Disclaimer: Smallville and Superman are not mine. My choice to alliterate their eventful lives is because Joe, Jerry, Alfred and Miles created something that inspired me.
Note: Hey um, I know I wrote this before and this has been up for a while now. It's just that I had an idea on how to go further with my story so I tweaked it a little bit. This is my take on the famous death of Superman, with Smallville in context. I broke a few rules of the comic storyline. Oh well, that the reason for fanfiction anyways.
Chapter 1
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"four strings struck,
some doves flew.
they all wore soot,
and one soul left."
-anonymous
Perhaps chance decided to blow upon its ironic wind on the day Clark Kent died. Who knows why it happened; even for a man who was earmarked for destiny, sometimes its just too soon to tell that good people always live forever.
It was a Wednesday, an ordinary Wednesday. The ones who were unaware of who Clark Kent was are perhaps nonchalantly waking up to a Smallville morning, looking forward to a newer day.
A small group, on the other hand, can neither do both.
Throughout entire occasion, everyone stood still. Only chests that heaved showed any indication of movement. Lilies bathed the space, each one starkly white, beautifully contrasted to the bleak garbs every person wore.
Chloe, clad in pale monochrome, was the one who told Mrs. Kent that he seemed at peace when he died. Mrs. Kent's immediate gesture was just a mute hug. Still it was enough for her. She didn't complain.
Lana, on the other hand, felt guilty. For a man whom she figured had the most lonely eyes in someone so young, she knew he deserved more. Especially if she felt the same way about him. But all is gone now and every single one of his feelings, in time, will turn to dirt. Sadly, the same won't apply to her.
The silence was overwhelming enough for Pete; but he couldn't do that. He needed to be there for Chloe in a moment like this. He knew Clark would've done the same thing. So instead he listened - he listened to the unspeaking grief people carried with them. He listened to Chloe's sad weeping as she rested her head on his tranquil shoulders. And finally, he listened to creaking sound of wood as the polished coffin descended, taking Clark down six feet deep.
The sun was ripe of summer, a pre-eminent prospect to earn moments that were more high in spirits. The Kent's stood underneath that summer without the better half of what it offered. Both of their heads tipped to each other while Mr. Kent held Martha sturdy with his arm. They each remained deaf to what was proceeding around them. There were other thoughts to be had besides what the minister said.
It took a while but this time everybody was patient. Some though were much eager for it to finally come about. Lex was ready too. He walked scared and stood in front of everyone. He didn't have any pages in front of him, just his words to pass on. All ears widened to hear him speak. It's about Clark, so maybe there will be something really meaningful in what comes out of him – especially after the fact that he was the last person who stood by him until Clark ran short of breath.
The winds blew and rustled. With that Lex began his eulogy.
Like I mentioned, all ears widened.