Smallville
The Evil Legend
Chapter Six – A Mutant?
Notes: I had some one ask me if he had taken off the ring. Clark hasn't taken the ring off since he left. I have to where if he's tired Clark inside Kal'El comes out, but after he shrugs him back into his mind he's back to Kal'El. And Bobby will be in the story it will be probably a few chapters before he meets all of the X-Men. But keep reading. Thanks for the reviews.
And this takes place after the second movie. Not the cartoon.
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Lionel drummed his fingers on his desk. He watched as Helen fidgeted in her seat. She was obviously uncomfortable with the awkward silence between them.
"Mrs. Bryce I was assured by you that Lex would be disposed of promptly. Now I am told that there's chance that he may have survived the plane crash. Would you care to explain what went wrong?" Lionel asked her growing visibly frustrated.
"Mr. Luthor I assure I've done everything in my power to make sure that Lex had no chance of survival. I honestly don't know what went wrong, and please I am your daughter in-law now you can call me Helen." Helen explained.
"Mrs. Bryce you may have the impression that since you happened to marry my son that it makes you an official Luthor, but it does not and I will not address you as if you were. Now on to more important business. I had the vial of Clark Kent's blood analyzed and as you well know something interesting showed up on the results. It appears that young Mr. Kent has two extra chromosomes in his genetic make-up. My scientists cannot tell me why and Ms. Sullivan is currently trying to find the answers for me, but since I can't trust you to even complete the simplest task like eliminating my son I will have to let you go from my employ and make sure that you will never be able to obtain a job within a fifty mile radius of Smallville. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go and see if there is any news on my son's current state of mortality." Lionel said leaving Helen stunned and speechless.
"Mr. Luthor please just give me one more chance. I promise I won't screw up this time." Helen begged not wanting to lose her job and the great pay that went a long with it.
"Mrs. Bryce I do not give second chances and I don't intend to start now. Good day and goodbye." Lionel said before leaving the room. Helen couldn't believe what was happening. She was so sure that Lex wouldn't survive that plane crash. She'd make sure that Lex and Lionel got exactly what they deserve; right now though she had to pack her bags and leave to surprise her husband at the airport, if he was truly alive.
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Chloe turned up the radio as Jessica Simpson's: I Wanna Love You Forever played over her speakers. She couldn't figure out what Lionel wanted with Clark but she had a good idea that her answers lay in New York with Dr. Virgil Swann. She couldn't help thinking that whatever Clark was hiding had to be big if Lionel Luthor was interested in him. She just wanted to know why Clark had never told her before. It wasn't like she couldn't tell that there was definitely something different about him. Again it was one of those things that they had agreed to be upfront and honest about, but he just couldn't be honest about it. Getting angry again she gave the car more gas and sped down the highway. She had just pulled onto the deceleration lane when she saw a cop following behind her in her rearview mirror. 'Not another speeding ticket now', Chloe thought as she pulled off to the side of the road once she reached the city. The officer stepped out of his car and walked over to her little red beetle convertible.
"Miss Can I see your license and registration please?" the officer asked her as she rummaged through the glove compartment of her car.
"Here you go." Chloe said as she handed the officer the materials he asked for. She waited as the cop wrote her the ticket and left. How was she going to explain to her father that she got another ticket for speeding while in Metropolis? He didn't even know that she was working for Lionel in the first place. She stuffed the ticket in her purse and then headed for the airport to get her airline tickets before checking into a hotel for the night. She had until Saturday to get all her information and interview lined up with Dr. Swann. The only question she had now was how she was going to get a hold of him.
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Swann sat across the room at the table as they ate breakfast. He slowly watched Clark at the other end of the table. Watching him eat was different. He never met anyone who could just pick at his meal; "Everything alright Kal'El;" Swann asked him. Clark either didn't hear him, or ignored him, as he realized Swann was watching him and turned his head to the window.
"I'm fine." Clark lied. Swann knew by that tone he wasn't okay. He was different from the last time he saw him, and he still couldn't figure it out. Looking at him move slowly in his seat Swann smiled; "So, Clark; what are you planning on doing today before the meeting?" Swann asked him. Clark's eye glew red again, angry hearing his name being called; "Don't call me that!" Clark snapped at him. Swann tilted his head and went back to his breakfast; he still wondered how his parents put up with him. Picturing all the weird things they'd encounter would have been a little scary.
"Sorry, Kal'El;" Swann stated right away seeing the boy's anger.
"The meeting will be at noon today. Will you be ready?" Swann asked him.
"Sure." Clark told him.
"I have some things to do before then, so if you'd like I have a limo outside ready to take you any where around to town to buy you new clothes. I see you didn't bring anything with you." Swann pointed out. Clark looked up at him; "No I didn't bring anything. I left kind of in a hurry." Clark answered him still disturbed.
"Very well, just be sure you'll be back around eleven thirty." Swann reminded him as he watched Clark get up from his seat and head for the door; "You know since I got here you've asked a lot of questions, and it's really starting to irritate me. If I end up seeing something has changed about our friendship then I'll leave." Clark told him.
