Walking down the halls, I watched as older people were helped around. 'Dame nursing homes.' I thought, carrying a stack of books in hand. I was doing community service, thirty hours of it because it was required. I didn't like it, but at least I got to drink. I had a bottle of water, with vodka inside it instead, but was only allowed to drink on breaks. I basically became an alcoholic, and wasn't ashamed of it either.
Walking into a room, I saw a blind old lady reading. "You can come it, I wont bite." She said, with me searching the books as I walked up to her.
"So, you heard me walking down the halls, I'm not shocked, I could hear myself as well." I said, finding a brail book. "Here you go, its a book, in brail." I said, with her taking it and grabbing hold of my hand as she did so. I didn't think much of it, but she lost her smile fast. "I'm off to hand out the other books, take care of yourself." I said, turning around and walking away.
"Jessica?" She asked, with me stopping at the door. "No, it cant be, you're not a woman." She said, with me looking at her as she shook her head.
"Ok, you have my attention." I said, walking over to the bed and placing the books down. "Who is Jessica?" I asked, with her frowning.
"I don't have that answer." She said, with me making a fist as I didn't like it. "What I can tell you, is that she came to Smallville in search of sanctuary. My grand daughter, Trish, brought her here in hopes of escaping a mad man." She said, with me getting closer to Jessica's story.
"Did she ever give you a name?" I asked, with her shacking her head at me. "Something, I NEED to know why I'm having these visions of a person I've never met!" I said, begging her.
"I don't have a name, but I can give you something close." She said, leaning forward, where I felt the pressure in the air. It was thick, nearly suffocating me. "He goes by a title, and has had powers even before the shower." She said, and I felt a lump form in my throat. "He goes by Kilgrave, and with a single request, he can made one do unimaginable things." She said, shocking me. "And I'm sorry to say, but in time, you will meet both Jessica and Kilgrave again." She said, with me frowning as she said "Again", like I had already met them.
"I'm sorry lady, but I've never met them." I said, looking down. "I just want answers, who is she, who is he, why am I having visions, what does my mother have to do with this?" I asked, with her shacking her head.
"You will find out in time, your power over bad luck insures it." She said, confusing me.
"Power over "Bad Luck"?" I asked, not even aware I had Power over Bad Luck. "What, do I give bad luck to anyone close to me?" I asked, getting a laugh from her.
"Nothing like that, no." She said, waving her hand at me. "You don't know it, but you're destined for great things." She said, nodding. "Your bad luck isn't directed to others, but yourself." She said, pointing at my chest. "And when the time comes, it will be time to spread your wings like the crow you are." She said, making me frown while she smiled.
"Crows are a sign of bad luck, I see what you did there." I said, standing up and picking up the books. "Thanks for the help lady, now I'm closer to Jessica." I said, making her smile as I left, where I saw Clark and Pete walking this way. I shook my head and started walking down the hall to complete my job, still not liking what all had transpired after Sean was arrested and killed due to hypothermia.
Later
I was on break, and I was outside while drinking my Vodka. It nice out, and I liked the view as well. That's when I heard someone approaching me, with me looking to my right, seeing Lana Lang. She stopped once she saw me, she looked a little shocked. "Didn't you walk off with an old man not five minutes ago?" I asked, crossing my arms as I looked at her.
"He asked if I could come back and get him a scarf." She said, with me shacking my head at her.
"You do know, that we cant leave any of the elderly alone, correct?" I asked, taking another drink.
"I wont be gone for more than a minute." She said, looking at my bottle. "This might sound strange, but would you mind if I have a drink?" She asked, with me looking at my vodka, then back at her.
"Knock yourself out." I said, holding it out to her.
She smiled, took a sip and started coughing. "Is this Vodka!?" She nearly yelled, with me taking it back. "Why are you drinking on the job, let alone drinking at all!?" She nearly yelled, keeping her voice low.
"Hey, I wont tell if you wont tell." I said, taking a sip. "Anyways, go get your scarf, I'll go keep an eye on the old man for ya." I said, walking the way she came.
"He's on the bridge!" She called out, with me waving her off.
Once I reached the bridge, I saw no one, and I knew something had happened. Walking across the bridge, I stopped once I saw the wires for the lights were broke, and in the water was the wheelchair of the old man, but no one in said water. "Oh shit!?" I said, rushing back to inform staff on what had happened. Easy to say, shit got real pretty fast for me.
Later, the Beanery
Sitting at a table, alone, I had another bottle with me, still vodka. I didn't care what was going on, just that I had finished my community service and was no longer needed. I was waiting for my food, a burger with fries and a side of ranch. Seeing Zoe, the waitress, walk past me, I knew the food she had wasn't for me, and to be honest, I was a little hungry as I hadn't eaten today.
I didn't care about the new guy behind me either, hell, he could just be passing through. He flirted with Zoe as well, giving her old jokes, that an old man would use to hit on younger girls. I didn't care, or understand what was with him.
"Do you know anyone else who's lost an entire old person in a wheelchair?" I heard Lana, with me looking up and seeing her, Clark and Chloe walking in, making me sigh as they looked at me.
