Smallville was very different from any place she had lived previously. It
wasn't bustling with activity like any normal city. Most days were spent
watching TV, doing chores, lounging around in "The Fortress of Solitude" or
hanging out at the Talon.
The Kent Farm had been easily rebuilt with the help of the powers that she and her brother possessed.
Her "brother."
It seemed so foreign at first. She had been an only child before her life was turned upside down. But as the weeks went on, Clark had started calling her "sis." Shortly after, she just started calling him "brother." It took her a bit longer to start calling Martha and Jonathan "Mom and Dad."
She didn't even mean to when it first happened. She supposed that after hearing Clark refer to them as Mom and Dad, it just slipped. She felt so embarrased when she did. They assured her that they didn't mind her calling them that. But there was more to it. She felt she would be betraying her real parents by calling them that. Then one night she had a dream that her parents came and visited her. She talked with them about it, among other things. Her parents told her that it was okay to feel at home and loved by these wonderful people that had taken her in. They wanted what was best for her, as any good parents would, and what was best for their little Redd was that she have a family to watch over her in her time of need.
Hence forward, Martha and Jonathan Kent became her Mom and Dad, and Clark her big brother. The Kents wanted to officially adopt her, but Redd became adamant that they didn't. She wasn't ready to tell them the whole truth about herself, but instead told them that her killer would be able to find her easier if they did and she ddn't want to put them in a position where they could get killed. The three argued that they would do anything to protect her. Clark even got a little hotheaded, boasting that nothing could stop him, save the meteor rocks. Redd had told them that the man after her had powers that no mortal-human or alien-would have been able to overcome. They stopped asking questions there.
Redd had also become close friends with Chloe and Lana. Even though Chloe was in Metropolis for her internship at the Daily Planet, she would still call almost every night to check up on her "find." Chloe would always tease her that one day she'd write an expose on how "Woodland Girl Keeps Ankle-Length Hair From Tangling." She had been invited to come visit Chloe in Metropolis, but quickly declined, stating that the Kents needed her to help out around the farm. No one really knew why she got so tense everytime the word "Metropolis" was uttered. Everyone just chalked it up to being a part of the mystery that was Redd.
Lana was also a good friend. She was quite unlike Chloe. Lana was more a make-up, music and guys type of girl, whereas Chloe was more a politics, current events and snark type of girl. They were very different, yet Redd managed to get along with both of them. Chloe was great for deep, intellectual conversations, whereas Lana was great for sharing stories of their families. Both she and Lana had lost their parents.
Lana and Redd occasionally went shopping together, hung out and made regular "girl-talk." They had fun trying on different clothes, going to the Clinique counter to try some free make-up samples, or just eating lunch together and making commentaries on anyone who happened to pass by them.
It was a nice feeling, though.To be able to go to sleep knowing that the people you love will be there when you wake up.But as soon as Redd would think that, the fear would come back.the want to run away would return. Redd was cursed.She was cursed to have anyone she loved, anyone she felt connected to, die and leave her to live a seemingly immortal life of pain and suffering. That's when the tears would come. Her silent sobs were her lulluby. They were the only sounds that wold allow the reheaded beauty to drift into slumber...
Her dreams were haunted with eerie, green smoke, the faces of her newfound family and friends, the voices of those that had been killed in her place.The airplane, the bus, the car, the knife and the note were all there, chasing her. Her powers were of no use to her. They were nulled by the magicks of the nigtmares. She would run while screaming for her demons and ghosts to leave her forever. And then she would stop when the green smoke became so thick she couldn't see her feet. She would stand there, alone and frightened until she heard the laughter.
It started out low and merry, much like how one would imagine Saint Nikolas would. The chuckle would then grow louder and darker until finally it reached a deafening, maniacle screech. The smoke would begin to part as footsteps grew nearer and the sound of a sword being unsheathed was heard. And then out of the darkness he would appear.The faceless man that had been after her for what seemed like eternity would appear, cloaked in ritual robes and crystals dangling from every thread. He was accompanied by his minions-legions of demons and evil spirits. They would hiss in laughter. Redd would try to run away, but found herself locked in a dark room with the green smoke, demons and her killer. Usually he would raise his sabred blade up to her throat in preparation to slit it. But not this time.This time he ordered his minions to attack her. They leaped upon her, clutching at her throat.Suffocating her.
Redd opened her violet eyes in hopes to escape her dream. Her eyes grew large when she realized her suffocation had not been another nightmare. Her pillow was upon her face and she could feel the strong hands that kept it steadily upon her nose and mouth. Redd tried to use her telekinetic powers to remove the pillow, but found that she could not. She tried to use her telepathy to contact Jon and Martha, but to no avail. That's when it sunk into her oxygen deprived mind.It was her killer that was suffocating her, using his voodonic powers to null her own.
Redd struggled physically to break free, but to no avail. She relied so much on her psychic powers, that physical strength wasn't something she thought of needing. She tried to call for help but the pillow prevented her from sucking in precious air that was needed to vibrate her vocal cords. The only thing she could see was they gray color of the pillow on her face.
