(A/N: I'm putting in a character of mine that will be crucial to the development of the story as it goes along.)
That night after returning home from the hospital, the three Kents and
Rogue were sitting in the living room. Jonathan and Martha were in
their chairs, while Clark and Rogue were curled up on the couch.
The TV was going, and had been so for about the last two hours.
Because of what happened in Metropolis, a whole new crop of mutant
protests appeared throughout the nation. Possible mutant lynchings had
also been reported, though actual evidence of them had yet to surface.
Rogue buried her face into Clark's chest. "I can't believe this is
happening," She told him.
Clark stroked the back of her neck. "I know, I can't either."
"Ok you two, it's time to go to bed," Martha told the two teenagers.
The two groaned in protest but she wouldn't hear it. The two said their
good nights to the elder Kents and headed off for bed.
That night Rogue had trouble falling asleep. She had horrible
nightmares about the Mutant Registration Act becoming law and thousands
of mutants being rounded up and herded into concentration-like camps.
After tossing and turning for several hours she awoke, startled. It
took her a few seconds to recognize where she was at. Realizing that
she was in her room she pulled the covers off and slipped out of the
bed.
Her nightmares were plaguing her like a virus, and she couldn't bare
to sleep much more. She quietly exited her room and headed for Clark's.
There she hoped she could find the safety and security she wanted.
Gently, she pushed on Clark's bedroom door. Entering the room she
shut the door as quietly as she had opened it. Rogue thought that she hadn't
awoken Clark, but she was wrong.
Clark may have been in a deep slumber, but his keen sense of hearing
had picked up Rogue's apparent leave from her room. He awoke, thinking
that he might want to go comfort her. Using his x-ray vision he found
her making her way through the hallway to his room. He decided to act
like he was asleep in case she did enter.
Rogue entered Clark's room. Seeing that he was still asleep she gently
crept up beside the bed. "Clark," she called out his name and nudged
his arm. Clark let out a mock groan and looked up at her.
"Hey," Clark said to her. "Something wrong?"
"I can't sleep. Nightmares, I uh, guess," she replied. "I was just
wondering if I could, um, stay...." Rogue trailed off, finding herself
completely embarrassed to say the rest.
Clark patted the bed. "Yes, you can," he told her with a smile. Rogue
returned it with one her own. The biggest, one might say. She slid into
the bed as Clark wrapped the covers and a protective arm around her.
Rogue snuggled closer to him. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Clark replied as she left out a little yawn. "I
love you, Rogue."
Rogue smiled back at him. "I love you too Clark." And with that, Rogue
returned to sleep with a much happier dreamscape awaiting.
Smallville Industrial Park...
Within just a few hours the F.O.H. had set up a small command center
inside the abandoned warehouse. There were some small offices near the
main entrance that had been converted into a meeting room, and another
into a command room. The command room contained men working on
computers and communication equipment.
Inside the meeting room Sen. Johnson, or as he now was called by,
Commander Johnson, gathered one of his lieutenants and two other men.
"Men, your assignment is a simple one. I want you to go into town
tomorrow. See if you can dig up any information about our targets." The
senator paused. "If you happen to see the targets you are not to engage
them, but to observe. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" the three yelled together in unison as they saluted him.
With that, the three men exited from the meeting room and headed for
another which held their weapons. Each one grabbed a pistol and an
extra clip of ammunition. Afterwards they headed for the communications
room and grabbed three walkie-talkies.
With everything in tow they headed out to an old run down 70's model
four-door Buick. Climbing in, they headed off for Smallville.
Smallville High...
The school was practically alive about the winter formal that was
coming up in just a few days. It was a Wednesday which meant that most
students that were going were either tying up last ends on getting
their things or just now starting.
Two students stood on ladders in front of the gymnasium hanging a
banner for the dance as others piled off buses or out of their cars and
headed for the school to start their morning classes. Clark and Rogue
exited his truck and headed up towards the school's main building
before stopping to look at the banner.
"Two more days 'till the dance," Rogue commented. "Have you gotten a
tux yet?"
"Um, no, I haven't," Clark replied. "I'll make sure to drop by some
of the shops in town and check on one."
"You'd better, Clark Kent," Rogue smirked. She reached over and
kissed Clark on the lips before they continued on to their classes.
Main road coming into Smallville...
