Smallville

The Evil Legend

Note: I know I had someone ask me to place a Clana moment in, but that won't happen for a while. I'm not sending Clark home really soon. So please stay with the story and find out all my hidden secrets I'm ready to place in here along with my friends help. Thanks for the reviews. I hope to get more soon.

Chapter Four: Powerful Destruction

                Clark looked over the bike seeing oil leak out of the bottom and using his nose he could tell it was over heated along with no gas. His father wasn't going to be too happy about the bike being left in Michigan, but he didn't care. Seeing a family leave the library he approached the building and walked in. He just hoped there'd be a computer around with the internet so he could email Swann. Turning his head back to the accident he smiled watching the four young teen boys arguing over who got the ticket. He could hear every word spoken from where he stood, but resided into the building for some place quite.

                Tim yelled at Jack for being the idiot he was. This had been the third time for him to be in trouble with the cops. The officer looked at the group and shook his head this happened a lot on Thursdays and Fridays. The officer made his way over to them with a pencil and paper in hand ready to write up the ticket. He saw the biker parked over at the library parking lot and would deal with him later.

                                "Can I see some ID please?" The officer asked them. Tim's eyes grew wide waiting for Jack to get out his ID and papers. All he could think of was pay back to the kid on the bike.

                                "I'm Officer Brad Talon. Please state the problem and we will work something out."  Brad told them.

                The other two boys that were in the back seat sat on the ground on the side of the road watching the tow truck arrive, along with the firemen. Hearing the sirens just five minutes from where they were they watched them pull to a stop in the middle of the intersection. The other two cop cars directed traffic as best they could so they wouldn't run over any of the car parts from the accident. The people in the cars sat and waited impatiently.

                Jack slowly pulled out his ID card, and papers. Tim was glad to see he was actually doing this. One time he had ran from the cops right before the cop came to the side of their car. His parents had called him earlier that night and asked for him, and they had spent the next morning at the police station. Tim really didn't want it to happen again, but still was upset along with his other friends John and Ryan who sat on the side of the road.

                Brad read all the papers and ID card. Jack hated waiting for them to look at his bad records. He knew this would be a bad ticket, and one that would coast him a pretty penny. Looking at Jack, Brad could see even with out reading any of his records he had done many things in the past to piss the officers off. As the screen came up he watched is background unfold in colors. Brad's eyes went wide seeing how many points this kid had on his license.

                                "Mr. Philips, could you come here please." Brad called over to Jack as he walked slowly over to the car. Hearing the train's whistle in the background of the town he saw it coming in their direction. It was about two in the afternoon and he was holding up a major line of traffic.

                The library was quite large and that surprised Clark as he made his way through the room. The front desk was busy with families checking out books. Some slow music played over the P.A. system. One of the young ladies that worked there saw him looking around at the paintings and CD's that where right in the front of the room; "May I help you?" She asked him. Clark looked up and took off his glasses. The young lady stopped feeling her heart beat faster. She had never seen anyone with eyes like that. They where a hazel color, but the green in them shinned through from the colors that were in the room, his features where so perfect it reminded her of a handsome prince from a romance novel or fairy tale.

                                "Do you have any computers that have the internet?" Clark asked her. The lady smiled; "Of course. Come this way." She said feeling her face turn red. She had only started a few days ago at the library as a part-time job, and she hadn't seen any guys come in that looked like a model. Clark followed her through some aisles of books into another room. Another desk sat in the middle of the room with two computers. The lady moved past them and over to an internet terminal.

                                "Do you have a membership?" The lady asked him.

                                "No." Clark answered. The lady could tell he was from out of town by the way he dressed; "I'll let you use mine." The lady offered and placed in her account number and started the internet login. Clark watched her leave him as he sat down, he was glad she didn't ask for his name. Clicking on the search engine he went for Smallville High's homepage. After waiting for a few minutes the bright colors of their school's logo appeared on the screen. Seeing the section for student's emails he clicked on it and started to read his mail. Pete had emailed him two days ago, and Lana had as well hoping she'd talk some sense into him and he'd return home. Not bothering with answering either of them he went to the button that said write.

