The Ties That Bind
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!)
(Note: This is set before the events of Vortex)
Prologue: Odyssey
Moonlight shone over the empty waste that made up the vast majority of the Oklahoma landscape. Rays of reflected light glittered from the few spots of metal still shining through on the rusted husks of abandoned oil wells.
The figure that looked skyward, peering up from the rock on which it crouched, could easily have been mistaken for a wolf. The legs rested underneath the haunches and the head panned smoothly from side to side, catching whiffs in the air of possible predators. It was, however, not a wolf. Once, it had known its name, but that day was long gone. For months, it had been out in the wilderness, living among the beasts whose thoughts penetrated its own mind, burying the boy who had been known as Joshua Epstein beneath the layers and layers of instinct that made up the life of a wild beast. Somewhere, though, within the recesses of that mind that had once been human, a single driving instinct pulled at the soul of the boy-beast.
Find him.
He no longer remembered who "him" was, but he could feel the bond between them pulling him, urging him on to the north. Toward a place that was the only other word he remembered.
Smallville.
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!)
(Note: This is set before the events of Vortex)
Prologue: Odyssey
Moonlight shone over the empty waste that made up the vast majority of the Oklahoma landscape. Rays of reflected light glittered from the few spots of metal still shining through on the rusted husks of abandoned oil wells.
The figure that looked skyward, peering up from the rock on which it crouched, could easily have been mistaken for a wolf. The legs rested underneath the haunches and the head panned smoothly from side to side, catching whiffs in the air of possible predators. It was, however, not a wolf. Once, it had known its name, but that day was long gone. For months, it had been out in the wilderness, living among the beasts whose thoughts penetrated its own mind, burying the boy who had been known as Joshua Epstein beneath the layers and layers of instinct that made up the life of a wild beast. Somewhere, though, within the recesses of that mind that had once been human, a single driving instinct pulled at the soul of the boy-beast.
Find him.
He no longer remembered who "him" was, but he could feel the bond between them pulling him, urging him on to the north. Toward a place that was the only other word he remembered.
Smallville.