Redd began to feel weak. Her muscles were relaxing against her will to fight. She started to get dizzy. A single, salty tear carressed her now white cheek as she too in her last gasp of air.
The Kent Farm had been easily rebuilt with the help of the powers that she and her brother possessed.
Her "brother."
It seemed so foreign at first. She had been an only child before her life was turned upside down. But as the weeks went on, Clark had started calling her "sis." Shortly after, she just started calling him "brother." It took her a bit longer to start calling Martha and Jonathan "Mom and Dad."
She didn't even mean to when it first happened. She supposed that after hearing Clark refer to them as Mom and Dad, it just slipped. She felt so embarrased when she did. They assured her that they didn't mind her calling them that. But there was more to it. She felt she would be betraying her real parents by calling them that. Then one night she had a dream that her parents came and visited her. She talked with them about it, among other things. Her parents told her that it was okay to feel at home and loved by these wonderful people that had taken her in. They wanted what was best for her, as any good parents would, and what was best for their little Redd was that she have a family to watch over her in her time of need.
Hence forward, Martha and Jonathan Kent became her Mom and Dad, and Clark her big brother. The Kents wanted to officially adopt her, but Redd became adamant that they didn't. She wasn't ready to tell them the whole truth about herself, but instead told them that her killer would be able to find her easier if they did and she ddn't want to put them in a position where they could get killed. The three argued that they would do anything to protect her. Clark even got a little hotheaded, boasting that nothing could stop him, save the meteor rocks. Redd had told them that the man after her had powers that no mortal-human or alien-would have been able to overcome. They stopped asking questions there.
Redd had also become close friends with Chloe and Lana. Even though Chloe was in Metropolis for her internship at the Daily Planet, she would still call almost every night to check up on her "find." Chloe would always tease her that one day she'd write an expose on how "Woodland Girl Keeps Ankle-Length Hair From Tangling." She had been invited to come visit Chloe in Metropolis, but quickly declined, stating that the Kents needed her to help out around the farm. No one really knew why she got so tense everytime the word "Metropolis" was uttered. Everyone just chalked it up to being a part of the mystery that was Redd.
Lana was also a good friend. She was quite unlike Chloe. Lana was more a make-up, music and guys type of girl, whereas Chloe was more a politics, current events and snark type of girl. They were very different, yet Redd managed to get along with both of them. Chloe was great for deep, intellectual conversations, whereas Lana was great for sharing stories of their families. Both she and Lana had lost their parents.
Lana and Redd occasionally went shopping together, hung out and made regular "girl-talk." They had fun trying on different clothes, going to the Clinique counter to try some free make-up samples, or just eating lunch together and making commentaries on anyone who happened to pass by them.
It was a nice feeling, though.To be able to go to sleep knowing that the people you love will be there when you wake up.But as soon as Redd would think that, the fear would come back.the want to run away would return. Redd was cursed.She was cursed to have anyone she loved, anyone she felt connected to, die and leave her to live a seemingly immortal life of pain and suffering. That's when the tears would come. Her silent sobs were her lulluby. They were the only sounds that wold allow the reheaded beauty to drift into slumber...
Her dreams were haunted with eerie, green smoke, the faces of her newfound family and friends, the voices of those that had been killed in her place.The airplane, the bus, the car, the knife and the note were all there, chasing her. Her powers were of no use to her. They were nulled by the magicks of the nigtmares. She would run while screaming for her demons and ghosts to leave her forever. And then she would stop when the green smoke became so thick she couldn't see her feet. She would stand there, alone and frightened until she heard the laughter.
It started out low and merry, much like how one would imagine Saint Nikolas would. The chuckle would then grow louder and darker until finally it reached a deafening, maniacle screech. The smoke would begin to part as footsteps grew nearer and the sound of a sword being unsheathed was heard. And then out of the darkness he would appear.The faceless man that had been after her for what seemed like eternity would appear, cloaked in ritual robes and crystals dangling from every thread. He was accompanied by his minions-legions of demons and evil spirits. They would hiss in laughter. Redd would try to run away, but found herself locked in a dark room with the green smoke, demons and her killer. Usually he would raise his sabred blade up to her throat in preparation to slit it. But not this time.This time he ordered his minions to attack her. They leaped upon her, clutching at her throat.Suffocating her.
Redd opened her violet eyes in hopes to escape her dream. Her eyes grew large when she realized her suffocation had not been another nightmare. Her pillow was upon her face and she could feel the strong hands that kept it steadily upon her nose and mouth. Redd tried to use her telekinetic powers to remove the pillow, but found that she could not. She tried to use her telepathy to contact Jon and Martha, but to no avail. That's when it sunk into her oxygen deprived mind.It was her killer that was suffocating her, using his voodonic powers to null her own.
Redd struggled physically to break free, but to no avail. She relied so much on her psychic powers, that physical strength wasn't something she thought of needing. She tried to call for help but the pillow prevented her from sucking in precious air that was needed to vibrate her vocal cords. The only thing she could see was they gray color of the pillow on her face.
Redd began to feel weak. Her muscles were relaxing against her will to fight. She started to get dizzy. A single, salty tear carressed her now white cheek as she too in her last gasp of air.