Smallville

The Evil Legend

Book One: Fallen Immortal

Chapter Nine – Hearing Things

            The long afternoons alone had left Lana crying even in the day. She had no idea she had spent most of her spare time at the Talon just to stay out of the Sullivan house. Gabe was starting to bug her to come home, and just relax, but that was last thing on her mind. Most of her friends had seemed to disappear in the last month; besides Pete. Even though she still thought he was just hanging around to calm her, it wasn't. She still missed Clark, and worried about Lex after hearing on the news that they had found their plain, but no one was in it. The Talon was pretty dead that day, so she had sent most of her employee's home seeing they didn't need to be there. What she wouldn't give to have Clark come running into her arms right now. Tears started to fall from her face again, and she whipped her eyes hearing the door swing open for more business. Her eyes widened in surprise to see Henry Small walk in. His face had fallen and his expression was unread, but she knew deep down inside the weekend with Jennifer, and weeks after that, hadn't gone very well at all. She stayed where she was behind the counter as he came up to her pretending how to smile again.

                        "How's it going?" Henry asked her flatly. Lana swallowed deprecatingly and grabbed some cups that where in the wrong place; "I'm fine." She lied and Henry heard the undertone. He still couldn't really figure out what was making his daughter so sad. He had gone through so much in the last month or so since Jennifer went off with her old college friend that helped them with the divorce.

                        "Lana;" He paused and grabbed her small hand that rested on the side of the glass counter; "I know you've been though a lot. I hate to see you in tears over what has happened between Jennifer and me;" He looked at her and saw her eyes swell up with tiny tears. He tried to hold back his own wondering what was making her cry. Was it him? Was it something else? Or something he'd never truly comprehend? All these popped in his head, and it was bothering him that she wasn't telling him.

                        "Henry I'm fine. You've got to believe me. Clark would." She choked out the words and tried so hard not to allow his name fall out of her mouth again. Feeling the tears fall down her face. Henry watched this display of depression, and knew that Clark had hurt her. He didn't know why, but he would find out.

                        "Look; I know we haven't had a lot of time together. So I was wondering if you'd like to go out to Metropolis for the weekend with me and just try and relax." Henry offered; "I even talked it over with Gabe Sullivan and he thinks it should be a good idea for you to get out and forget what has happened." Henry lowered his head; "He said he's been up nights lately, because he can't sleep and he can hear you crying so hard it's been making him cry." Henry pointed out to her. Lana's head jerked up as she finished placing dishes back under the counter; "He heard me?" Lana asked surprised.

                        "Yes; Chloe's heard you to. From what her dad's said;" Henry filled her in. Lana felt distraught and wasn't sure how she would ever speak to Gabe Sullivan again with out him asking her why she cries.

                        "I've just had a few bad days. It will clear up. I've taken more hours here to take it off my mind." Lana assured him. She knew she was trying to get him off her back, but before she could say another thing she heard another recognizable voice; "Lana, you need a brake. Go with Henry." Pete stated loudly as he walked up to them. Lana smiled grateful he was trying to pull off a "Clark".

                        "Chloe's in New York right now. She just called me." Pete said to her. Lana looked at Pete shocked at this.

                        "Why is she in New York?" Lana asked.

                        "She's on a breaking story." Pete started to stay; "That's all she told me." He added. Lana sighed; maybe she's just trying to avoid me even more after what happened. Lana thought to herself.

                        "Lana, take the weekend off. I'm sure your assent manager can take over for a while." Pete told her.

                        "Fine;" Lana sighed heavily and went to the back of the Talon.

                        "Thanks Pete." Henry thanked him as they shook hands; "No problem. She's been really bad, and I don't want her running to the Kent's house another time to find out more about Clark." Pete told him.

                        "Where is he?" Henry asked now getting the fill in on the whole news report he's missed since his divorce.

                        "He's missing. He left the night Lex went on his honeymoon." Pete told him. Henry eyes widened; "What happened?" He asked now interested in the story.

                        "There's not a lot to tell. There family had a big fight, and Clark took it kind of hard and ran off." Pete told him. Henry lowered his head knowing all too well about that. There where a few times he had run off on Lana and never came back until months later. She would go through moments of anger, sorrow and pain just because there was no one there for her.

