Inner Darkness
By DataBolt
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville. All characters in this fanfic belong to their respective owners. Believe me if I did own the show would be rated MA and there would definitely be many, oh so many, graphical sweet CLex episodes! Grrr…
Warning: Ok, for all those of you who –for some forsaken reason– do not LOVE Slash fanfics stop reading now and go onto your shallow world! By the way, bi (bi…haha, gotta love that word) Slash I mean SEXUAL love between 2 male characters!
Summary: Alternate Universe
The story has no specific time period, although, you may be able to notice some minor references to the actual series but not in chronological order.
Oh, before I forget, anything in (...) indicates an action orthought.
Krypton is not the only planet whose inhabitants possess certain abilities. Earth, too, has its share and green kryptonite is not to blame. Jiovanni, an earthling who transfers to Smallville high has the ability to kill/pulverize any living organism with a mere glance, is on a quest of the strangest nature. Kalvin, the last survivor of a warrior race...The Saiyans, was also on its way to Earth the same time as Clark. Both of them have one thing in common...they sense Smallville's calling. How will these to friends or foes meet? And how will they impact each other?
Prologue
"Life, my son, is nothing more than the essence of Death seeking its daily bread...(cough)... while pain and anguish is as pleasant to Death as a cool bath on scorching summer day is to us." He had to stop for a moment as each phrase he spoke brought forth gashes of pain and blood from his dying body. As I glanced at his eyes, I saw what torment he was in. Everything felt surreal. I did not know what to believe. All I could think of were the stories I heard, the ones where Father was the Hunter of our village. Powerful, invincible, eternal. But here he was aging before me as if time, itself, had taken hold of his body and devoured it. His once beautiful, ebony, long hair was turning a shade of gray. His posture than once stood for True Prowess, which had given him the title of Protector,was turning into the body of a dying old man. It was then that I felt...it. A feeling that I had never felt before but had the misfortune of witnessing...Loss. Father was not going to live much longer. He was going to die.
"Oh Son, Life is a never-ending process of repetition; humph, I should know. It comes to no surprise to know what we are capable of in our darkest hour...(cough)...if you only knew…there's simple no point. Life's just serves as an amusement to whomever gives it. I'm sorry Jio…(cough)... If only I had more time...(cough)...I vow, once I find whom I seek, their…(cough)...blood shall forever be yours." And then he yelled a cry that to this day hurts my very essence.
"Ahh! Jiovanni! Please, please! Ahh," he screamed in pure agony while clutching my arm with all the strength he could summon. His strength that once sliced the oldest of tress with ease now felt like a mere handshake. (Gods, how could this have happened? How? Why Father?)
"Father, I'm here what can I do? What can I possibly do?" It was too much for me to bear. Tears steamed down my face as a typhoon does the coast on the stormiest of night. Through my tears, I felt an intense emotion of hate swept through my essence. I, at once, knew what it meant. It was a warning of what was to come. (No Father...please anything but that... I can't. Please don't...No...)
"Jio, please end this pain...it's unbearable. Jio please! Ahh! Hurry," he kept repeating into the cold night's air.
"Father, no. I can't. Please don't. I won't!"
"Jiovanni, look at me! Look at me!" It was then that Father let go of my arm to discard the thick blanket made of animal fur that covered his whole body excluding his head and arm. I had closed my eyes when I responded to his demand, but once Father removed the blanket, the foulest of smells crept up my nostrils. The stench of rotting flesh was overwhelming. Almost at once, I opened my eyes and searched around for the person who dared bring rotting meat in Father's hut. My search was pointless. No one else had entered. He I was, with Father and Witch Doctor. It was then that I realize the source of the stench. The stench was eradicatingfrom Father himself. I took in the full sight of his body. And I gasped. (Gods no! Why? This is not real...)