                As he wrote his small email to Swann, making sure he knew he would be staying with him. He waited allowing the computer time to take in the message. Seeing the screen blink at him he clicked on his new mail. Swann always emailed as soon as possible if it was from him. He had emailed him in the past and sometimes even called him with his parent's home. Swann had left his address again on the email along with his number; 'I'll be waiting at the front door of the building when you arrive.' Swann's email said. Clark could tell Swann was excited to see he was coming, and would take him in no questions asked. Hitting the print button he closed off the server and headed back up to the front desk.

                An older lady watched the young man approach him and smiled brightly; "Hello." She said. Clark leaned on the counter and grinned hearing the printer print out his information he needed; "I'm picking up something I printed out at the computer." Clark told her. The lady went over to the printers and read the first two read outs, and then saw the one he wanted.

                                "You know Dr. Virgil Swann?" She asked him surprised. Clark didn't answer as she handed him the paper. He smiled and with that turned and left. The lady watched him go still puzzled that someone like him at that age would know a famous doctor like that.

                Tim looked at Clark's bike and licked his dry lips. The kid had already been in the library for an hour leaving his motorcycle out in the open. Jack had the same idea he did as they slowly walked up to it. Tim's nose sniffed the oil dripping on the pavement. He smiled over at Jack and watched him take out his cigarette lighter. Hearing the door of the library open he saw him walking out.

                                "So you thought you could win at cheating?" Tim yelled over at Clark. Clark's eyes glew red again in anger as he watched the taller one of the boy's drop his lighter onto the ground. The boys ran avoiding the flames that burst from the motorcycle. Clark's heart raced in rage as he ran into Clark time stopping the boys in their tracks. 

                                "That was a bad idea." Clark said with a smirk. Jack laughed wondering what this tall kid could do other than punch him in the stomach and run off. Clark grabbed Jack by the throat and threw him about a few feet into the flower beds near the front of the library. Tim came from behind Clark and punched him from behind. Yelling in pain Clark turned and smiled seeing Tim wouldn't get any where if he continued to hit him. Clark grabbed him and threw him on to the garbage dumpster near some trees. The other two boys ran at him at the same time. Watching everything move in slow motion, Clark took both of them by the arms and used all the power he had at that moment and tossed them against some trees on the other side of the parking lot. Some people in the grave yard near by watched in horror as they saw how strong this young man was. They ran off seeing what happened to the other four teens lying on the ground.

                Jack slowly climbed out of the garbage dumpster and watched as Clark ran faster than he could blink down the street. His back ached with pain and he stood up holding himself. This was not his day, and that kid was some kind of mutant out in the open doing damage no one could stop. He had to call someone. Picking up the cell phone he had he called Officer Brad Talon. He had only been talking with the guy for a half an hour and heard his side of the phone ring. Tim was now helping Jack pull strands of cold spaghetti from his hair and looked over at the grave yard to make sure the other two where okay.

                Within about five minutes Jack had explained to Brad that they where dealing with something more than human, and Brad could tell Jack was scared, but he could tell from his tone of voice he wasn't telling him everything; "What happened Jack?" Brad asked him.

                                "That kid that we raced us earlier causing our car to go into flames beat us up. All we were trying to do was talk to him. He went nuts, and can move fast. I mean really fast." Jack said panic.

                                "Okay calm down. I'll get some cops out as soon as I can. I'm busy right now at another accident just across town." Brad told him.

                                "Alright;" Jack answered.

                                "Do you know where he was heading?" Brad asked.

                                "Meijers I think." Jack answered.

                                "Thanks. I'll come as soon as I can. You better stay away from him if he's as bad as you've already told me." Brad ordered.

                                "You can count on that." Jack assured him and hung up. Tim looked at Jack; "So what's up?" Tim asked.

                                "Brad's going to send some cops out after this kid. I've never seen any one move the way he does. I'm thinking he's some kind of powerful mutant that we don't have ID on." Jack told him. Tim's eyes widened scared now for what they did. What if he came back to kill them? He had no idea, and hoped that the kid was far away from them as possible.

