deichtine -- all of the chapters should be up at my site by now. here's the address again : http:www.visual-sentiments.net or http:visual.my-fault.net . either one will work, and you'll notice a link to enter into the fanfiction galleries. the story will be updated on both sites. and thanks for the complaiment! i plan on bringing in some darker sides of clark's heritage, people, and his own soul ........ but i think i just gave away too much! grr. enjoy!
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hopefully the length of this chapter will make up for, first of all, how long it took me to update last time, and second of all, the shortness of the chapter. hope y'all enjoy :D
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Lana Lang shivered slightly, wrapping her arms more tightly around her bent knees. When that man had suddenly taken Clark, she'd felt like she was in some kind of a dream. It was only when he glanced at her, his eyes holding what almost seemed to be some kind of a dark promise, that she'd taken a step back, away from him. Pete had come to stand in front of her, as if he could somehow protect her from the larger, mysterious man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Clark.
Somehow, she had known that that wasn't true. And when the man had lifted that strange, cylindrical object that had somehow paralyzed Clark ........ everything had immediately gone black. She'd felt a strange sort of peace, almost as if she knew, instinctively, that nobody could ever hurt her again.
And now, here hse was, in a small little room with Pete nowhere in sight. That man had come and gone a couple of times, mostly working on what she supposed was some kind of paperwork. Out the window she could see stars and the occassional planet whizzing by, and while at first it had fascinated her, now it just made her feel sick.
Every child dreamed of flying through space, of setting foot on a distant planet. And now that she was finially able to fulfull that child fantasy ........ all that she wanted was to be home, shivering under he covers as she recovered from this nightmare.
But it was too real to be a nightmare, wasn't it? You didn't get this scared in your dreams. It was only once you woke up and actually started thinking about your dreams that you got this frightened of them.
Sniffing softly, Lana glaned up as the door opened yet again, gasping softly as she recognised Clark. He looked tired, and a little out of it, but relatively okay. She immediately stood up, taking a step toward him and the strange man, only to gasp in surprise as she ran straight into a wall. A wall that for all intents and purposes shouldn't have been there.
Land brought her hands up to the unseen wall, glaring with all her might at the one man who could be the only one responsible for this.
As Clark glanced around the sparsely furnished room, Lana held her breath, waiting for him to notice her, to rush to her rescue, just like he always did. However, Clark's eyes passed right over, almost as if he couldn't see her. Lana moaned softly, sinking back down to the floor in a graceful heap.
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Clark sighed softly, glancing quickoly over the room. There seemed to be some kind of room within this one, with a small door leading beyond. He instantly narrowed his eyes, reaching out for his x-ray vision to enable him to see what was beyond the wall. However, nothing happened.
Gasping in shock, Clark quickly glanced at the man beside him, his fear growing by leaps and bounds. If his powers weren't working at all ........ then he was at greater risk than he had first supposed.
Swallowing hard against the sudden lump in his throat, Clark walked over to where the other man was standing, cautously sitting down on the single bed he found there. The older man was currently rummaging around in what looked vaguely like a colset -- there were several buttons and dieals to the side, but iwas filled with clothes.
"Here we go, this should fit you just fine." Jor-el turned back around, smiling brightly at his son. When he merely recieved a cold stare from his son, Jor-el sighed softly, quickly sitting down beside the young man.
"Kal-el, let's get a few things out of the way first, alright? First of all, I don't want to hurt you. I would never hurt you for anything in the world. Second off, i'm sure you don't realize this, but i'm your father."
Clark was almost immediately on his ffet, taking a couple of steps back from the mysterious man. "Wait just a dman minute! Didn't you die? Didn't you send me to Earth because you and everybody else on my planet were dead?" Clark was shouding now, the anger evident in his voice.
"Kal, I thought we WOULD die. I didn't think that there was any possible way that the council would heed my warnings and allow me to take you and your mother, atleast, away from Krypton. So I broke the law -- I sent you away without perission, without leave. I would have probably been executed for disobeying a direct order like that, if the tragedy i had been warned of hadn't come to pass just as the council was deciding what to do with me. I sent you away, and I almost didn't get to come and find you."
Jor-el paused for breath, carefully studying the face of his son. "I work for an orginization known as The Guild, now. I haven't been able to come and find you, yet, but the minute I was finially left to my own deviced for a sufficient amount of time, I left to come and find you. I didn't know exactly where you were sent, and that's why it took me a bit longer than I would have liked. I should have come for you immediately, but those were survived the destruction of Krypton needed a home ........ and they needed somebody who could find them that home. I had always been a leader in our community, Kal. And thus, they looked to me. I could only hope and wish that you were found by good people, who could take care of you properly."