"Nope, that's pretty impressive, even by Smallville standards." Chloe said, still looking at me as all three of them took a seat at my table. Clark sitting next to me, and Lana and Chloe sitting across from us, Lana being in front of me.
"Maybe he was kidnapped." Clark suggested, with me thinking about it.
"I'll have to dig into the mans past, there would have to be a reason on why he was kidnapped." I said, reaching for my bottle, but Lana yanked it away before I could. "Lana." I warned, with her opening it and taking a sniff, where she looked at me.
"Have you always been drinking?" She asked, pissing me off.
"Hey, did I get onto you for losing an old man?" I shot back, with her looking away. "What I do, is of none of your concern." I said, holding my hand out, with Chloe taking the bottle away.
"We're going to have a serious talk about this later!" Chloe said, with my food getting here.
"How about you leave." I heard the guy behind me said, with me turning to look at him with a glair. "Seems like the best option for you, hurting your friends feelings by tearing them down." He said, with me grabbing the plate and tossing it at him, with him covering his head.
"I don't know who you are, but mind your own god dame business!" I yelled, standing up and walking over to the cash register, paying for the plate and the food before storming off.
Later that night, court house
Harry Volk, convicted of murder in 1945. When he was seventeen, he was a pianist who was in line to receive a full scholarship to the Metropolis Conservatory. His teacher recommended somebody else, and Harry murdered the teacher's son. He was in prison for life, and was sentenced by a jury that included a number of local jurors, including the following people.
Hiram Kent, father of Jonathan Kent and grandfather of Clark Kent Randolph Gage. Eve Garfield, grandmother of Zoe Garfield, the waitress at the beanery. John Alexander. Pat Taylor. Murray Carpenter. Jared Howitt. Rhona Williscroft. Sharon Ingram. Marc Borja. Wayne W. Rose. Bradley Jubenville. While in prison, he changed his name to Harry Bolston. The same old man who Lana lost.
All of this, along with the picture of a younger version of Harry, I knew that he was the stranger at the beanery, and it pissed me off that he would talk to me like that. If he was a murderer, he was sure to strike again, and he had a hit list, meaning I had to follow the trail of who was his next target.
Later, Gage residence
Walking up to the door, I frowned as the lights were off. There was a football game on, and from what the others told me, he was a big fan, never missed a game. I kicked the door down, made my inside and stopped once I reached the kitchen. Jim Gage, son of Randolph Gage, was dead, and by the ways it looked, he was killed with a piano string, the same MO as Harry.
"Guess the old women was right, bad luck follows me." I said, approaching the phone. Picking it up, there was no diel tone, meaning that even the phone line was cut. Shacking my head, I left as I would have to call the police from another phone.
Later that night
Walking into the house, I waved off the bird that had taken a seat on the railing, not liking it or anything right now. Opening the door, I saw Chloe walking down stairs with my mothers stash. "Dame it Chloe, you can just go breaking into other peoples houses!" I said, making my way to the kitchen as she followed, placing the box down on the table.
"I cant stand seeing you like this, no one can!" She said as I grabbed some left overs and started eating it cold, not caring. "Look at your self, its like you don't care anymore!" She said, with me shrugging.
"Sorry, if my life is filled with bad luck." I said, looking at the box. "Let me guess, cutting me off?" I guessed, with her crossing her arms.
"Yes, and I'm going to make sure you don't get anymore!" She said with me rolling my eyes at her. "What happened to you, the person who saved me?" She asked, with me looking at her with a glare.
"He nearly killed someone, and you want to know something, I nearly attacked Clark when he stopped me from doing so!" I said, raising my voice at her. "What if that was you, or if I had hit you or him? I wouldn't know what to do!" I yelled, tossing the bowl on the counter. "So ya, I feel like shit, and now I have to deal with a crazed murder whos out to kill the people who put him in jail, because its what I do, I go out, stop shit like this, and then it bites me in the ass in the end!" I said, where I took a deep breath to calm down. "I'm not normal, and I have a feeling, that you know it." I said, seeing her looking away.
"You mean about your display of strength, kicking down a metal door, punching Sean across the room, then yes, I know." She said, with me looking down at my hands. "But I don't care, you need help!" She said, with me shacking my head at her.
"When it happened, I was closer to Jessica than ever, I learned that she killed someone, and I finally got answers I was looking for." I said, making a fist. "She was being used, she came to Smallville to get away from a man with powers even before the meteors. She had strength, even before that. I'm not a meteor freak, I think that my own mother isn't my mother anymore, and that Jessica is." I said, closing my eyes. "My luck, is shit, and it will continue to follow me according to an old lady who apparently can see the future." I said, looking up at her. "I feel dead inside, because I don't know who I am anymore, what I am." I said, placing both hands on the counter behind me as I leaned on it.
She was silent, stunned is what I would guess she was feeling. She looked at the box and picked it up, making her way to the door. "This is for your own good, you cant live like this." She said, walking out the door, leaving me by myself.