"How do your parents put up with you like this?" Swann asked. He just realized he did the wrong thing seeing Clark's face grimace angrily again at the question and slammed the door behind him; "We've got a lot of work to do." Swann said watching Clark walk down the hallway. He just hoped the meeting would go a lot better than their small interludes.
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Erik Lensherr's tall body walked elevated and head strong as he entered New York's Planetarium. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to Dr. Swann, but for some odd reason he actually got a hold of him and flushed him out of a busy work schedule. His plans needed more time to think through, and seeing Charles was something he really didn't want to catch sight of. It had only been a few months since their encounter and he knew Charles was still incensed about that. Erik always thought it was entertaining on why Swann seemed to bring them together after they've come so close to destroying the city. He had tried to ask him what the meeting was really about, since he didn't own a school like the professor did. He didn't have time for teaching students, and wasn't about to start. Erik had met Swann a few months before Charles did, they where at a senate meeting for the world conference in Washington DC.
At first Erik wasn't really interested at the time on the subject of sciences, but over the last few months he had been looking into it with Mystique. The young lady was well endowed with her learning skills. Even after all they had been through he was surprised the young lady stayed with him. Maybe it was the way he worked? He still wasn't sure. Taking a minute to calm down he placed his hand through his white silver hair. Part of his forehead was starting to go bald but for his age he held it very well. His blue eyes searched the room for Swann, but only saw the busy kids with their families rush by him. Hearing the elevator door bell ring he saw Swann roll into the main room by the front desk.
Swann smiled actually pleased the old man showed up this time. He had been trying the last few months to get a hold of him, but his lines were always busy, and Charles said he couldn't get through to him either way when they had spoken over the phone. Swann new he'd be in for it once Charles stepped into his office. The last time Charles and Swann discussed Erik he always felt bad and didn't want to take sides, but he knew Charles had a good heart, and Erik had a heart that was still confused about the world. He knew one of his main goals was to bring down the mutant act. Since the last attack President McKenna wanted to start a new goal, so all of them would live in peace. Erik didn't see it that way, and neither did his followers.
"Hello Erik." Swann said quietly.
"Hello." Erik said in a dry voice. Erik had one of those voices that could hold your breath and wonder what the old man was thinking. It sometimes sounded as though he'd be a very happy person; but the evil life he so called left him with an empty heart. Swann hoped he'd be able to break it, and so did Charles, but after the last meeting Swann slowly gave up and new the old man would try anything to get humanity to see his point a view.
"They are waiting." Swann said to him.
"Charles is already here?" Erik asked him.
"Yes. He came early. Scott had to run out in a hurry so he dropped him off a half an hour ago. We've been waiting for you." Swann told him. Erik nodded and followed Swann back into the elevator. It was a silent ride up to the second floor where his office was. Swann just hoped Clark was in a different outfit than before. He had been gone out for most of the morning shopping with his credit card. As the elevator stopped suddenly they slowly made their way to the office down the long corridor.
As they entered, Charles turned his head slowly as he looked at Erik. His blue eyes searched his friends mind for what he always hoped to find. Erik smiled and sat himself down in the center of the long table. Clark sat on the other side watching the three men silently take their sets. He looked over at Erik, and felt his body drawn to him. Squirming in his seat he looked back over at Charles as the old man eyes searched him as if he was trying to unlock something deep within him. Clark waited for Swann to start the damn meeting. He wanted this over with, and didn't mind if they fought over him.
"Kal'El this is Erik Lensherr he has helped Charles build the school for the gifted. Charles has already agreed to take you in and allow you to find your place in life if you do not care to go home." Swann explained.
"What kind of school?" Clark asked him now wondering why he said gifted.
"For mutants that are scared, or don't know where to turn. I've allowed my school to have them and stay to learn how to control their powers." Charles explained.
"It's a school for leaning how to hide." Erik said loudly. Clark looked at Erik and saw him looking back at him with a grin. He didn't like the look he was giving him. As if he had found something inside a cookie jar that he wasn't supposed to and it made Clark even more uncomfortable. Seeing the old man grin at him, Erik smiled; and saw Swann moved forward in his chair as he watched the display of power cover the room. Swann's metal chairs rose from the floor above the room. Clark held on as he felt his chair rock back and fourth. He hated being up high, and felt himself getting dizzy but didn't show it. He watched Erik turn his hand as the arms of the chair he was in fold over his forearms and wrists.
"What's your real name Clark?" Erik asked.
"Kal'El." Clark answered, as he struggled with the chair, feeling the metal turn harder on his arms. Erik watched the young teen twist in his chair.
"What is your goal?" Charles asked Clark. Charles saw the bald man face plead with Erik to let him go. What Charles didn't know is that Clark was staling.
"Well;" Erik snapped at the boy. Clark struggled feeling the arms of the metal chair creaking slowly over his arms. He knew it wouldn't be long before the arms of the chair would break.
