to you, Nathan. I love aunt Nell, of course, but sometimes...sometimes I dream I'm at school, waiting for Nell to pick me up. But she doesn't come. My parents drive up and they're not dead, they're just really late. I get in their car and we drive back to my real life in Metropolis. That's usually when I wake up. For a minute, I'm totally happy. Until I realize…I'm still alone." She said, frowning.
Nathan also frowned, looking down at the ground. Both sat in silence, unsure of what to say. Nathan then gets an idea on how to end the grim air, and looked at the tombstone. "What's that, Mrs. Lang?" He asked, getting Lana to look at him. "Yeah, I'll tell her." He looked at Lana. "Your mom wants you to know that you're never alone. That she's always looking over you. No matter what." He said as Lana stared at him, a smile growing back on her face. Nathan then looked back at the tombstone, tilting his head as if he heard something. "Hm? What's that Mr. Lang?" He asked, before nodding, and looked at Lana. "You dad think you're a shoe in for homecoming queen." he said, making Lana chuckle. "He also said to make sure Whitney doesn't try anything perverse on you. And that if he does, he'll come back alive just so he can keep his ass." He then leaned towards her, whispering. "Sounds like your dad's not afraid to use a shotgun if he has to." That made Lana laugh as Nathan smiled at her, glad to see her happy again.
"They really say all that?" She asked, with Nathan nodding.
"Yeah. They're quite chatty once you get them started. Not to mention my great personality helps people open up." He said, smirking as Lana nudging her shoulder against him for the joke, before the two laughed.
Suddenly, the two heard a twig snap, and got up, turning around. They looked around for what could have made the noise, and got their answer, as from the darkness, a red furred fox appeared. "A fox?" Lana asked. "You don't see one so close everyday."
Nathan nodded, as he stared at the fox, who stared back with red eyes. It just stood there, staring at them, before turning around, and run into the woods.
"Wonder what that was all about." Lana questioned, getting a shrug from Nathan.
"Thanks for walking me home." Lana said as they walked away from the stables behind Lana's house after returning her horse.
Nathan shrugged. "No prob. Besides, I'd be an asshole if I just let a pretty girl walk around at night alone." He said, making Lana chuckle.
She looked at him, smiling. "You realize this is the longest conversation we ever had?" She asked, making Nathan blink. She was right. This was the first time in a long time that he was actually able to keep himself steady around her. Glancing at her neck, he realized that she wasn't wearing her necklace. That explained it. Without her meteor gem, he didn't have to worry about feeling weak and drained. "We should do it again. We used to be so close...I miss that."
Nathan frowned a bit guilty. He didn't mean to push her away, but unfortunately had to. "Yeah, I do too. And...I'm sorry I've been avoiding you for years."
Lana looked down, frowning. "I wish you would tell me the reason why. Did...I do something? I mean, it's not just you. When I come over, your parents seem surprised and worried for some reason. Heck, one time your dad practically announced my arrival quite loud like a warning." She said, making Nathan wince, seeing the sad look on her face. "We used to be close. So...what did I do to end that?" She muttered, stopping.
"Lana…" he muttered, stopping in his walk as well, a war raging in his mind on what he should say. "It's not your fault, trust me on that. The truth is…" He stopped, looking to the side in thought, while Lana looked at him, waiting for him to say something. Sighing, Nathan decided to go with a half-truth. "The truth is...it's not your fault I always avoid you. It's your necklace."
Lana looked at him in confusion. "My necklace?" She asked, wondering if he was joking with her.
"It's from a piece of the meteors 13 years ago, right?" He asked, getting a nod. "Well, you see, I'm kinda...allergic to them?" He said, getting a blink of surprise and confusion from the brunette.
"Allergic? What do you mean?"
Nathan rubbed the back of his head. "Well, my parents and...doctors don't know why for sure, but whenever I'm close to one, they make me nauseous, and weak. Doctors say it might be a radiation side effect, as I was very young when they came down, and might have been exposed to something litheal. All we know is that if I'm exposed to the meteor fragments for long, depending on the size and amount, they fear the worst." He explained, getting a horrified gasp from Lana.
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" All those years of wearing one, and unknowingly poisoning Nathan? Her eyes widened as she recalled yesterday, and how he was standing so close to her. "Oh my god! Was I...killing you?!"
Seeing the brunette close to having a panic attack, Nathan grabbed her by the shoulder. "Whoa! Whoa! Lana, calm down!" He said, and after a few minutes, she managed to calm down enough. "It's not your fault. You didn't know. And you necklace was small. While it still made me weak, it didn't do anything fatal." He said, making Lana sigh in relief. However, knowing that even if not dangerous, but still having a negative effect on the blonde, she considered even wearing it anymore. "Besides, I know it was a birthday present from your aunt, and couldn't have you discard it for me."
