Title: The New Guy (revised)
Summary: A very powerful family moves to Smallville. Just read it and see what happens.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Smallville universe other than my oc's.
Season: I'm setting this one early in season two. No specific episode as of right now.
Writer's notes: I did write another story called the New Guy and really enjoyed it. The only problem with it is that the plot really began to get complicated and I abandoned it. So now I'm back writing the story but with some major revisions as to how my character's will interact in the story.
If you did read the original version of the story then I hope you'll enjoy my new one.
'Indicates individual thoughts.'
[Indicates telepathy.]
Prologue
September, 1989
Atlanta, GA.
BioTech Industries, Inc.
Three year old Michael Rydel watched his mother, Lynn Rydel, as she typed away at some calculations on her computer. The young boy was fascinated by her movements as she worked on her project. She'd been recently given permission to undertake her own experiment with RX-22 gas and beta radiation. She was trying to combine the two dangerous elements successfully in a controlled environment.
"Just a little more…" she trailed off as she glanced over to her son who continued to watch her. Inwardly she wondered why she'd brought him with her today. That was simple: her ex-husband and Atlanta district attorney had once again failed to come and pick him up as per their scheduled visit's that he was entitled too. It didn't seem to faze him too much when Lynn did see him; he was more interested in the girl he was dating at the time than his own son.
Suddenly an alarm went off. "We're losing containment!" One of the men screamed. Lynn quickly got up from her chair and ran to grab Michael and run out of the room. Just as she was about to make it to the door there was an incredible explosion behind her. It knocked her to the ground and sent Michael tumbling towards the chamber that now held the leaking radiated gas. "No!!!" Lynn screamed as she tried to grab he son but it was too late. Another explosion occurred sending her into darkness and forever changing her and her son.
Chapter one
Present day
A vacant home just a few miles outside of Smallville, Kansas.
A U-haul truck pulled into the drive of a small farmhouse. Behind it sat an old concrete silo that rose into the air about thirty-five feet or so and a dilapidated barn that had fallen apart year's earlier. Following it was a small white mid-90's model four door Honda Civic. The car stopped and the occupants departed.
The first one out was the driver, a small, petite woman in her early 40's and around 5' 3" in height with red hair. She grabbed her purse and shut her door on the car and then headed towards the house to unlock it for the movers.
Next up was a younger male that had been riding in the passenger seat. Once out of the car he stretched momentarily, feeling the bones in his elbows and knees pop loudly. He was sixteen, a little over 6' even with a athletic build and light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was about to head towards the home when he suddenly remembered the other two occupants in the back seat.
Turning around he headed back to the car and opened up the passenger-side door. Inside it in a car seat sat a little girl three old girl with blue eyes and blonde hair that was tied up in pigtails. She was struggling to get out of the car seat as her older brother began to undo the latches. Once finally free he picked her up and sat her outside where she began to run around and explore their new home.
The last one in the car looked at the older male with her brown eyes. It was Maggie, the family's two year old yellow lab. She gave her own version of a smile with her mouth open wide and tongue hanging off to one side as the teen opened the door to let her out. She didn't hesitate once and jumped out of the car and ran off to do her business having been stuck in the car for the last few hours.
Within an hour and a half the U-Haul truck had left and the family's furniture had been unloaded. The older woman was still arranging some things in the kitchen while her son was busy working on his upstairs room. Once she was done she stepped back to admire her work. Satisfied, she headed off to find her daughter.
Amber was in her room already making a mess. The little girl seemed to have no idea of neatness but then again who'd expect it from a three year old? Off to the side sat Maggie who watched her with interest. Amber picked up a small rubber bone then turned around to look at the dog. "Catch Maggie!" she yelled to the dog. Instead of throwing the bone, it levitated in the air and over the lab's head. Maggie ran out the door after it and returned a couple of seconds later. Amber squealed in delight at her dog and praised her as such with a small doggie treat. She was about to throw the bone again when her mother walked in.