Jor-el lead a hand on the back of his son's head, smiling gnetly as he got up. "I haveto go. Get changed, alright? We'll be arricing at the Guild headquarters before too long, and I want you to make a good first impression. They helped us out alot when we needed to find a new planet to settle down on,a nd we owe them alot."
Clark watched as the older man -- his biological father -- walked out of the room. Sighing heavily, Clark slowly stood up, leaning his hip against the bed for it's added support. He was still pretty weak, after all.
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Lana was now pressed flat against the wall behind her, staring at Clark with wide eyes. What ........? That man was his father? From another planet? Mind reeling, she wrapped her arms even tighter around herself, drawing legs up close against her chest, as close as she could get them.
Shivering slightly, Lana glanced back at Clark, tears stinging her eyes, only to find him pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor as he reached for his pants. Even though she knew that she should close her eyes, turn her head away, and just general NOT LOOK, Lana couldn't seem to do it. Her eyes were glued on the sight before her.
Clark was now stripped down to his boxers, and he reached hesitatingly for the fpile of clothing that Jor-el had left for him. that's it, clark. think of him as jor-el. hes' not dad -- dad is jonothan kent. he's just some guy who abandoned you ........ even if he did do it to save your life. dammit! no! no sympathy! i can't feel symptahy for him, because if i start to feel sympathy for him, then i might start to like him, and if i start to like him ........ clark quickly pushed that thought to the back of his mind, reaching again for the pile of clothing, only this time with determination.
they were just clothes. it didn't mean anything that Jor-el had given them to him. If he was gonna be here for a litle while -- even if it was just until he returned home -- he needed to blend in. He was good at blending in with people who were different from him. So, maybe this wouldn't be quite so hard.
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Jor-el stared out the view screen, watching as the Guild headqarters came into view. It was the size of a small planet, and it was always amazed him that they had actually taken the time to create the structure, rather than just inhabiting one of the many uninhabited planets in the sector. But they insisted that ths was far easier, and he wasn't about to argue with the people who were mostly responsible for the hapiness and peace that his people now endured.
Turning away from the sight before him, Jor-el slowly walked back into the room behind him, smiling gently when he saw his son buckling up his shirt. His Earth clothes lay folded neatly on the bed, the odd footwear resting beside them.
Jor-el watched in silence as his son bent down to slip the boots he had set aside for him onto his surprisingly slender feet. Well, slender for a Kryptonian, annyway. They were most likely quite larger for the humans that inhabited that backwater planet they had just come from. But the boots should fit him just fine -- they were Jor-el's and his son had obviously inherited his slender, womanly feet.
Clark glanced up, surprised to find that Jor-el had re-entered the room. Mind playing back on everything that had happened in the last couple of hours -- or, atleast, he hoped that he hadn't been out for more than a couple of hours -- Clark's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Where are my friends? The two people I was with? Did you hurt them?"
Jor-el sighed softly. He had hoped that Kal-el would continue to forget about the two young people he had been with when Jor-el had come to retrieve him. Glancing bck at the artificial wall that lay on the right side of the room, Jor-el quickly walked toward it, his steps long and sure. Upon reaching his destination, he reached over and touched a button on the wall that he knew to be there, even if it was invisible to the naked eye.
the wall instantly dissolved, revealing a young, dark-haired girl curled up on the floor with her back against the wall. Turning to his son, he stared at the boy for a moment, before saying by way of explanation, "I couldn't risk her causing a commotion, and aleting your parents to my presense. Who knows what they might have done? It is forbidden for outsiders to have access to the humans on your planet, as backwater and un-advacned as it is. The other one, the boy, fainted dead away, but she didn't look like she was goning to follow suit any time soon. And I could tell that she was worrie dabout you. So I brought her along. Her memory will haveto be wiped of this little incident, and the Guild will probably send somebody to do the same for your dark-skinned friend. But for now, she's here. With you. Bring her along when you come out. We'll be landing any minute now."
Jor-el turned and walked tot he door, stoppig to glance back at his son, who was standing in the exact same position as when he had first seen his friend. Sighing softly, Jor-el slowly walked otu the door, shaking his head in amusement. The attraction -- perhaps even love -- that was there was tangible. He could almost see it, smell it, it was so strong.But some things were just not meant to be. Kal-el could never be with that girl -- it would be too dangerous, and any child he had with her -- or any ot her human girl -- would be far to dangerous. It would only end in heartbreak and mistery.
