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!)
Chapter 11: Denoument
David snarled and tried to make the power surge again. It would not come. It was as if he was being blocked, somehow, but some force stronger than his own. All his life he had watched the weather, watched that indomitable force that had shaped the Earth for millennia. Then, suddenly, he had been a part of it. He could feel its power surging inside him, responding to whatever he desired. And then it was gone. Torn from his grasp.
"Why?!" He cried at the sky. "Why did you give it and take it away?"
"It was never yours to possess, David Browning." A quiet voice spoke from behind him, full of age-old wisdom. David spun and saw the hunched-over figure of an old man, firmly grasping a walking stick, with a small pouch attached to his belt.
"Who are you and what in the hell are you talking about?"
"You are not that windrider, David Browning. The skies are not yours to command, as they are no man's. They are his, as they were always meant to be. You were lent a gift, for a time, but only to force him to accept his destiny."
"You mean someone else has my power?"
"Foolish boy. I have said. It is not yours. It is of the Earth. Your tainted mastery was born of the stars and it's foreign magic is now banished."
"Get out of here, old man, before I throw you out." David turned and started toward the house.
"Be warned, David Browning. Do not seek to reclaim that which you were never meant to possess. Its pursuit will bring only pain."
"Get out!"
David whirled in anger, ready to strike the old man, but he was gone.
"Well, this is my stop." Alex shut the truck door behind him as his feet hit the gravel.
"I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"I guess so."
Alex pushed the door open and walked quietly into Jane's bedroom.
"Mom. I'm home." He whispered, not wanting to stir her too far from sleep.
"All right. Night, baby."
"Love you, mom."
"Love you too."
He walked down the hall to his room and lay on his bed, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. He felt at peace, for some reason, as if he were finally right. On the bedside table was a small frame with a picture. He reached over and looked at it. It was the three of them; Josh, Kelsay, and himself. They all looked so happy. And now they were separated, each a piece of a whole.
"Take care of yourself, Eeps. Be careful."
He set the picture down and closed his eyes, drifting off into a calm, peaceful sleep.
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!)
Chapter 11: Denoument
David snarled and tried to make the power surge again. It would not come. It was as if he was being blocked, somehow, but some force stronger than his own. All his life he had watched the weather, watched that indomitable force that had shaped the Earth for millennia. Then, suddenly, he had been a part of it. He could feel its power surging inside him, responding to whatever he desired. And then it was gone. Torn from his grasp.
"Why?!" He cried at the sky. "Why did you give it and take it away?"
"It was never yours to possess, David Browning." A quiet voice spoke from behind him, full of age-old wisdom. David spun and saw the hunched-over figure of an old man, firmly grasping a walking stick, with a small pouch attached to his belt.
"Who are you and what in the hell are you talking about?"
"You are not that windrider, David Browning. The skies are not yours to command, as they are no man's. They are his, as they were always meant to be. You were lent a gift, for a time, but only to force him to accept his destiny."
"You mean someone else has my power?"
"Foolish boy. I have said. It is not yours. It is of the Earth. Your tainted mastery was born of the stars and it's foreign magic is now banished."
"Get out of here, old man, before I throw you out." David turned and started toward the house.
"Be warned, David Browning. Do not seek to reclaim that which you were never meant to possess. Its pursuit will bring only pain."
"Get out!"
David whirled in anger, ready to strike the old man, but he was gone.
"Well, this is my stop." Alex shut the truck door behind him as his feet hit the gravel.
"I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"I guess so."
Alex pushed the door open and walked quietly into Jane's bedroom.
"Mom. I'm home." He whispered, not wanting to stir her too far from sleep.
"All right. Night, baby."
"Love you, mom."
"Love you too."
He walked down the hall to his room and lay on his bed, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. He felt at peace, for some reason, as if he were finally right. On the bedside table was a small frame with a picture. He reached over and looked at it. It was the three of them; Josh, Kelsay, and himself. They all looked so happy. And now they were separated, each a piece of a whole.
"Take care of yourself, Eeps. Be careful."
He set the picture down and closed his eyes, drifting off into a calm, peaceful sleep.