"Oh Amber…" Lynn Rydel trailed off as she looked over the destructiveness of the three year old. Books and toys were strewn all over the room. The sheets for the bed were just laying there. There were some other things that had been pulled out and not put back up such as clothing. Lynn let out a small sigh. "Alright Amber, time to clean up this mess."
The little girl pouted. "But mommy, I wanna play with Maggie."
Lynn looked at her daughter sternly. "Amber, I want you to put up your things, now."
The comment seemed to work. Amber pouted a little but did as she was told. Lifting up her hands she watched as the scattered toys flew back into the toy box. The books went onto a small bookshelf in the corner. As for her clothes, they hovered into the air and went back into the closet. [Don't worry about the bed, I'll do it.] Lynn told her daughter telepathically. Instead of using her telekinesis though she did it the old fashioned way.
As she worked to straighten out the blankets a gust of flew in the into the room. 'Michael.' she thought with a small smile on her lips. Turning around, she looked at her son. "Can I help you son?"
Michael Rydel looked at his mother. In his hands were a few Barbie dolls that somehow had gotten packed in with his things. "Um no, I just wanted to give these to Amber." He handed the little girl her toys as she beamed a huge smile to him. Michael only half smiled back to her. Maggie seemed to notice the mood in the room and quickly grabbed her bone. She trotted over to Michael and looked up at him. Michael looked down to her and growled. The thing was though that the growl sounded very feral and in no way human at all. The dog quickly cowered away in fear and head out of the room.
"I'm going out. Be back in an hour." Michael told his mother before disappearing in a blur, literally, out of the room. Lynn sighed again. She didn't like distant she and her son had gotten in the last few years. She blamed herself though and not Michael. It was her work at BioTech that had kept her away from her son for so long. It was in some ways tearing her family apart. She looked down at her daughter before heading out of the room. [I'm going to make dinner soon.]
[Ok.] the girl replied telepathically as her mother left the room.
The Rydels looked like any other family on the outside. There was Lynn, a geneticist that worked in a genetic research lab and lived with her teenage son and younger daughter. They seemed to be a portrayal of a completely normal family.
Except they weren't.
Lynn and Amber were both telepath's. They could read each other's thoughts and communicate to one another over great distances. They both shared telekinesis as well. That was about as far as the similarities in their abilities. Lynn possessed an incredible healing ability that she could use on herself or on others.
The of course was Michael. His abilities were completely different. He didn't have any kind of mental abilities but instead was resilient to telepathy. His abilities were more of a physical nature. For one thing he was extremely fast and could bench press the family car if he wanted. His senses: sight, sound, taste, touch, and hearing were also extremely heightened. Also his skin was impenetrable and he was completely oblivious to sickness. He also had an incredible regenerative ability but it only worked on him.
Then of course were the stranger parts. He had claws and fangs which he could deploy and retract at any time. His eyes could change colors, becoming a bright red whenever he wanted and glowed. Then there was his tongue. It could shoot out like a frog's if he wanted it too and fork off like a snake's. It was an odd ability but handy when he needed to grab small objects over great distances, like when the TV remote was on the other side of the room. He couldn't cry though. Michael's tear ducts had been sealed permanently and he was incapable of reproduction. This didn't seem to bother Michael as he never brought it up.
The family was lucky thought that they had one another. They were different and had to live their lives secretly for fear of being exposed to the world. Lynn had to remind Michael several times when he was younger to be careful and not harm others. It was hard for them at times but they so far had made it.
It had been extremely hard for Michael. He'd never made friends as a child and was an outcast because of his abilities. Lynn had called them gifts while Michael called them curses. As he got older he became more distant from his mother. Fighting was somewhat common place. His powers seemed to affect him more than his mother realized. Michael longed for one day when he could have friends. He hoped for a day when there wouldn't be any fighting between himself and his mother. The move from Atlanta to Smallville would hopefully provide that.