Lana frowned. "That's no excuse Nathan. It not only hurts you, it...took away my best friend." She said, making Nathan sigh and rub the back of his head.
"Just...forget it, alright?" He asked, getting a frown. She would not forget it. "You, going to the dance?" He asked, wanting to change the topic.
Making a reminder to stop wearing the necklace around Nathan from now on, Lana nodded. "Yeah, going with Whitney. You?"
Nathan shook his head. "Nah, figured I'd sit it out."
"No one asked you?" She asked, actually surprised by that. Nathan was very handsome. She'd expected a line of girls lining up to ask him.
He shrugged. "Not much of a dancer. I thought about asking Chloe, you know, as friends, if Pete doesn't work up the nerve to ask her." He said, making Lana giggle.
"Well…" She started, smiling at him. "If you happen to change your mind, I might save you a dance." She said, before taking a step forward, and to Nate's surprise, gently kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Nathan." She muttered, before turning around to walk to her house.
Remaining standing there, watching her leave, Nathan slowly grew a smile on his face. "Maybe the dance wouldn't be so bad after all." He muttered, before turned around to head home.
Unknown to the two, they were being watched by Whitney, who stood at the darkness of Lana's porch, and saw the kiss. He stood there, glaring at Nathan's back.
Luthor Mansion
The next day after school, Nathan went over to Lex's mansion to - reluctantly - return the truck's keys. Last night he talked with his parents, and told them that after calming down, he understood why they didn't tell him, but it would take some time to come to terms that he was actually an alien from space.
"Hello?" He called as he stood in front of the gates. He looked around, hoping to see a guard - Lex was rich, so no doubt he had bodyguards stationed around the mansion - to let him in to see Lex. However, not seeing anyone out front, he sighed. Looking at the gates, he looked around for any security cameras. Not seeing any, he grabbed the right gate, and with a small jerk, broke the lock, and walked in. Heading to the front entrance, he knocked on the door. Waiting a few seconds, he knocked again, but got no answer. Starting to get impatient, Nathan grabbed the knob, and turned it. To his surprise, it was unlocked. Weighing the option of entering someone's home unannounced, he figured it will be a quick visit, and entered.
"Hello?" he called again as he walked through the hallways. Many of the furniture and tables were still covered up, which surprised him as he thought the mansion has been there for months. "Hello?" He looked around for any sign of Lex, and entered a room, only to jump as two people entered, in the midst of fencing, not even noticing him. He blinked, not sure what to make of what was happening. Is this what rich people do in their spare time? He watched the two, until one had the other pinned against the wall. Stepping back at their win, the person walked to the side, while the one pinned threw their weapon angrily to the wall. Said wall being the one next so Nathan, who stared at the embedded weapon piercing inches from him.
The thrower took off their mask, revealing Lex, who blinked at Nathan in surprise. "Nathan? I didn't see you. Sorry about that."
"Um…" Nate sounded, glancing at the Foil, wondering if he had made a mistake in coming there. "I...buzzed, but no one answered...should I come back later?"
Lex walked over and retrieved his weapon. "Staff won't be here for another week. How'd you get through the gate?"
"The, gate was open. So I just walked through. Guess the lock was broken or something." Nathan lied.
"Really?" Lex raised a brow. "Could have sworn it worked fine this morning." He muttered, getting a shrug from Nathan.
"So, is this a bad time? If so I could just…" he asked, but Lex shook his head.
"Nah, nah! I think Heiki has sufficiently kicked my ass for the day." He said, walking over to the woman, and passed her his helmet and foil. As he did that, Nathan looked around.
"This is a great place." He commented, as Lex walked over.
"Yeah, if your dead and in the market for something to haunt." He joked with a grin, as Nathan shivered.
If there was one thing he hated, it was ghosts. The Ring ruined horror movies for him.
"I meant it's roomy." Nathan said as he followed Lex into the hall.
"It's the Luthor ancestral home." Lex explained. "Or so my father claims. He had it shipped over from Scotland. Stone by stone."
Nathan nodded, looking around at the wooden walls. "Yeah, I remember trucks rolled in for weeks. Though no one ever moved in."
Climbing up the stairs, Lex paused and looked at him. "My father has no desire to live here. He's never even been here. Not even stepped through the door."
Nathan raised a brow at him. "Then why ship it over and have it built?"
Lex scoffed. "Because he could." He stated, shrugging as he continued leading Nathan upstairs. Soon the two entered a large room with a fireplace, exercise equipment, and snack bar. There was even a pool table. "So, how's the new ride?" Lex asked as he took off his fencing outfit.
"That's actually why I came over. I wanted to return the keys." Nathan said, looking around. Lex looked at him in confusion.
"What's the matter? You didn't like it?" He asked as he moved to grab a bottle of water.