Sighing softly, Jor-el walked tot he viewscreen, preparing the ship to land. And preparing himself, as well. The Guilt was not going going to be happy with him.
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hopefully the length of this chapter will make up for, first of all, how long it took me to update last time, and second of all, the shortness of the chapter. hope y'all enjoy :D
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Lana Lang shivered slightly, wrapping her arms more tightly around her bent knees. When that man had suddenly taken Clark, she'd felt like she was in some kind of a dream. It was only when he glanced at her, his eyes holding what almost seemed to be some kind of a dark promise, that she'd taken a step back, away from him. Pete had come to stand in front of her, as if he could somehow protect her from the larger, mysterious man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Clark.
Somehow, she had known that that wasn't true. And when the man had lifted that strange, cylindrical object that had somehow paralyzed Clark ........ everything had immediately gone black. She'd felt a strange sort of peace, almost as if she knew, instinctively, that nobody could ever hurt her again.
And now, here hse was, in a small little room with Pete nowhere in sight. That man had come and gone a couple of times, mostly working on what she supposed was some kind of paperwork. Out the window she could see stars and the occassional planet whizzing by, and while at first it had fascinated her, now it just made her feel sick.
Every child dreamed of flying through space, of setting foot on a distant planet. And now that she was finially able to fulfull that child fantasy ........ all that she wanted was to be home, shivering under he covers as she recovered from this nightmare.
But it was too real to be a nightmare, wasn't it? You didn't get this scared in your dreams. It was only once you woke up and actually started thinking about your dreams that you got this frightened of them.
Sniffing softly, Lana glaned up as the door opened yet again, gasping softly as she recognised Clark. He looked tired, and a little out of it, but relatively okay. She immediately stood up, taking a step toward him and the strange man, only to gasp in surprise as she ran straight into a wall. A wall that for all intents and purposes shouldn't have been there.
Land brought her hands up to the unseen wall, glaring with all her might at the one man who could be the only one responsible for this.
As Clark glanced around the sparsely furnished room, Lana held her breath, waiting for him to notice her, to rush to her rescue, just like he always did. However, Clark's eyes passed right over, almost as if he couldn't see her. Lana moaned softly, sinking back down to the floor in a graceful heap.
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Clark sighed softly, glancing quickoly over the room. There seemed to be some kind of room within this one, with a small door leading beyond. He instantly narrowed his eyes, reaching out for his x-ray vision to enable him to see what was beyond the wall. However, nothing happened.
Gasping in shock, Clark quickly glanced at the man beside him, his fear growing by leaps and bounds. If his powers weren't working at all ........ then he was at greater risk than he had first supposed.
Swallowing hard against the sudden lump in his throat, Clark walked over to where the other man was standing, cautously sitting down on the single bed he found there. The older man was currently rummaging around in what looked vaguely like a colset -- there were several buttons and dieals to the side, but iwas filled with clothes.
"Here we go, this should fit you just fine." Jor-el turned back around, smiling brightly at his son. When he merely recieved a cold stare from his son, Jor-el sighed softly, quickly sitting down beside the young man.
"Kal-el, let's get a few things out of the way first, alright? First of all, I don't want to hurt you. I would never hurt you for anything in the world. Second off, i'm sure you don't realize this, but i'm your father."
Clark was almost immediately on his ffet, taking a couple of steps back from the mysterious man. "Wait just a dman minute! Didn't you die? Didn't you send me to Earth because you and everybody else on my planet were dead?" Clark was shouding now, the anger evident in his voice.
"Kal, I thought we WOULD die. I didn't think that there was any possible way that the council would heed my warnings and allow me to take you and your mother, atleast, away from Krypton. So I broke the law -- I sent you away without perission, without leave. I would have probably been executed for disobeying a direct order like that, if the tragedy i had been warned of hadn't come to pass just as the council was deciding what to do with me. I sent you away, and I almost didn't get to come and find you."
Jor-el paused for breath, carefully studying the face of his son. "I work for an orginization known as The Guild, now. I haven't been able to come and find you, yet, but the minute I was finially left to my own deviced for a sufficient amount of time, I left to come and find you. I didn't know exactly where you were sent, and that's why it took me a bit longer than I would have liked. I should have come for you immediately, but those were survived the destruction of Krypton needed a home ........ and they needed somebody who could find them that home. I had always been a leader in our community, Kal. And thus, they looked to me. I could only hope and wish that you were found by good people, who could take care of you properly."