Hopefully, anyways.
Summary: A very powerful family moves to Smallville. Just read it and see what happens.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Smallville universe other than my oc's.
Season: I'm setting this one early in season two. No specific episode as of right now.
Writer's notes: I did write another story called the New Guy and really enjoyed it. The only problem with it is that the plot really began to get complicated and I abandoned it. So now I'm back writing the story but with some major revisions as to how my character's will interact in the story.
If you did read the original version of the story then I hope you'll enjoy my new one.
'Indicates individual thoughts.'
[Indicates telepathy.]
Prologue
September, 1989
Atlanta, GA.
BioTech Industries, Inc.
Three year old Michael Rydel watched his mother, Lynn Rydel, as she typed away at some calculations on her computer. The young boy was fascinated by her movements as she worked on her project. She'd been recently given permission to undertake her own experiment with RX-22 gas and beta radiation. She was trying to combine the two dangerous elements successfully in a controlled environment.
"Just a little more…" she trailed off as she glanced over to her son who continued to watch her. Inwardly she wondered why she'd brought him with her today. That was simple: her ex-husband and Atlanta district attorney had once again failed to come and pick him up as per their scheduled visit's that he was entitled too. It didn't seem to faze him too much when Lynn did see him; he was more interested in the girl he was dating at the time than his own son.
Suddenly an alarm went off. "We're losing containment!" One of the men screamed. Lynn quickly got up from her chair and ran to grab Michael and run out of the room. Just as she was about to make it to the door there was an incredible explosion behind her. It knocked her to the ground and sent Michael tumbling towards the chamber that now held the leaking radiated gas. "No!!!" Lynn screamed as she tried to grab he son but it was too late. Another explosion occurred sending her into darkness and forever changing her and her son.
Chapter one
Present day
A vacant home just a few miles outside of Smallville, Kansas.
A U-haul truck pulled into the drive of a small farmhouse. Behind it sat an old concrete silo that rose into the air about thirty-five feet or so and a dilapidated barn that had fallen apart year's earlier. Following it was a small white mid-90's model four door Honda Civic. The car stopped and the occupants departed.
The first one out was the driver, a small, petite woman in her early 40's and around 5' 3" in height with red hair. She grabbed her purse and shut her door on the car and then headed towards the house to unlock it for the movers.
Next up was a younger male that had been riding in the passenger seat. Once out of the car he stretched momentarily, feeling the bones in his elbows and knees pop loudly. He was sixteen, a little over 6' even with a athletic build and light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was about to head towards the home when he suddenly remembered the other two occupants in the back seat.
Turning around he headed back to the car and opened up the passenger-side door. Inside it in a car seat sat a little girl three old girl with blue eyes and blonde hair that was tied up in pigtails. She was struggling to get out of the car seat as her older brother began to undo the latches. Once finally free he picked her up and sat her outside where she began to run around and explore their new home.
The last one in the car looked at the older male with her brown eyes. It was Maggie, the family's two year old yellow lab. She gave her own version of a smile with her mouth open wide and tongue hanging off to one side as the teen opened the door to let her out. She didn't hesitate once and jumped out of the car and ran off to do her business having been stuck in the car for the last few hours.
Within an hour and a half the U-Haul truck had left and the family's furniture had been unloaded. The older woman was still arranging some things in the kitchen while her son was busy working on his upstairs room. Once she was done she stepped back to admire her work. Satisfied, she headed off to find her daughter.
Amber was in her room already making a mess. The little girl seemed to have no idea of neatness but then again who'd expect it from a three year old? Off to the side sat Maggie who watched her with interest. Amber picked up a small rubber bone then turned around to look at the dog. "Catch Maggie!" she yelled to the dog. Instead of throwing the bone, it levitated in the air and over the lab's head. Maggie ran out the door after it and returned a couple of seconds later. Amber squealed in delight at her dog and praised her as such with a small doggie treat. She was about to throw the bone again when her mother walked in.