"I would be lying if I said I didn't. But as much as I appreciate the gift, I can't keep it." Nathan said, making Lex pause, and look at him as he put the bottle down.
"Nathan, you save my life. It's the least I can do." He said, approaching him. Nathan sighed, trying to come up with the right words to say. However, Lex beat him to it. "Let me guess. You father disapproves of you getting anything from a Luthor." He stated more than asked. Nathan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I saw the look he had when I told him who I was. He doesn't like me very much. It's alright. I've been bald since I was 9. I'm used to people judging me."
"It's nothing personal. He's...just not crazy about your dad."
"Figures the apple doesn't fall far from the tree?" Nathan tried to say otherwise, but Lex stopped him. "It's alright, Nate. I know the kind of person my father is. He makes lots of enemies, a lot of people angry at him and the Luthor name. Can't tell you how many looks I've gotten since I moved to Smallville. Not many of them kind." He said, making Nate frown. Lex looked at him. "What about you, Nathan? Did you fall far from the tree?"
"I'm adopted, so couldn't tell you." Nathan said. Lex nodded and grabbed his water bottle.
"If you're sure about the truck, alright. But like I said Nathan. You saved my life, so I'm in your debt. Anything you need, I've got your back." He said, smiling at him. Nathan returned the smile, placing the keys on the table beside him. Turning, he was about to leave the room, only to nearly collide with a beautiful young woman, around his age. She had long dark hair, white pale skin, and light green eyes.
"Oh!" The woman said, stopping herself from colliding with the blonde. "I didn't know we had a guest."
"Um, sorry. I was just leaving." Nathan said.
"Nathan Kent, meet my sister. Lena Luthor." Lex introduced the two.
Lena blinked, shaking the blonde's hand, looking at Nate in surprise. "Oh! So you're Nathan! The one who saved my brother's life! I can't thank you enough for doing so. Of course, that event wouldn't have happened if Lex paid attention to the road instead of his phone." Lena accused, glaring at Lex over Nathan's shoulder, getting the bald man to hold his hands up in defense.
"I said I was sorry."
Holding the glare for a few seconds, Lena turned back to Nathan, who had an amused smile at the two. "But still, thanks. I heard Lex rewarded you with a truck."
"Yeah, but he returned it." Lex said, making Lena hum in surprise.
"Hmm, really?" She asked, looking at Nathan.
Nathan shrugged. "I don't need a reward for saving someone's life."
Lex stepped forward beside Nathan, clapping him on the shoulder. "Well, I say otherwise, but if you say so, I'll keep the truck for you when you do think you need it." He said, winking at him. Nathan wanted to say otherwise, but Lex just turned around and walked to take off his uniform.
Lena shook her head at her brother, before smiling at Nathan. "Well, again, thank you. If you ever need anything, our doors are always open to you. It's the least we can do."
"Um, thank you." Nathan said, nodding, not sure what else to say to that, before passing Lena and headed down the stairs. Reaching the front doors, he was about to exit, when he was called. Turning around, he saw Lex, back in a suit, leaning against the railing of the second floor.
"Tell me something. Do you believe a man can fly?" Lex asked.
Nathan looked at him strangely. "Um, sure. In a place." He said, but Lex shook his head.
"No, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about soaring with the air beneath you."
Nathan raised a brow. "People can't fly Lex. Not like that."
"I did." Lex said, growing a mysterious smile. "After the accident, when my heart stopped. It was the most exhilarating two minutes of my life. I flew over Smallville. And for the first time, I didn't see a dead end. I saw a new beginning."
Nathan stared at the man in great confusion. "Lex, are you sure you're alright?" He asked, wondering if Lex needed a shrink or therapist. Last think he would want is for the man to gain suicidal thoughts because of a high state from his brush with death.
Closing his eyes, Lex shook his head, brushing off his dreamly look, and opened them to look down at Nathan, smiling a grateful smile at the blonde. "Thanks to you, I have a second chance. We are the future, Nathan. I don't want anything to stand in the way of our friendship."
Staring at the man in silence for a few seconds, Nathan smiled. "Neither do I, Lex. I think we might have an interesting future. We'll see. See ya around." He said, before leaving. Staring at the door, Lex turned around, spotting Lena as she smiled at him.
"I like him, he's nice. I'm glad you made a friend from that terrible accident."
Lex smiled at her. "Me too."
Meanwhile - Smallville
A crowd gathered and watched as a deceased man with curly brown hair was wheeled out. In the crowd, Chloe and Pete watched, Chloe having a camera hanging from her neck.
"That's the third guy that's been mysteriously killed." Pete stated, as Chloe nodded.
"Yeah, and they're all former Smallville High jocks." She noted, finding it strange, as they watched the paramedics put the body into the truck. Just then, Pete noticed a guy with a strange look as he stared at the deceased man, and nudged Chloe.