                        "I plan on making it up to her. Take care Pete." Henry said to him shaking his hand once more, as he stood.

                        "You to; I'm off to the Kent's this afternoon to help them with the farm. They've been behind, and they are trying to keep their minds off their son." Pete told him. Henry was surprised at that. He knew the Kent's where really strict with their son on some issues and he was disgorged that they weren't looking for him; or even placing him on a milk carton. He watched Pete leave the Talon as Lana came out from the backroom; "I'm ready." She said to him.

                        "This will be fun. You've just to forget everything." Henry told her honestly. Lana new he was right, and she would. Seeing there was only one other man around besides Henry that talked to her caringly.

~*~

            Chloe entered the Planetarium late that evening. It was past seven o'clock and she knew Dr. Swann probably would reset a time. Walking through the round main entrance she looked around seeing small groups and families looking at the activities that where in the room. Her heart still longed to know why Clark was here, or if he wasn't here then where did he go, still lingered in her head. Taking a few steps to the front desk a younger lady stood there passing out small cards for kids to use to go to the planetarium show. Taking one of the hand outs it read Dr. Virgil Swann introduces The Night Sky at nine o'clock. Looking at her watch it was eight-fifteen, sighing to herself she followed the group of young kids into the activity room. The hall was long and wide, as different toys or videos laid out for the kids to play with while they waited. At the far end of the long activity room that was labeled: Kids Fun in Space. She smiled at the title and crossed over the two large entrances to the planetarium doom room where the show would start. Two guards stood on either side of the double doors as they took the tickets from the kids and adults. Her hair bounced up and down as she trotted over to the doors excited to at least talk to him before it started. The two guards saw her coming up to them. They where both about in there mid thirties, "Tickets please;" One of them said. Chloe smiled; "Sure." She answered up beat and handed the one next to her the stub.

                        "You may continue;" The other said and smiled.

                        "Thanks." Chloe said as she walked inside.

            The air condition fell around the room as Chloe folded her arms feeling the cold breeze go up her spine. Why did planetariums have to have the air on so high in the doom room? She always asked herself that question. Seeing there wasn't a lot of families flooding in the room yet she moved to the front of the row of seats lining the walls on all sizes. The four entrances circled the room. Getting closer to the center of the room she saw him roll inside. The silver wheel chair moved slowly through a row of seats in the front. She could tell he hadn't noticed her yet as she made her way closer to the front of the room.

            Swann looked around the planetarium and smiled seeing all the young kids. One of the kids sat about two seats away from him with his mother. His dark hair sat on his head along with his deep brown eyes that shinned like the midnight sky. He knew that kid would someday drown a young girl's heart. Hearing someone call his name he looked up. A blond headed girl with a slim figure approached him.

                        "Dr. Swann?" Chloe asked as she came forward. Swann smiled knowing right away after she said his name it was the girl who emailed him.

                        "You're late." Swann pointed out.

                        "I was wondering if we could set another schedule." Chloe asked hoping with all her heart he would. Swann smiled seeing how committed the girl was; "Clark must have a lot of faith in you." Swann said. Chloe lowered her head; 'If only he did.' She said to herself.

                        "He doesn't though does he?" Swann asked her seeing the expression on her face.

                        "No, he spends all his time ignoring me. I'm here to find out why he left." Chloe said getting out her note book and pen. She had to make notes. Or this would be a story left to the dogs if she didn't continue. There was something about Swann though that told her he wasn't going to tell her anything useful.

                        "I have a program in about a half an hour. Would you like to come in tomorrow morning?" Swann offered. Chloe shrugged hoping he'd give her the interview right there. But he was staling big time, just like Clark did. She hated it when men staled; she was glad one person in her life right now wasn't staling.

                        "What's a good time?" Chloe asked him.

                        "How about ten o'clock." Swann answered; "Do you have a place to stay?" He asked her.

                        "Yes; it's all been worked out." Chloe told him truthfully.

                        "Wonderful. It was nice to meet you Miss Sullivan. I'll be excited to resume our meeting over a small snack." Swann said with a smile. Chloe saw the lights start to dim as she said goodbye to Dr. Swann and mad her way out; "If you want to stay for the show your welcome to?" Swann called to her.

