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NOTE on the story: I am tired of happy sappy little Clark saves the day fanfictions. This fanfic is dark, made to be dark… if a darker side of Clark is not your fancy. I suggest you turn back… There will be no slash…. I am dark… but dark doesn't always mean with pairings…
I am setting up a unique universe for Smallville with this Fanfiction, and therefore, does not follow the show or other shows or the comic strip…
NOW ON WITH THE STORY! ENOUGH OF MY TALK!
The Murky Truth(Clark Kent AKA Kal-El Point of View 1st Person)
First Chapter: Earth-Bound(Scene) The Kyrptonians spent the last two centuries going from war-torn planet to war-torn planet offering peace to their societies, but this latest attempt to bring peace to a fighting society has blown up in their faces, brining war and destruction to their own planet of Krypton. Lara and Jor-El, are in their home with the war erupting all around them, as they are trying to determine what should become of their infant son Kal-El…
"Lara, we have no choice we have to send Kal-El away, it is our only chance to survive." Jor-El said to my mother, I am wrapped up in her arms tightly; the noises hurt my ears as the mortars explode. I don't know what is going on but I listen intently on what my mother says.
"Jor-El, no, I will not send my son off to some remote planet, to bring hope to our people." She cried, her tears wash upon my face; I try not to cry, as I convince myself that I am safe there in her arms.
"We have no choice, Lara look at this place, we will be lucky if we can sustain any life. This is not a place to raise a son, not during the war," my father insists.
"I don't care, I don't want to leave my only son. The Assembly will not allow us more than one child, I don't want to lose our only son to the universe." She cried over me again. I don't make a sound; I just lay there in my soft fuzzy blanket looking with loving eyes to my mother's tear-soaked face.
"The Assembly wishes for it. They have instructed that he is to go to Earth." He says sternly to my mother.
"I won't see it done, it's not fair. Jor-El, why does Kal-El have to be the one to go, why can't it be someone else's son? Why?" She sobbed harder.
"It is for the best, Lara, the best for us, the best for Kal-El, it's the best we can hope for."
"I know, I, I just don't like it," she sobbed hugging father softly, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I know, it is, I just, I don't want to just leave him in a small shuttle all alone."
"He won't even remember the trip, it is the best for all of us."
"I know," she sobbed some more gently placing me in the tiny spacecraft that would be bound for a planet called Earth.
"I promise you we will see him again. He is not going to be lost, just going to be waiting for us to return," he said holding my mother's face in his gentle hands. He looks at my face visible through the blanket, and smiled.
"I will miss you my Kal-El," he smiled and he and my mother stood together as the top of my spacecraft shut, and that was the last I remember of Krypton.
(Five Years later.)
Opening my eyes, I push open the small pod I found myself in. Black streaks fell across the sky; the sight is still burned into my memories. I walk around the field aimlessly watching as more streaks streaked across the sky.
Part of me knows the destruction that is taking place, part of me knows that I like it, and part of me knows that I brought it. I can't explain it; it is impossible for anyone to know, or even to comprehend, other than me.
I am not even sure if I can completely comprehend it, because it is just a feeling that I have, an intuition, a hunch, I cannot tell anything other than I feel that it is my doing.
I wonder around the endless cornfields for a few more hours, just until I came to a strange contraption with two people hanging upside down. I squat down to get a better look at them, they seem fine to me, and one even notices me squatting there.
Their look was one I don't think I can recall. Maybe it was of hope, maybe of a different emotion entirely, but they were glad to see me of course. They wrapped me up in a fuzzy cloth, it was warm on my skin, and I loved its softness against my body, as they took me home…
But I wasn't really going home, not really. I know somehow that these are not my real parents; I know somehow that this isn't my home, but I have a strong suspicion that I am meant to be here.
They call themselves the Kent's, Martha and Jonathan Kent; they have taken me in and claimed me as their own. I know that I am meant to be here with them, I know they are hiding things from me, I know I can do these things, and I know I cannot let the others know.
I take pride in the fact I keep these things to myself, allowing them all to believe what they will of me. I try of course to do good, to be the perfect little son, but they soon will know why I am here on this fighting rock, eventually they will figure it out.
But until then, I stay as innocent as possible, being good in school being the perfect little angel until the day that I have no other choice but to strip off who I have become and show this world who I am.
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I hope you liked it… I know it is pretty anti-climatic… I promise the next one will be more so… :) Enjoy. PLEASE PLEASE R&R