"Hey, check it out. Who's the weirdo?" He pointed out. Chloe followed his gaze, and looked at the person pointed out.
"I don't know. Let's check him out." She said, and very carefully as to not draw attention, Chloe took a picture of him.
Next Day - Smallville High - Computer Lab
Nathan blinked as Chloe sat an old yearbook in front of him, opening it up to a page, and pointed to someone. "Jeremy Creek. This is him 13 years ago." Chloe stated, before gesturing to a monitor that displayed the picture she took earlier. "And this is him 4 hours ago." She said, making Nathan look at her in confusion.
"That's impossible. He would have to be 26 or something! You sure its not someone who looks like him? Like a son, or younger brother." He questioned, but Chloe shook her head.
"Jeremy never married, or had any siblings. In fact, he's been in a coma since the day of the Meteor Shower. He was found 20 yards away from an impact site. He suffered from electrolyte imbalance. It wasn't until a few days ago that he woke up, and checked out." She said, handing him a news article done on Jeremy when they found him in the aftermath of the M.S.
Nathan blinked in surprise as he looked at the article.
"Dude hasn't aged a bit. Like his body was on pause or something." Pete pointed out.
"And he just woke up?" Nate questioned as he read.
"That's where it gets crazy. There was a storm. This huge electrical storm. The hospital's generator went down, and when the power came back on, Jeremy was gone." Chloe said as she sat down on the computer desk.
"I think the electricity must have charged Jeremy up like a battery, and that's what woke him up." Pete stated. Nathan narrowed his eyes in thought.
'Wow. To be in a coma for 13 years and all of a sudden wake up and find out everything changed, while you haven't. Can't imagine how he must be feeling.' He thought with a frown, before looking at Chloe.
"So you think Jeremy could be connected to the recent murders? If so, why?"
Pete answered. "Because 13 years ago, Jeremy was the picked Scarecrow. And the murdered victims were not only former jocks, but no doubt the ones who strung him up."
Nathan narrowed his eyes. "So he's out for revenge." He muttered, picking up a newspaper, this one on the recent murders. "Victims found with severe electrical burns on skin, with major burns inside muscular system and organs."
"The meteor blast must have done something to him." Chloe said, getting Nathan's attention.
"What do you mean?"
Pete looked at her. "I think you should show him?"
Nathan raised a brow. "Show me, what?" He asked, looking at Chloe who bit her lip.
Late on, Chloe and Pete led Nathan to a janitor's closet. "Don't ask how I got permission to use this, but I've kinda turned this room into my own personal use." She said as Pete turned on the light. Walking in, Nate looked around, before spotting something, the sight making his eyes widen.
"What. The. Hell?" He asked, as he stared at the side wall, that was filled with pieces of papers, and ripped newspapers.
"It started out as a scrapbook, and then it just...mutated." Chloe said, staring at the wall with pride. "I call it, The Wall of Weird. It's every strange event that's happened due to the meteors." She got in front of it, not seeing Nathan flinch a bit at that, holding her hands out in gesture, looking expectantly at Nathan. "What do you think?"
Nathan was silent, looking around at the mess of papers. Many being articles showing weird things. From a man getting 6 fingers in one hand, and losing one in the other. Another being the discovery of the green rocks he hated so much. He...had no idea how to feel about this, considering he come with the Meteor Shower as a baby, so wouldn't that label him as something to be on the wall as well?
He looked at Chloe, a deadpanned look on his face. "I take back what I said about your book report on aliens. This is your weirdest moment ever." He said, making her pout. "Chloe, this is not healthy."
"It's just a hobby." She defended.
"I'd beg to differ." Nathan said as he stepped closer to the Wall of Weird, looking at all the articles posted, before his eyes landed on a TIME Magazine cover displaying a young girl in tears. His eyes widened as he recognized the girl was. "Lana?" Reaching up, he tore the paper off, and turned to Chloe, an angry look on his face. "Chloe, what the hell?! You have a photo of a 3 year old who just saw her parent's killed in front of her on your "Wall of Weird"?!" He demanded, making Chloe flinch.
Okay...she would admit that that might have been a bit offensive.
Just then, the bell rang.
Nathan shook his head, and brushed past the two, heading out the door as he crumpled the paper, tossing it into a trash bin as he passed it.
Heading out the school with the other students, he broke off, heading into whatever destination. He could come back to get his bag later. Right now, he had to think. With the evidence that a teen who's been so for 13 years has been killing people, he had no idea what to do.
He thought back to when he wanted to use his powers to help people, but his parents always told him otherwise. His dad telling him that it would be too dangerous, for his safety, and his secret. His mother, while a bit more accepting to his dreams, told him that whether he wanted to use his powers to help or not, it was his choice. He didn't owe the town or even the world anything to try and save it.