                The Meijers parking lot was full of cars and people, as Clark stopped suddenly seeing some bikers pull into the lot of the store. The red and yellow building was busy for a Thursday evening. Feeling his stomach rumble for food he sped across the lot to the double doors. A group of teenage girls leaned against the building smoking as they talked. Watching the handsome young man approach them; they all stopped and smiled. Clark didn't mind them noticing, he actually kind of liked it and already missed the attention. He passed them and entered the building; he stopped short of himself seeing how busy it was. He remembered Wal-Mart's in his area were pretty slow since business in Smallville always was, but this place was hopping in the mid-sized town of Portage Michigan.

                The greeter said good evening to him as he handed him a cart, Clark shook his head disagreeing with him as the greeter handed it to the next customer. There were about twenty four lanes and each one seemed to be opened. Looking up he saw a sign saying try our free food, again he felt hungry, and didn't really want to take free food if he didn't have to. He made his way to the back of the store watching each family or happy couples fill their carts with food. The clock on the wall read five thirty, it had been a while since he emailed Swann. He kept on telling himself he should get moving and forget about the bike.

                A jewelry counter sat on his right and he watched the young girl behind it work on some watches that were broken or needed a battery. Using his X-Ray vision he could already tell the one to her left that she was trying so hard to fix wouldn't work. Her short brown hair fell straight up against the back of her neck. The young girl looked like she was sixteen years old. At first she didn't notice him until she saw his elbow touch the glass counter; "Hello?" She said. Her brown eyes searched his and watched them turn blue then back to green.

                                "That one is broken. It won't run anymore." He told her. The girl leaned over to him almost feeling his breath over the counter.

                                "Really;" She asked.

                                "Yes;"

                She laughed and picked up the watch handing it to him. Clark didn't know a lot about jewelry but his mom always tried to fix them if she could with out Jonathan.

                Just outside the building police started to pull into the parking lot and got out of their cars; "Now be on the look out!" One of the officers said loudly. 

                                "What about Brad?" Another asked.

                                "He's going to meet us as soon as he can." He replied. Three more cop cars rolled in and parked next to the other three already there. They waited for further notice before entering the building.

                Clark was enjoying this flirt talk as the girl started asking for more help. He turned sharply hearing another female voice behind him. She was taller than the other one with blond short hair down to her shoulders. She carried two trays of food and looked at her friend; "Lunch time." She said and smiled.

                                "Who's your friend?" She asked her.

                                "Oh him, umm, we just met." She explained.

                                "Do you want to join us for lunch?" The blond one asked him. Clark shrugged his shoulders a little, he really didn't have time but the smell of the food entrapped his nose and he answered; "Sure."  As he smiled.

                                "What's your name?" She asked.

                                "Kal'El." He told her; "Yours?" He asked      

                                "Mine's Ash Hunter Sherer, and that's my sister Parish Lynne Sherer." She introduced them as Parish shut down her check out and took her food.

                The meal was nice for a change of long silent nights on the high way. He was surprised they weren't afraid of him as the others were from before. He still felt something was wrong inside but brushed it back enjoying the moment's conversation. Both girls talked non stop asking him questions on where he came from, what he did, and why he was here in nowheresville. He explained as little as he had to and they shared some of their meals with him. Clark scarffed it down so fast the two girls thought this farm boy went with out food. As the meal started to quite down Clark's ears started to pick up every sound in the room as though it were right next to him. The whole store seemed a lot more alive than the highway.

                                "Well it was nice meeting you Kal'El." Parish said to him.

                                "You to; say when do you girls get out of work?" Clark asked. The two stood there shocked at his question. Was he asking both of them out?

                                "I get out at nine and she gets out at ten." Ash answered. Clark looked at his watch that was in three hours.

                                "I was thinking about crashing here tonight before I head off in the morning." Clark told them. Ash looked at Parish and raised and eyebrow; "Well if your still here when we get off you can stay with us for the night." Parish said before her sister could answer him. Clark smiled; "Thanks."

                                "Parish, we don't know about this guy." She whispered over to her on their way back.

                                "He's just a farm boy from Kansas." Parish argued with her.