            Chloe turned around seeing him now in the center of the room up in the little control room; "That's alright. I'll be here tomorrow morning." Chloe assured him with a smile.

                        "Great." Swann said, as he watched her leave the room. He was just glad the young girl didn't ask where Clark was now. He had just received a call from Charles saying he was at his school, but for what reason he didn't know. He was upset though on the fact they had Clark in one of their large meet lockers in the basement of the school.

~*~

            Magneto sat at his disk in the gloom of his main office that his follow friends called it. The round room sat motionless against the night as he read through the files Mystique had handed to him earlier. Wolverine was a different type of mutant he had ever known. After reading the papers he found out he wasn't actually a mutant to begin with but merrily a human beginning being tested on one of William Stryker's projects. He still had high hopes in starting his own project over again on changing the world. His idea was still shading knowing his own machine had been destroyed a year ago on Elias Island. During the last few times he had spent with Charles he knew the man was trying to find out what his next move would be. This time Magneto wasn't going to fail at his task. The 4th of July was coming up soon and after reading the headline news of the New York Times, Daily Bugle, and others there was going to be a large gathering near the shoe line of New York. Seeing his calendar on the table he read the date: May 15th; which left him a good month to do what he wanted to start over, hearing the door open Mystique's tall tarsal stepped into the office. Her yellow eyes searched the old mans for any sign of grief that their young Clark never returned.

            Pyro followed from behind her as he snared angrily at Magneto for not allowing him to help out the last time; "I've found something that might interest you." Mystique told him, magneto always like that sound flow to his ears. She came forward with readouts on meteor rock effects during the last year or so down in Smallville.

                        "I found Kal'El's story telling intriguing when I was with him, so I went and dug up the information. From what I've read so far, the police know nothing of the actions of these people, only that they went insane for a while or had a bad time with say a cold. Shortly after the meteor shower a lot of these people with disabilities or problems vanished." Mystique paused seeing that Magneto was very interested; "What happened to them?" Magneto asked as he grabbed one of the articles about a girl named Tina Greer who could change form like Mystique; "It's said that some gained powers like mutants and it lasted forever. The only person that ended up finding out about it was Kal'El. He had been at all the crime scenes, or interrupted the student or adult who was interrogating one of his friends." Mystique finished explaining. Magneto read through the small articles about each one and was fascinated by the out come. He should of thought of this the last time.

                        "So your saying, these normal human beings became mutants?" Pyro asked listening to the conversation off to the side. Magneto and Mystique looked at him; "Yes." Magneto answered him. Pyro hated it when the old man left him out, so he spent most of his time letting all the information fall into his hands.

            Magneto was ecstatic and felt his whole body leap knowing his plan to turn every human into a mutant as he had tried to do in the past would work now. He just needed the right building blocks to place it all together. The holiday would be a great time to end all of humanity and put young Kal'El to the his fate with out even realizing it.

                        "Where is Kal'El?" Magneto asked.

                        "They have him." Mystique told him. Magneto grimaced angrily, this whole plan would have to work with him alone.

                        "We will wait. The time we need now is to finish the machine and get it ready before July 4th." Magneto told them. Looking at Pyro he smiled; "Would you be able to keep an eye on Kal'El. Tell me what he's doing, or going?" Magneto asked him. Pyro stood up slowly from his seat; "Sure, that sounds easy enough." Pyro assured him. Mystique laughed a little seeing she knew what powers this young boy posed over than just one.

                        "Just a reminder Pyro. He has more than one ability." Mystique offered him the advice, as they watched him leave the room.

~*~

            Lex sat at Bruce's small kitchen table as they ate lunch that afternoon. Bruce could tell the young man was still warn out from the excitement his father had put him through. He didn't blame him for the anger he would have either, and allowed him to vent it out as Alfred came into the room; "That son of bitch!" Lex yelled loudly startling Alfred almost spilling the hot tomato soup Bruce had ordered him to make. The day had left Lex feeling rotten to the core and didn't want to see anyone, and made sure Bruce didn't call his business. He wanted to make an appearance so big it would kill his father's repetition in a bad way.