He didn't have to be a hero. He could live the rest of his days ignoring problems.
It was just choice.
So the question now was:
Did he try and be a hero? Or continue hiding himself from the world?
Suddenly, he felt someone grasp his shoulder, making him sigh as he turned around. "Chloe, not now." He said, only to see it wasn't Chloe, but Whitney, with an irritated expression, making him groan.
"Congratulations, Kent. You're this year's Scarecrow." Whitney told him, smirking, making Nathan roll his eyes.
"I don't have time for you right now, Whitney." He said, pushing Whitney off, frowning as he felt something was wrong. Looking over his shoulder, his frown deepened as more jocks appeared behind him. He really didn't have time for this.
Whitney glared at him. "Come on, bring it!" He demanded, pushing Nathan back.
Nathan glared at him, getting angrier with the asshole's attitude, his normal blue eyes flashing red for a second. Gritting his teeth, Nathan threw a punch, striking the jock on the cheek as he staggered back. Just then, Nathan was grabbed from behind by Whitney's pals as the short haired blonde straightened up, wiping his lip. He then took off his jacket, with Nathan spotting Lana's necklace hanging from his neck, making him mentally curse. No wonder he felt weaker! Damn it!
He gasped as Whitney punched him hard in the stomach. Fortunately, he still had enough superhuman durability to soften the blow. He was then punched across the face, tossing his head to the side. Another one threw it to the other side. Trying to push back enough of the green crystal's effects, Nathan threw the jocks holding him off, and punched Whitney across the face. However, the force of his thrown arm made him stagger, and a recovered Whitney grabbed him and threw him onto the floor, before pinning him down, throwing more punches at him, before grabbing the bleeding blonde by the front of his shirt and pulling him upward. "What's going on with you and Lana?"
Nathan glared at him through his swelling eye. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"
He got another punch. "Don't play dumb with me! I saw you two last night! You looked awfully close. DId you try anything with my girl?!"
Glaring at him, Nathan spit a glop of blood at him. "Are you fucking jealous?! You're so pathetic! What? The first sign of a guy acting nice to Lana, and you fly off the handle?! How did someone great like her end up with a loser like you if this is how you act?" He asked, making Whitney angrier as he went back to throwing punches as Nathan's face, making him grit his teeth, as for the first time in a long time, he felt pain.
After a few minutes, Whitney pulled back from the bloodied Nathan, before noticing he was still glaring through swelling eyes, and saw he was glaring at Lana's necklace. "Like her necklace? Huh?" He then took it off, and put it around Nathan's neck, who gritted his teeth hard, groaning as the crystal felt like boiling hot coal against his skin through his shirt. "Good, because it's as close as you'll ever get to her!"
Just then, another one of his buddies came up driving a truck, and the jocks tossed Nathan into the back, with him unable to do anything with the injuries and meteor fragment. The jocks then drove off.
Unknown to them, Jeremy saw the whole thing from behind a corner. And angry look in his eyes.
Smallville Corn Field
Nathan groaned as he tried to move, but it was no use. He panted, his breath coming out in an icy frost.
He didn't know what was worse. The meteor pierce pressing against his bare chest that made it feel felt like magma was poured into his veins?
Or the fact those assholes stripped him down to his boxers, painted a red S on his chest, and strung him up to a post and left him there to suffer in the freezing cold of night.
If he didn't get free soon, he would probably die from the cold if he was left too long.
"When I get my hands on those asshole…" He gritted out as he tried to break free from his binds, Unfortunately, the damn crystal drained him of all his strength. He could barely even lift a finger!
Suddenly, he heard a noise, and struggled to lift his head. "Is someone there?" He asked, weakly.
"Never changes?"
Nathan groaned as he tried to look up at the source of the voice. He spotted feet near him. "A little help please? Can you get me down?" He asked tiredly, the cold and weak self barely keeping him awake right now.
The person then step forward, and Nathan raised his head high enough to get a glimpse of their face.
It was Jeremy Creek.
"Hurts, doesn't it? I thought if punished them, it'd stop. But it never stops. Guess I'll need to set a bigger example." Jeremy said, almost disappointed.
Nathan groaned, the crystal suddenly giving off a dull glow, as the effects on him grew, and more of his strength was taken, his head dropping. "Y-You're...Jeremy Creek…" He said, getting a nod from Jeremy, who then started walking away. "W-Wait!...Where are you going? G-Get me down."
Jeremy stopped and looked at the weak blonde. "Sorry friend, but I think you'll be safer here, than at the Homecoming Dance. Trust me." He said, a mad grin on his face, before leaving.