Jor-el lead a hand on the back of his son's head, smiling gnetly as he got up. "I haveto go. Get changed, alright? We'll be arricing at the Guild headquarters before too long, and I want you to make a good first impression. They helped us out alot when we needed to find a new planet to settle down on,a nd we owe them alot."
Clark watched as the older man -- his biological father -- walked out of the room. Sighing heavily, Clark slowly stood up, leaning his hip against the bed for it's added support. He was still pretty weak, after all.
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Lana was now pressed flat against the wall behind her, staring at Clark with wide eyes. What ........? That man was his father? From another planet? Mind reeling, she wrapped her arms even tighter around herself, drawing legs up close against her chest, as close as she could get them.
Shivering slightly, Lana glanced back at Clark, tears stinging her eyes, only to find him pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor as he reached for his pants. Even though she knew that she should close her eyes, turn her head away, and just general NOT LOOK, Lana couldn't seem to do it. Her eyes were glued on the sight before her.
Clark was now stripped down to his boxers, and he reached hesitatingly for the fpile of clothing that Jor-el had left for him. that's it, clark. think of him as jor-el. hes' not dad -- dad is jonothan kent. he's just some guy who abandoned you ........ even if he did do it to save your life. dammit! no! no sympathy! i can't feel symptahy for him, because if i start to feel sympathy for him, then i might start to like him, and if i start to like him ........ clark quickly pushed that thought to the back of his mind, reaching again for the pile of clothing, only this time with determination.
they were just clothes. it didn't mean anything that Jor-el had given them to him. If he was gonna be here for a litle while -- even if it was just until he returned home -- he needed to blend in. He was good at blending in with people who were different from him. So, maybe this wouldn't be quite so hard.
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Jor-el stared out the view screen, watching as the Guild headqarters came into view. It was the size of a small planet, and it was always amazed him that they had actually taken the time to create the structure, rather than just inhabiting one of the many uninhabited planets in the sector. But they insisted that ths was far easier, and he wasn't about to argue with the people who were mostly responsible for the hapiness and peace that his people now endured.
Turning away from the sight before him, Jor-el slowly walked back into the room behind him, smiling gently when he saw his son buckling up his shirt. His Earth clothes lay folded neatly on the bed, the odd footwear resting beside them.
Jor-el watched in silence as his son bent down to slip the boots he had set aside for him onto his surprisingly slender feet. Well, slender for a Kryptonian, annyway. They were most likely quite larger for the humans that inhabited that backwater planet they had just come from. But the boots should fit him just fine -- they were Jor-el's and his son had obviously inherited his slender, womanly feet.
Clark glanced up, surprised to find that Jor-el had re-entered the room. Mind playing back on everything that had happened in the last couple of hours -- or, atleast, he hoped that he hadn't been out for more than a couple of hours -- Clark's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Where are my friends? The two people I was with? Did you hurt them?"
Jor-el sighed softly. He had hoped that Kal-el would continue to forget about the two young people he had been with when Jor-el had come to retrieve him. Glancing bck at the artificial wall that lay on the right side of the room, Jor-el quickly walked toward it, his steps long and sure. Upon reaching his destination, he reached over and touched a button on the wall that he knew to be there, even if it was invisible to the naked eye.
the wall instantly dissolved, revealing a young, dark-haired girl curled up on the floor with her back against the wall. Turning to his son, he stared at the boy for a moment, before saying by way of explanation, "I couldn't risk her causing a commotion, and aleting your parents to my presense. Who knows what they might have done? It is forbidden for outsiders to have access to the humans on your planet, as backwater and un-advacned as it is. The other one, the boy, fainted dead away, but she didn't look like she was goning to follow suit any time soon. And I could tell that she was worrie dabout you. So I brought her along. Her memory will haveto be wiped of this little incident, and the Guild will probably send somebody to do the same for your dark-skinned friend. But for now, she's here. With you. Bring her along when you come out. We'll be landing any minute now."
Jor-el turned and walked tot he door, stoppig to glance back at his son, who was standing in the exact same position as when he had first seen his friend. Sighing softly, Jor-el slowly walked otu the door, shaking his head in amusement. The attraction -- perhaps even love -- that was there was tangible. He could almost see it, smell it, it was so strong.But some things were just not meant to be. Kal-el could never be with that girl -- it would be too dangerous, and any child he had with her -- or any ot her human girl -- would be far to dangerous. It would only end in heartbreak and mistery.
Sighing softly, Jor-el walked tot he viewscreen, preparing the ship to land. And preparing himself, as well. The Guilt was not going going to be happy with him.