                        "I've made sure we can make out a plan to finish him off." Bruce told him going through some files on Lex's dad. Lex knew the man was going through some underground secret work of cloning and others that dealed with the meteor rocks. The other he really hated was the fact the man was rampaging in his own business of the Kent's. Clark was his, it was his destiny to find out what Clark was hiding, and his father was slowly taking that from him as well or already had from this point.

                        "What do we have?" Lex asked Bruce as he wrapped the blanket around him more trying to keep warm. Bruce had him take a warm shower, and change closes before they ate. He knew Lex still had hypothermia from the water, but Alfred even said Lex seemed to be doing quite well.

                        "I don't care about the cloning right now Bruce. I want to know what the hell my father has been doing since I've been gone! What has he taken from my estate!?" Lex yelled at Bruce. Lex thanked his friends a hundred times on their way back from the city after he had found him. He was the only one he could trust right now, and they hadn't even come up with a braking through plan to destroy the bastered he called father.

                        "We are still working on that information." Bruce told him honestly; "So far my spies haven't been able to penetrate into any of his buildings. He's blocked them all off." Bruce told him.

                        "Blocked them off?" Lex asked wondering himself now why his father would lock the doors so soon.

                        "Did you do a back file on the Kent's when I was in the shower?" Lex asked him.

                        "Yes I did, though my people also said they've been fine, though their son is gone." Bruce filled them in. Lex shrugged and sat down startled to hear this; "Gone?" Lex asked.

                        "They've heard that after you left on your honeymoon they got into a fight that unsettled Clark so much he left home unresolved it." Bruce filled him in.

            The thought of Jonathan and Martha not resolving something with their own son was unthinkable. In the past he had always walked in on either an arguments, fight, or conclusions to one of their problems he knew nothing about. This brought a whole other issue onto their plate of information they didn't have, most of his papers and files on the family where back at the mansion, sitting there for his father to brake through the door to steal.

                        "I want someone down there now to take care of them. My father is obsessed with his family, and I don't want anything to happen to them. In the mean time, we are going to recreate my life under my fathers little nose of damn sure will." Lex told him harshly.

~*~

            Lionel looked out the window of his office in Metropolis. The silver office was inline with glass windows over looking the out stretched city. Taking out a small box he had kept under the desk he opened it. Inside was the blood veil and moved the veil up and down watching the dark liquid move slowly through the tub. Hearing the knock at the door he waved his hand to say come in. As one of the doctor's he had hired to work on the case he smiled seeing another long flat silver case shaped with two L's that pointed in the opposite way.

                        "We've finished the work as you've requested Mr. Luthor." The young scientist told him. Lionel slowly moved away from the window and walked up to the young man. Feeling the silver box slip into his long slimy fingers he grinned knowing what was next on his list. Slowly pushing the sides of the box there was a clicking sound as it opened. Inside was another green octagon piece awaiting to be used once more on the cave paintings.

                        "Have your group down in the caves by tomorrow at noon. I'll be there to watch. I have a feeling this will be one of the greatest brake throughs of all time." Lionel told him. The young man took the box and headed for the door; "Oh and Stan?" Lionel called as he watched the man turn around.

                        "Can you do one more thing for me?" He asked him.

                        "Of course Mr. Luthor;" Stan said to him.

                        "Have another one of your teams build a science lab at the bottom of this building. Make sure its made with lead. I have planes for when this is all over with." Lionel assured him; "Also have them place all my information of the Kent's down inside." Lionel ordered. Stan nodded his head as he left the room. Lionel pointed his remote control over to the radio and hit play as the CD player softly played the tunes of Mozart.

~ End of Chapter Nine

Authors Notes: Okay tell us what you think. I know I've downloaded everything back into the site. We've reorganized it into three books. This is only the first one. So please place a review. The next chapter will be more intrusting. But I hope I got your guidelines down as well.

Also I had changed chapter six. So Magneto can no longer control Clark. I still have to go back and correct some of my other chapters on that matter to, but those were the biggest one. My plan will still work other whys. Oh, if anyone knows what the name of Magneto's machine is, please let me know. I've watched the movie twice during these last few weeks, and can't find out what they called it in the first movie.