"W-Wait!" Nathan called out, but it was no use as Jeremy left the area. "D-Damn it!" He groaned, unable to do anything to break free. "Stupid meteors!" He moaned, before he heard the sound of crops rustling. "H-Hello?! Is someone there?" He asked, raising his head high enough to see something come out of the crops. Straining his eyes against the darkness, he saw who it was, and blinked in surprise. "Y-You?"
It was the fox. The one he and Lana saw yesterday.
Red eyes blinked at him, as the fox tilted its head at him. Nathan blinked back, not sure as to what would be the chance of seeing the fox again.
"Um...any chance you can help me out?" He asked, getting a yelp from the fox, who then miraculously ran to the base of the post, and began biting the ropes, its sharp teeth cutting them loose. Once those were off, it climbed up to get to the ones holding his arms. He groaned, feeling its claws dig into his skin as it climbed him, but ignored it as the fox bit the ropes around his left arm, bitting it off, before doing the same to the right one.
Once he was free, Nathan dropped to the ground, groaning from the impact. He tried to reach up to take off the necklace, but his arms felt too weak. Luckily, the fox helped him out with it as landing beside him, it reached up, and bit the necklace off him, and moved away.
Instantly, Nathan felt better already, getting up. He looked at the fox, which stood a good distance from him, the necklace hanging from its jaw. "Wow, thanks! And here I thought dogs were man's best friend." He said, getting a blink from the fox, before he moved and grabbed his clothes the jocks threw around. Getting dressed quickly, he nodded to the fox. "Thanks again, buddy!" He said, before in a blur, left, running to the school to stop Jeremy.
Did he try and be a hero? Or continue hiding himself?
The answer was obvious.
Seconds after he left, Lex Luthor arrived at the post, flashing a flashlight at the sitting, looking around. He spotted the fox, which stared at him, the necklace hanging from its mouth. It stared at Lex for a few seconds, before running away, taking the necklace with it, leaving the confused Lex.
Smallville High
Music sounded in a slow sound as students danced, some slow, while others like Chloe and Pete had fun doing it their way.
The crowned King and Queen, Lana and Whitney, danced, though Lana frowned as she saw the cuts on Whitney's lips and cheek, as well as the slightly darkening eye. "So gonna tell me what happened?" She asked, as Whitney wouldn't tell her how he got injured.
Whitney winched, but quickly hid it with a sheepish smile. "It's nothing. The guys and I just played a bit rough it all."
Lana started at him, not believing it, but didn't push it. As Whitney hugged her to his chest, swaying in step, Lana looked around. She frowned when she didn't see the familiar golden hair of Nathan.
'Guess he's not coming after all.' She thought, a bit disappointed.
Outside, Jeremy watched as the last of the students entered the building, before moving to the Fire Sprinkler System, ready to activate it to wet everyone in the building, before he gave them a little shock.
However, before he could turn on the sprinkler system, he felt a hard grasp on his arm, and was pulled away from the case, thrown to the side.
"Jeremy, you need to stop this!"
Getting up, Jeremy saw the guy he just left at the field, wearing a black and red hooded jacket, with the hood up, covering his face even more in darkness. The only thing one could see, but currently known to Nathan, were the red burning eyes hidden within. He only recognized him through his voice. Narrowing his eyes, Jeremy glared at him, electricity sparking around his fingers.
"I don't know how you got here, but you should have stayed away."
"And let you hurt my friends? I don't think so." Nathan said, glaring at him, not backing down. Jeremy scoffed, shaking his head as he pointed to the building.
"Those people inside aren't you friends! They dance and laugh and have fun, without even wondering where you are! You could be dead, freezing at the post on the field, and after a few days of crying and moaning, they'll forget about you! Just like they forgot about me!"
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but what happened that day 13 years ago was not their fault! You shouldn't blame them for someone else's mistake!" Nathan declared, getting Jeremy to glare at him, electricity now coursing around his arms.
"And what about today?! When those jocks made you the new scarecrow?! Or next year, when a new freshman is picked?! I'm doing this, so no one else has to go through what happened to us!"
"By killing?!" Nathan shot back, his red eyes glowing brighter in his anger.
"If it'll put a stop to it all...yes." Jeremy declared, making Nathan glare harder at him. "Now, move."
"I don't think so." Nathan said, before Jeremy threw his arms at Nathan, lightning shooting out of his hands. Seeing this, Nathan crossed his arms in front of him, gritting his teeth as electricity coursed through his body, but held firm. Digging his feet into the ground, he began pushing back, slowly stepping closer to Jeremy. Seeing this, Jeremy turned up the juice, increasing his lighting output. Feeling the current increase, Nathan held steady. Grunting, he threw his arms to the side, pushing the lightning current to the side, and took the chance given to super speed in front of Jeremy. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, Nathan threw him to the side, and through the air, before slamming into a parked truck, cracking the front cover and window. Jeremy groaned as he sat up, glaring at Nathan, who glared back.
