Newcomer
By Dante
(Disclaimer: Smallville and all related characters are property of Warner Brothers and DC Comics. Alex Byers is not my creation, but my modification of his life is. Apologies to the true Ale X, you know I love ya, man!)
(I apologize in advance for what I am about to do, since it is one of the most oft-criticized elements of the show, but I feel like it's the best way to incite some action)
Chapter 7: Skywatching
Storm clouds were swirling over the town of Smallville, the dark black clouds that have the thick, bearing-down look that they only have before a big storm. Though there was a mild sense of worry permeating the town, this was nothing that the locals hadn't handled before. All over town, shutters were being fastened down and storm doors rechecked.
In one house, just outside the town proper, a young man by the name of David Browning sat tapping away at his keyboard. He was online with a member of the National Weather Bureau, discussing this sudden storm.
Cloudnut05: So there were no warning signs?
StormBabe77: No, none. I checked back with the logs for your area, and there were
no neighboring systems, no patterns that would have pointed to anything developing in your area. Do you have anything in your records?
Cloudnut05: There have been a couple of anomalies over the last week, but nothing huge.
Stormbabe77: Like what?
Cloudnut05: Well, I was looking at the sats from the website, and there was a weird little mini-system that developed for a few minutes, but it vanished after that. And there was a little weirdness with the barometer just before this storm.
Stormbabe77: Wierdness?
Cloudnut05: Yeah, it just dropped. It didn't slowly fall, it dropped.
Stormbabe77: I'd call that weird, all right.
Cloudnut05: Yea.
Stormbabe77: Well, you should probably log off before the storm hits. Send me whatever your instruments log afterward and I'll see what I can see, okay?
Cloudnut05: Cool. Ttyl.
David disconnected from his IM system and climbed the stairs. In his room he had posters of tornados and wind gliders in electrical storms. He was president of the science club at school, and was trying to get principal Kwan to ok a Storm Watchers club, even though it seemed that he was the only one interested. Outside, the swirling black clouds made ominous patterns against the setting sun that strained to be seen, just over the horizon. From the black mass, David saw jagged lightning streak down and collide with his instrument array out behind the tool shed.
"No!" David went tearing down the stairs and out the farmhouse door. The more sensitive instruments were nestled in what remained of a crater from the meteor shower, but that crater was now charred black where the lightning had struck.
"Aw, no!!" The instruments, or what remained of them, were strewn about, some still smoking from the lightning's impact. He knelt in the crater, angrily looking around at the wreckage of his instruments. "Dammit!" He slapped a flat palm on the ground, not noticing the faint green glow of the soil. Looking up, he heard a rumble, and didn't have time to move as a second bolt of lightning lanced downward and knocked him out cold. A faint green glow enveloped him as it began to rain.
By Dante
(Disclaimer: Smallville and all related characters are property of Warner Brothers and DC Comics. Alex Byers is not my creation, but my modification of his life is. Apologies to the true Ale X, you know I love ya, man!)
(I apologize in advance for what I am about to do, since it is one of the most oft-criticized elements of the show, but I feel like it's the best way to incite some action)
Chapter 7: Skywatching
Storm clouds were swirling over the town of Smallville, the dark black clouds that have the thick, bearing-down look that they only have before a big storm. Though there was a mild sense of worry permeating the town, this was nothing that the locals hadn't handled before. All over town, shutters were being fastened down and storm doors rechecked.
In one house, just outside the town proper, a young man by the name of David Browning sat tapping away at his keyboard. He was online with a member of the National Weather Bureau, discussing this sudden storm.
Cloudnut05: So there were no warning signs?
StormBabe77: No, none. I checked back with the logs for your area, and there were
no neighboring systems, no patterns that would have pointed to anything developing in your area. Do you have anything in your records?
Cloudnut05: There have been a couple of anomalies over the last week, but nothing huge.
Stormbabe77: Like what?
Cloudnut05: Well, I was looking at the sats from the website, and there was a weird little mini-system that developed for a few minutes, but it vanished after that. And there was a little weirdness with the barometer just before this storm.
Stormbabe77: Wierdness?
Cloudnut05: Yeah, it just dropped. It didn't slowly fall, it dropped.
Stormbabe77: I'd call that weird, all right.
Cloudnut05: Yea.
Stormbabe77: Well, you should probably log off before the storm hits. Send me whatever your instruments log afterward and I'll see what I can see, okay?
Cloudnut05: Cool. Ttyl.
David disconnected from his IM system and climbed the stairs. In his room he had posters of tornados and wind gliders in electrical storms. He was president of the science club at school, and was trying to get principal Kwan to ok a Storm Watchers club, even though it seemed that he was the only one interested. Outside, the swirling black clouds made ominous patterns against the setting sun that strained to be seen, just over the horizon. From the black mass, David saw jagged lightning streak down and collide with his instrument array out behind the tool shed.
"No!" David went tearing down the stairs and out the farmhouse door. The more sensitive instruments were nestled in what remained of a crater from the meteor shower, but that crater was now charred black where the lightning had struck.
"Aw, no!!" The instruments, or what remained of them, were strewn about, some still smoking from the lightning's impact. He knelt in the crater, angrily looking around at the wreckage of his instruments. "Dammit!" He slapped a flat palm on the ground, not noticing the faint green glow of the soil. Looking up, he heard a rumble, and didn't have time to move as a second bolt of lightning lanced downward and knocked him out cold. A faint green glow enveloped him as it began to rain.