Scarecrow
Part of the Omniverse Project
by Benji: The Vampire Confuser
Based on Smallville. I don't own any of these characters.
It was tradition they said. It was a game.
Bastards.
A tradition of humiliation. A game of pain.
For too long they had gotten away with it. If someone had done something from the start, this "tradition" would never have gotten off the ground. Several generations of victims would never have been created.
They'd laughed.
The sons of bitches had laughed!
Take a freshman and strip him, leave him strung up in a cornfield like a scarecrow. It was assault. It was kidnapping.
And no one had ever done anything about it.
It was rape. Not physical, but real.
Taken from school, a place that was supposed to be safe, and...and...
An explosion.
What was the explosion? He hadn't been lucid enough at the time to notice the whine in the air as the meteors hurtled towards the earth. Had barely noticed the little boy who had found him. But he'd been acutely aware of the explosion.
Shit! he'd thought. I'm gonna die! And it's ALL THEIR FAULT!
Suddenly it was murder as well.
Then nothing.
Nothing but darkness.
Nothing but pain.
Nothing but rage.
How dare they?
How DARE they treat another human being like this?
He had to wake up. Even if he was weak, he had to wake up and do something.
Anything. How many more would suffer, and be too weak to fight back? To retaliate?
He had to wake up. To show them, to show the world that this "tradition" would not be tolerated anymore.
But what could he do? Even if he could wake?
Which he could not. He was too weak to fight free of the darkness.
Until...
It came in a rush, sweeping him from helpless sleep to waking.
Power. Power that flowed through him even as it crashed in the sky. He knew instinctively what had happened. The explosion had prepared him. Prepared him for this. It was his trial. Now he could do something.
Now he could make them pay.
No one would ever be a Scarecrow again.
Not when he showed them that some games, have consequences.
The End