"Give it up, Jeremy. I don't want to hurt you more than I need to." Nathan warned.
However, Jeremy wouldn't give up, as rolling off the truck, he placed a hand on it. Electricity coursed through the vehicle, starting it up, and Jeremy got in the driver seat. Nathan narrowed his eyes as Jeremy drove the truck at high speed at him. However, unlike with Lex, this time Nathan was ready, as keeping his feet firmly on the ground, he caught the truck, his hands denting the front and feet cracked the ground as he was pushed back a bit. Grunting, he held on as the truck tried to overpower him. Seeing the blonde holding, Jeremy gave it more gas, managing to push Nathan back, his feet leaving small trenches on the ground as he was being pushed.
Glaring at Jeremy who glared back, Nathan looked at the truck, before getting an idea. Taking a hand off, Nathan raised the arm up high, before throwing it down, piercing his hand through the metal and into the engine. Grabbing something, he ripped it off, showing he ripped off the battery, shutting the vehicle down.
Seeing this, Jeremy gave a roar of annoyance. However, before he could do anything, Nathan ripped the windshield off, and grabbed Jeremy, pulling him out of the car, holding him by his shirt. Glaring at the blonde, Jeremy grabbed him by his wrist, and sent lightning through him, making Nathan grunt, before he threw him down against the top of the truck, dazing him a bit. Looking around for a way to stop the out of control teen, Nathan saw that they were next to the school's indoor pool. Getting an idea, he got a good hold on Jeremy, and bended his legs. He then pushed off, leaping high into the air, and above the rooftops of the school. Seeing the sunroof of the pool building, he threw Jeremy as hard as he could towards it, sending him through the glass, shattering it, and into the pool. He landed on the roof, and watched as the roof was light by a show of lightning, Jeremy's screams echoing out, but thankfully the dance's music prevented from anyone else hearing them.
After a few seconds, the electricity stopped, so did the screams. Nathan peered inside, and saw the groaning Jeremy floating over the water. Jumping down into the building, Nathan used the pool cleaning rod to drag Jeremy towards him, where he dragged him out of the pool onto the side. Kneeling beside him, he checked the brunette, who groaned. Weakly opened his eyes, Jeremy looked at Nathan.
"W-Who are you?" Jeremy asked, making Nathan blink. "Where am I?"
'Looks like Jeremy got a large shock from his own powers. And it must have wiped his memories.' He thought, before taking his hood off, and smiled gently at Jeremy. "My name is Nathan Kent. And you're at Smallville High."
"I...I want to go home." Jeremy said, getting a nod.
"Sure thing buddy." He said, helping Jeremy up, before helping him out of the building. Pausing for a second, Nathan looked at the security camera in the room. Looking down a a life ring beside him, he picked it up, and seeing Jeremy too much in a daze, Nathan threw the ring hard at the camera, the force shattering the camera completely, falling to the ground in front of the entrance. Smirking at the evidence being destroyed, Nathan walked Jeremy out, stepping on the destroyed camera for good measure.
Stepping out, Nathan glanced at the school building in which the dance was happening, before ignoring it and moving on to take Jeremy to the Smallville Police Station. With no one knowing Jeremy was the cause of the murders, and only being known as a missing coma patient, he will have no trouble, and can be helped on what to do.
Making it to the parking lot, he saw Whitney's truck. Looking at Jeremy, he saw he passed out. This made him smirk as he looked back at the truck.
Walking out of the dance, with Lana around his arms, Whitney smirked at his great night. He thought Kent a lesson about trying to move in on his girl, and spent the night with his queen.
Oh yes, everything was grand.
He paused as he heard laughter, and a gathered group in front of him. He then saw something that made his eyes widen, and releasing Lana, pushed through to get to the front, and what he saw, make his eye twitch.
His truck, was completely smashed and crushed under two other stacked trucks. "What the hell?!" He shouted in horror, while Lana just stared.
Nathan, returning back from dropping Jeremy off at the station, smirked at his nicely done, and well earned, prank. His hood up to hide his face. "That's what you get, asshole." He muttered, before speeding off.
Lana, hearing the should of sharp air, turned her head in the direction Nathan had been, wondering if she was hearing things.
Kent Farm - Nathan's Loft
Looking through the telescope, Nathan looked up at the stars. Standing up, he frowned as he looked at the sky, the red blanked in his hands.
"Did I really come from up there? If so...just where is there?" He muttered, going back to looking through the lense.
"You know," Standing up, Nathan turned around to see his dad standing behind him. "Your grandfather gave me that telescope when I was about your age. I came downstairs for breakfast one morning...and there it was." Looking at him, Nathan smiled softly, before the frown returned as he sat down, looking at the blanket. Jonathan looked at him, and sighed. "Are you okay?"