The Buick that the F.O.H. members had confiscated proved to be more
trouble that it was worth. While trying to drive to town the car had
already broken down on them once, and managed to do so again. Two of
the Friend's of Humanity members were underneath the hood; one working
on the car's carburetor while the second watched or handed him tools.
The third was leaning against the car calmly smoking a cigarette.
"There, I've gotten that mixture screw turned back. I hope it's just
right." The one that had been working on the car put his tools away and
slammed the hood down. Once they were all in the vehicle he pumped the
carburetor three times and hit the key. The engine fired up and the
three were back on their way.
Smallville High, about an hour later...
Chloe was just putting on the last touches on the latest edition of the
Torch when she saw Bobby traipse into the office with a smile on his
face that made her suspicious.
"Why are you in such a good mood?" she asked as she stopped typing.
"Oh, no reason," he replied back, innocently. Before Chloe could even
say anything else Bobby quickly kissed her. When they separated she
looked at him, a slight smile on her face.
"Up to nothing, huh?"
"Well, maybe a little something," Bobby answered her, before digging in
his pocket. When he brought it out he produced a small black box and
handed it to her. "I got this for you a little while back. I hope you like it."
Chloe took the box and opened it to find two small heart-shaped earrings.
"My god, Bobby, their beautiful!!" Chloe exclaimed, as she got up
from her chair and hugged him.
Chloe couldn't had imagined a better present than what Bobby had given her.
The three F.O.H. members arrived in Smallville and immediately showered the small town for anything about the mutants. One of the men managed to find out where their three targets were staying at while another learned about the upcoming dance. The commanding officer of the search, obviously pleased with the information, ordered the others to load back up into the car. With what they had they would head back to the warehouse and report back to the senator.
The three men prided themselves on not being followed and concealing the truth of their visit to the town. As the car pulled away from the alley where they'd left it, they had no idea that they'd been watched the entire time.
A young man watched as the car eased out of the alley. He'd been walking home, innocently enough, when he overheard some voices. Becoming curious, he went see what was happening.
The young man, who's name was Jason Bigsby, found three others standing around a car discussing some sort of invasion plan. They also mentioned something about the "three mutants" in Smallville and how they were going to kill them. What astonished the young man was that he had classes with at least two of the two mentioned. It amazed him that they seemed so normal around everyone else when they weren't. 'Oh well, no more normal than me.' The young man thought. He had to tell someone about this.
Jason made his way back down the main drag in Smallville. He had to talk to someone, but who? If what he'd heard was true then there was going to be a massacre at the dance. As he passed a clothing store he stopped abruptly; his eyes trained on who he saw inside checking out tuxedos.
One Clark Kent.
'He's dating one of those mutants, isn't he?' Jason pondered. 'The one called Rogue, yeah, that's right! Hell, she's even staying with him so that makes it even better!' Jason made a beeline for inside the store to confront Clark Kent.
Clark grabbed another tux from the rack. 'No way I'll fit in that.' he thought before setting it back. He was too involved in his quest to notice that Jason was watching him.
Jason stood about a foot from Clark and gently tapped his shoulder. Clark turned around. "Um yes, can I help you?"
"Clark Kent, right?" Jason asked. Clark nodded. "We had a chemistry class together last year. Remember me? I'm Jason Bigsby."
"Oh yeah, now I remember you." Clark replied. He knew a little of Jason but never really got to know him better and become friends. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"No, there's something I can do for you." Jason told him quietly. "Look, I was heading home walla go and overheard some guys. They were talking about an invasion or something and killing some mutants that go to Smallville." Clark's eyes bugged out. "I'd say by your response that I'm partially right, right?"
Clark didn't respond. He was now beginning to panic. If the Friends of Humanity had some how tracked down one of the mutants then they were all in danger. He quickly sat down one of the tux's. "I have to go." He stammered. Clark began to walk very quickly out of the store.
Just before Clark could super speed anywhere, Jason grabbed his arm and whirled him around. "One more thing, Clark." he told him as he eased closer to him. "I know that your girlfriend, Rogue, is a mutant." Clark looked at him with a mix of panic and shock.
"How?"
"I overheard them talking about her." Jason told him. "She's one of the targets they identified, along with two others. Bobby Drake and Jubilation Lee."
Clark swallowed hard. They'd been able to make out three of them. This was worse than he thought. "Look, I hate leave, but I need to go warn them." he tried to get away from Jason but he followed. "Clark, I can help." Jason declared as Clark left the store.