                                "That doesn't mean anything. He could be a run away, or murderer, or worse a mutant. We have no idea. A half an hour conversation with him doesn't mean we've known him our whole lives." Ash said to her. She didn't mind having the young farm boy at her place either, but there was a reason he was here. She could feel that something bad happened back at home, that's why most of his questions where short and to the point. The two girls went their own ways allowing the talk to end on what they were going to do. Clark had heard the whole thing and knew the taller one wasn't as helpful as the shorter one. Either way he thought both of them were hot.

                The cops outside had already alerted the team members inside the building. They agreed to try and keep it normal as possible and weren't really sure on how to handle a mutant from what the cops were saying. The cops still weren't sure if he was a mutant. They just knew he was different and dangerous. Seeing Brad's cop car pull up into the area, he smiled seeing this was going to be easy. Or at least he hoped it was going to be. They all looked at the store and prayed nobody would get hurt.

                A few other workers had entered the food court area and ate their late lunches; Clark had rested his eyes trying to drowned all the noise around him out. He still wondered how normal people only had limited hearing. He laughed inside himself listening to every word that slipped out of their mouths; every smell of food, or odor that hit his nose. Then he smelled something that had just entered the store. Metal from a gun barrel, along with a hint of left over donuts they probably ate for lunch. He heard the sounds of the gun click as they slid bullets into each hole. Some of the workers that sat near him turned their heads to watch him. Clark had an uneasy feeling they were watching him to report back to the front desk. Getting up slowly he walked as normal as he could to not direct attention from families in the store.

                Ash looked up seeing the cops flood into the store as though they where under attack. Noticing no one in her lane she closed off her light and headed back to the food court area. She had a feeling they were after Kal'El. As she made her way she saw him already moving to her side of the store. Her heart leapt nervously as he came closer. His eyes then locked with her's and she saw the red glow around his eyes. Now she knew there was something different about him. His eyes didn't do that earlier while they ate. Ash now tried to get away from him, but he hurried closer to her side. Turning her head she saw Parish coming her direction with a cop right behind her. Clark now knew they were already in the store blocking a way out. Seeing Ash right in front of him he went into Clark time and grabbed her. Ash's scream filled the store as people stopped what they were doing and watched everything slow down. Brad told the others to move in as all the workers stood where they were too scared to know if this person had a weapon. What they didn't know was that he was a weapon all by himself.

                Clark stopped just off to the right of the garden center. James one of the late night workers saw Ash being held by the young man; "Get your hands off of her!" He shouted. Clark moved again before James could approach him. Seeing him now in front of the second main doors on the north side Ash struggled to get free. Four cops now surrounded him and more cars pulled up to that side of the store. Clark smirked and threw Ash into a chair near the photo department. He knew now staying at their house was a bad idea. Feeling his eyes heat up he hit each gun they held in his direction and watched them fall to the ground. The cops watched him look up at a fire alarm and he used his heat vision on it setting it into flames.

                                "Call the fire department!" Brad shouted. A team member was already on it as she grabbed her phone from her side she dialed the number. Watching the young man leave the building the cops outside scattered out to try and keep him in the area.

                                "You're dealing with the wrong person!" Clark shouted. Seeing the seven cars around him he went into Clark time once more sending each car across the parking lot. As he approached the last one, the cop sat so still she couldn't move in her seat as the young man hosted it up into the air and threw it on top of the gas station's roof. The roof collapsed and fell on top of  the pumps below sending it into flames. Hearing more cops coming down the road he used his heat vision again and hit the lights that allowed the traffic to go when needed. He smiled watching them fall to the ground blocking their way. Before Brad and his team made it outside seeing the young man over by the gas station, the flames hit his body but nothing seemed to be happening to him. Brad couldn't believe what was happening. Jack had been right, maybe this human was a mutant, and needed to be stopped. Looking up at him he saw him turn to look back at the store still on fire. Brad watched in amazement as the young man vanished before he could blink.

~ End of Chapter Four

Authors Notes: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please send me reviews. I'll be adding chapter five soon. Don't worry the X-Men will be in it, only probably not what you had in mind for Clark. J