"To rule the world;" Clark answered; now hearing the arms of the chair finally give way. He saw their reaction as the chair broke into pieces, flying across the room. Clark landed on the ground, his body in a half squat position.
Erik grimaced angrily seeing that his power did hardly anything to the boy, but saw another idea form in his head; "Ruling the world will be hard to do, unless you've got a plan." Erik said to him. He saw his plan of ruling the world fall into place, but to do that he would need Clark, and could tell by how the meeting was already going. Clark liked him, and slowly allowed the rest of the chairs and tables land on the ground. He looked over at Clark; "I can help you with your goal." Erik assured him brightly. Clark was surprised he didn't hear an undertone or an awkward since of entrust. He saw the kid smile across the room and knew there was more to him than braking one single chair held under his control.
"What's a matter Charles?" Swann asked, seeing the man's face consternating hard on something. Charles broke his train of thought and looked at the group.
"Ruling the world is a big responsibility." Charles said to Clark. Swann could tell Charles was still confused on something but didn't know what it was, or wasn't telling him.
"I'm planning on taking it all by myself." Clark answered him. Charles sighed wondering what to do with this kid. He could tell right from the start he was head strong just like Magneto, and even though he wanted to achieved it on his own, he knew fully well Erik would take over as soon as Clark was out of the picture.
"If you want to take the world on boy, I have a few people you'd enjoy meeting." Erik said to him seeing Clark looking back at the men as he decided what to. He was still thinking of just leaving all three by themselves. He sighed heavily and started to walk to the door where Erik was.
"Erik;" Charles began.
"I'd stay in your own frame of mind for a change Charles. This boy has said he wants to take on the world." Erik said to him. Charles sighed heavily once more looking at Swann for help; but the man didn't say anything. He knew it wasn't his fight over Clark. Clark had already decided on staying with him in the first place, and would have stayed longer if he wasn't so busy.
"I'd let the boy choose." Charles put in, as he tried to read his friends mind. The old man turned around and lifted his hand to his temples, feeling the other man tap into his mind again. Clark turned to face Charles and saw what was going on between the two men. Charles was doing something to him; "What's going on?" Clark demanded.
"Charles! What are you trying to find?" Erik asked always asked him.
"Hope." Charles answered an saw the looked on Clark's face. Clark turned to look Charles and knew right after Erik had asked that question, he could read minds. Anger rippled through Clark's body. He could have saved Ryan. Clark wished he had known the man before this, and Ryan would have lived if just displayed the same kind of powers. He watched the two leave the room as the door slammed behind them.
Charles turned to Swann and saw the younger man shake his head; "You're not telling me something." Charles started to saw to Swann now worried for the boy's sake. Swann moved nervously in his chair keeping quiet.
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Erik moved through the building back down to the main floor with Clark. He knew the boy wouldn't run, and he knew he was too special to do such a thing in front of him. He slowly turned to face Clark, as they waited for the elevator to bring them downstairs. He watched Clark leave his eye contact and look around the elevator as it stopped on the main floor. As they were about to leave the elevator Erik moved in front of him; "Your not going to run, now that you've decided to stay are you?" Erik asked him. Clark was surprised the man hit his inner thought right on target with out trying to read his mind. He grinned; "Not unless you're going to time me." Clark answered. Erik smirked and wondered what he meant by that. Slowly they left the elevator making their way to the door.
"Your going to need my help Kal'El, and even though you think you can take the world on, on your own; your wrong." Erik told him. Clark's face darkens hearing that, but knew the man was right. Even though he liked working on his own; "Charles and Swann are better friends than I am in that group. He doesn't see the world as I do." Erik started to explain.
"What do you mean?" Clark asked him.
"He thinks he can help those who have power beyond himself, and right when I walked into the room I could tell you were a man who worked alone." Erik said to him.
"Tell me, did Charles read your mind?" Erik asked him. Clark shrugged surprised at the question; "No." Clark answered.
"Then that means you're not one of us." Erik paused; "I won't expose you Kal'El, if your going to work with me and trust what my friends and I believe in." He told him.
"I could use someone like you. I know you're smarter than you look, and you know deep down inside no one can stop you." Erik told him pointing out the obvious. He already knew the boy would help him; he just wanted to be sure. Clark nodded as they saw the car outside waiting for them. Clark knew he'd be able to fulfill his dream his father had told him to do; it would just be a matter of time. He grinned looking back at the building as he got into the car watching and hearing Swann and Charles talking over what just happened.
Authors Notes: Okay; I went in and changed a lot of this chapter. So if you haven't read it all the way through and are cheating just by reading chapter eight, then you have a lot of work to get caught up on. Since some people were telling me that Clark doesn't have steal in his body, so I rewrote half of this chapter to make it work even better. So I hope you enjoy the new change. It wasn't much of a change but it will still work in what I'm planning to do. Thanks to my friend Kara for editing and checking my grammar.