"How can you help?" Clark asked, turning back to see the young man. "Do you have any kind of special powers or something? Are you a mutant yourself? Because if your not then just go away. All you'll end up doing is get yourself hurt!"
Jason grabbed Clark and pushed him towards a brick wall. "No, I'm not a mutant but I'm far from being human." Jason eased his grip from Clark then pulled his hands down back towards himself.
Clark blinked. "Ok, if your not human and not a mutant, then what are you?"
Jason looked at him. "Something more dangerous than any mutant."
Clark was unsure what to think about Jason. Any time he'd ever seen him in the halls he was usually quiet, never saying much and kept to himself. "Ok, prove it."
"No, not here." Jason told him. "Look, I'll meet you at your place later tonight. Around seven or so." He turned to leave. "Make sure you have all those mutants there as well. They deserve to know." Clark nodded and watched as Jason began to walk back towards his house.
Clark, Rogue, Bobby, Rogue, Kurt, Kitty, Pitor, Jubilee, Pete, and John were all sitting in Clark's loft waiting for Jason to show up. The mutants had agreed to letting Pete know about themselves and surprisingly enough, he took it very easily. He accepted what they were and their abilities. It was around 7:10 when they all heard the sound of a dirt bike pull up around the barn.
Jason got off the bike and walked it inside the barn. He stopped abruptly, pulling off his helmet and putting the kickstand on the bike down. "Come on up, Jason." Clark called out.
"Yeah, ok." Jason replied. He made his way up to the loft via the stairs and stopped.
Each person was either sitting or standing in some part of the loft talking a little when they all stopped in Jason's presence. A few of the mutants eyed him, fearfully, while the others watched him warily, waiting for him to say something. "Welcome." Clark greeted him. "Care to sit down?" he asked, motioning to a bale of hay.
"I'd rather stand, no offense." Jason replied. Clark nodded. "Now, how do you know about the mutants?" Clark asked.
Jason began to recount his story. "...and so I managed to hear who they believed the mutants to be."
"And who, out of all of us, are mutants?" John asked. There was something about this young man that he didn't like and wanted to find out badly.
"Rogue, Jubilation, and Bobby." Jason told him, calmly. Jubilee shivered. Pete seemed to notice and took hold of her hand, giving a gentle squeeze. Rogue moved closer to Clark.
"I'm pretty sure that's not all of them, either." Jason stated. "I think that some of you others are mutants as well. Or meteor freaks." He began to grin. "Hell, might as well throw an alien in with it!"
Clark looked at him. "Ahem."
"What?" Jason asked. He looked at Clark before the thought registered in his mind. "Oh, ok." he replied, understanding what Clark was. Surprising to everyone, Jason didn't go completely hysterical over the news. Instead, he calmly stood there in the middle of group. "Your not shocked by this?" Kurt asked
"Nope." Jason replied. He looked at Clark. "Did you come down with the meteors?" Clark nodded in response.
"Jason, you told me today that you were more dangerous than any mutant." Clark started. "What did you mean by that?"
Jason smiled. "Because, when the meteor shower hit thirteen years ago, the meteors weren't the only things to come down. Something else came with them that's more lethal than anything else on the planet."
"What do you, like, mean?" Kitty asked. She, along with the others, had all sorts of emotions going through her mind at the moment.
"It'd be better if I just show you." he responded. Centering himself in the circle, he took in a deep breath. 'God I hope this is the right thing to do." he thought. And with that, he said the word.
"Guyver."
Instantly, several tendrils sprouted from his neck, Each one had some sort of object attached at the end that was attaching itself to Jason's body.
The teens watched in amazement and fear at the transformation taking place. Never in the wildest dreams had any of them imagine something like this was possible.
When the transformation was complete everyone looked at the thing that stood before them. No longer did it look human. In fact it looked very alien. It's skin, if you could call it that, was a bluish gray in some parts, with yellowish looking eyes and a single spike coming out of the top of the head. Or was that a helmet? The other most noticeable things were a single blue orb in the middle of the eyes that was just slightly higher and on the top of the forehead and two spikes that protruded from either arm just before the elbow.
"Don't worry, I'm still here." came a voice that sounded like it was produced electronically. "This thing that your all looking at is called the Guyver. It's an alien weapon's system designed by a man named Jor-El from Krypton."
Dun, dun, dun, More to come!!!! Chapter ten coming very soon!