Staring at the blanket, at the symbol staring back at him, Nathan asked himself, was he okay? He learned something about his past, and maybe an explanation for his powers...but it only brought more questions. Who was he really? Where did he come from? Who were his birth parents? Why did they send him away?
So many questions, and no answer. Just like before, but worse.
He looked at his dad. "Can I answer that in 5 years?" He asked. Jonathan smiled at him nodding in understanding.
"Sure." He said, and turned to leave.
"Dad." Stopping, he turned around to Nathan, who smiled at him. "I'm glad you and mom were the ones to find me."
Jonathan's smile grew at hearing that, and shook his head. "We didn't find you, Nathan. You found us." The two smiling at each other, Jonathan then left his son, who sat there, staring at the S symbol on the blanket. He held it to his face, pressing against it, closing his eyes and taking in the warmth it brought. He didn't know how...but something told him his birth mother made it for him, like how his adopted mother knitted his other baby blanket herself. He wondered what she was like.
Standing up, he folded the blanket, and placed it on the bed. Hearing the sound of honking, he looked out the loft, and saw teen filled cars drive down the road. "Guess the dance ended."
"Yeah, it did."
"Jesus!" Nathan yelp, jumping. Turning around, he saw Lana standing at the stairs. He gasped, holding his chest, as Lana giggled in amusement. "Didn't anyone tell you you shouldn't startle a man close to an open window?"
Lana giggled. "And here I thought Nathaniel Kent was fearless." She said humourly.
Calming his rapidly beating heart, Nathan pouted at her. "I said I had a dark side, nothing about being fearless." He said, making Lana giggle once more. He then looked at her dress, and blushed a bit, rubbing the back of his head. "Wow, you look beautiful." he commented, making Lana smile at him, a red dusting on her cheeks.
"Thanks." She muttered, unconsciously straightening her dress, and looked around, smiling as old memories of the place appeared in her mind. "It's been a long time since I've been hear."
Nathan nodded, smiling softly as days of them playing there played. "Again, sorry about pushing you away."
"It's alright." She said, looking at him. "Maybe we can make them up."
He looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Lana smiled as she stepped closer to him. "Well, like I said, I missed hanging out with you, and when you told me my necklace was the cause, I've decided to not wear it any more."
"What?" Nathan asked, looking at her in shock. "But, it's a present from your aunt!"
"From a piece of the meteor that killed my parents. Trust me, that thing brings more bad memories than good. I'm sure aunt Nell will understand." Nathan frowned, unsure, but if Lana was sure than who was he to argue with her. "You didn't go to dance." Lana said, frowning.
Seeing the frown, Nathan wince, rubbing the back of him head. "Yeah, about that…"
"Whitney also had some cuts and bruises on his face." She continued, stepping closer and looked at him in concern. "Did you do anything to you?"
Nathan quickly waved his hands negatively at her. "No, no! I just didn't feel like going! Like I said, I'm not good at dancing, and last thing I want is to make a full of myself." He said. While a part of him considered telling her what her boyfriend did, he decided not to. No need to ruin her night by getting her mad at her asshole of a boyfriend.
Besides, he could hold this over Whitney and have some fun with it as much as he could. He held back a wicked grin.
Staring at him, Lana slowly nodded. "Okay." She said, before turning around and walked to the stairs, Nathan eyeing her, frowning as he thought she was about to leave. However, Lana stopped at the table next to the stair, and turned on the radio he had there, putting on slow music. Turning around, she smiled at him. "Still, you owe me a dance, Nathaniel Kent. Afterall, I did promise I'd save you one."
Nathan rubbed the back of his head again. "Um, but I don't-"
"It's okay." Lana told him gently, stepping up to him, and grabbed his hands. "I'll help you." She placed his hands on her waist, while she wrapped arms around his neck. She smiled at the nervous looking blonde, as she gently began to sway. Soon, he followed her and swayed. She smiled at him with Nathan smiling back.
For the next hour, they swayed in the loft, staring at one another.
Outside, staring at the barn as music echoed from it, the fox from before sat on the ground, tail swaying behind it, with the familiar necklace hanging in its clenched jaw. It's red eyes stared at the barn, before looking at the door to the storm cellar, where a pulsing light shined through the cracks.
The fox stared at it for a while, before the light faded. Looking back at the barn as the dancing duo stood in the frame, the fox watched them for a while, before getting up, and walked calmly into the woods, disappearing into the darkness.
End of Chapter!
End of Promo for The Last Son of Krypton!
Before you ask, no Nathan does not have Heat Vision, at least not yet. What happened last chapter was a small burst made by a child's anger.
If you're wondering if that was Kurama, all I can say is that it IS a connection to Kurama, but that's all I'll say.
For those wondering if Nathan will just drop what Whitney did to him, no. He won't.
That's all for now, and I'll see y'all next promo or story!
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