"Oh Amber…" Lynn Rydel trailed off as she looked over the destructiveness of the three year old. Books and toys were strewn all over the room. The sheets for the bed were just laying there. There were some other things that had been pulled out and not put back up such as clothing. Lynn let out a small sigh. "Alright Amber, time to clean up this mess."
The little girl pouted. "But mommy, I wanna play with Maggie."
Lynn looked at her daughter sternly. "Amber, I want you to put up your things, now."
The comment seemed to work. Amber pouted a little but did as she was told. Lifting up her hands she watched as the scattered toys flew back into the toy box. The books went onto a small bookshelf in the corner. As for her clothes, they hovered into the air and went back into the closet. [Don't worry about the bed, I'll do it.] Lynn told her daughter telepathically. Instead of using her telekinesis though she did it the old fashioned way.
As she worked to straighten out the blankets a gust of flew in the into the room. 'Michael.' she thought with a small smile on her lips. Turning around, she looked at her son. "Can I help you son?"
Michael Rydel looked at his mother. In his hands were a few Barbie dolls that somehow had gotten packed in with his things. "Um no, I just wanted to give these to Amber." He handed the little girl her toys as she beamed a huge smile to him. Michael only half smiled back to her. Maggie seemed to notice the mood in the room and quickly grabbed her bone. She trotted over to Michael and looked up at him. Michael looked down to her and growled. The thing was though that the growl sounded very feral and in no way human at all. The dog quickly cowered away in fear and head out of the room.
"I'm going out. Be back in an hour." Michael told his mother before disappearing in a blur, literally, out of the room. Lynn sighed again. She didn't like distant she and her son had gotten in the last few years. She blamed herself though and not Michael. It was her work at BioTech that had kept her away from her son for so long. It was in some ways tearing her family apart. She looked down at her daughter before heading out of the room. [I'm going to make dinner soon.]
[Ok.] the girl replied telepathically as her mother left the room.
The Rydels looked like any other family on the outside. There was Lynn, a geneticist that worked in a genetic research lab and lived with her teenage son and younger daughter. They seemed to be a portrayal of a completely normal family.
Except they weren't.
Lynn and Amber were both telepath's. They could read each other's thoughts and communicate to one another over great distances. They both shared telekinesis as well. That was about as far as the similarities in their abilities. Lynn possessed an incredible healing ability that she could use on herself or on others.
The of course was Michael. His abilities were completely different. He didn't have any kind of mental abilities but instead was resilient to telepathy. His abilities were more of a physical nature. For one thing he was extremely fast and could bench press the family car if he wanted. His senses: sight, sound, taste, touch, and hearing were also extremely heightened. Also his skin was impenetrable and he was completely oblivious to sickness. He also had an incredible regenerative ability but it only worked on him.
Then of course were the stranger parts. He had claws and fangs which he could deploy and retract at any time. His eyes could change colors, becoming a bright red whenever he wanted and glowed. Then there was his tongue. It could shoot out like a frog's if he wanted it too and fork off like a snake's. It was an odd ability but handy when he needed to grab small objects over great distances, like when the TV remote was on the other side of the room. He couldn't cry though. Michael's tear ducts had been sealed permanently and he was incapable of reproduction. This didn't seem to bother Michael as he never brought it up.
The family was lucky thought that they had one another. They were different and had to live their lives secretly for fear of being exposed to the world. Lynn had to remind Michael several times when he was younger to be careful and not harm others. It was hard for them at times but they so far had made it.
It had been extremely hard for Michael. He'd never made friends as a child and was an outcast because of his abilities. Lynn had called them gifts while Michael called them curses. As he got older he became more distant from his mother. Fighting was somewhat common place. His powers seemed to affect him more than his mother realized. Michael longed for one day when he could have friends. He hoped for a day when there wouldn't be any fighting between himself and his mother. The move from Atlanta to Smallville would hopefully provide that.
Hopefully, anyways.