Picking up my food again, I saw that a bug had found its way into it, with me tossing it away. "What luck." I said, making my way up stairs as I was no longer hungry, even after not eating anything all day.
The next night
Seeing as Harry was killing the closest of living kin of the ones who put him away, that would make Zoe a target. Walking down the alleyway, I heard a crash, but not before I saw a blur running down the street. Looks like Clark is also on the case. I muttered, watching as Harry dragged Zoe out into the street, stopping once he saw me. "Lets make this easy, let her go and I wont break your legs." I said, seeing Clark appear next to me.
"Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?" He asked, before tossing Zoe into the street just as a truck was passing.
"Clark!" I said, with him rushing out into the street to save her. I ran at Harry, with him slashing my side with the knife. I grabbed him and tossed him to the wall, holding my side as it was deeper that it looked. I fell to my knee, watching as Harry ran off into the ally. Clark appeared next me to, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Alley, go!" I said, shrugging him off while he ran off to catch Harry. Standing up, I weakly made my way home, not wanting to be around when Clark or the police showed up.
Later
Stumbling into the house, I held my side as it was bleeding even worse. I needed to get it stitched up, and the medical supplies were up stairs. Making my ways to the stairs, I fell as I could no longer stand. I crawled up them, but stopped once my vision blurred in and out. If I couldn't see, I couldn't patch myself up. If I couldn't patch myself up, I was as good as dead.
"Ya, bad luck." I muttered, where I heard footsteps. Looking down the stairs, I could see red and black, but that was it. I didn't know who it was, but they walked with power. They grabbed me, rolled me over to my back, where I saw a long red thing. I wasn't sure what the hell it was, but they knelt next to me and placed it against my cut.
What came next was pain, massive amount of pain. They were cauterizing my wound, and some how they knew I would be here. I didn't know who this person was, all I could see was black and red. My vision was in and out, I was screaming on top of my lungs and I knew that this person was saving my life.
Once the pain was gone, I stopped screaming, taking in as much air as I could. My vision came back to me, and I saw a black bird sitting on the railing of the stairs, looking at me. It was a little big for a crow, so it had to of been a raven, seeing as they are a lot a like but bigger. I closed my eyes, feeling that sleep would be best for me.
The next morning
Opening my eyes, I found that I was in bed, with my shirt cut open. Sitting up, I looked down, seeing a burn mark on my side. "Who the hell was that?" I asked myself, standing up, where I saw an image carved into my wall. It was an eye that was made out of a wing with gears for the eye, looking to the window. Looking out, I saw nothing special. Shrugging it off, I placed a hand on my side, the one that had been cut. "Thank you, whoever you are." I said, where I started getting dressed so that I could see what had happened with Harry.
Later, Nursing home
"Harry Volk." I said, walking into said mans room, gaining the old mans attention. He was old again, meaning that his de-aging thing didn't last. I had learned from the hospital that he was kidnapped and placed in the kids place. It was retarded, but that was the official story.
"Who are you?" He asked as I walked over to the record player and turned it off.
"I'm the man you gutted yesterday, you remember, in the alley." I said, picking up the disk and flipping it around in my hand. "You have great taste in music, shame that you didn't get to do what you wanted to do." I said, seeing him smile. "I would of loved to see you fail as soon as you got onto that stage." I said, seeing him look hurt. "But I was born in this time, so that wouldn't happen." I said, stopping by his bed side. "As for my name, well I guess you could call me your own Crow, a sigh of your bad luck." I said, unplugging his pager for his nurse with my foot.
"What, you going to attack an old man?" He said, giving a small laugh before coughing. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you wouldn't make it out of here before the nurses and security took you down." He said, reaching for his clicker.
"I unplugged it." I said, shocking him as he pressed the button, but it didn't glow. "You want to get real, I can get real. You tried killing a women named Zoe yesterday, who had nothing to do with your sentence. If you ask me, I would be looking for the ones who did, actually, let me rephrase that." I said, grabbing his shirt and lifting him out of the bed, getting into his face, and he looked scared. "I would of proven my dame teacher wrong, that I was the one who should of gone to the Metropolis Conservatory. You want to know the funny thing, I searched the records at the Conservatory, and you were recommended for the next year but were denied because of your crime." I said, shocking him as I tossed him back in bed. "Next time, and I doubt there will be one, don't be such a bitch and grow up." I said, plugging his pager in. "I'll be keeping an eye on you, because you sure as hell piss me off." I said, walking away.
"Hey, my recorded!" He called out, with me tossing it across the room, breaking it.
"Its a broken recorded anyways." I said, walking down the hall.
Later
I kept my word, that I would keep an eye on Harry. I watched as he rolled his wheelchair to the same place he had taken vanished before, meaning that this had some connection to his de-aging process. Seeing him stop, he turned his wheelchair to face the water, with me sneaking up behind him, not making a sound. Seeing him leaning forward, he fell in, with me going in after him as I didn't expect him to fall into the water as he was old and could drown. Maybe he was committing suicide, and I wasn't going to let that happen.
I felt a shock go through my body, before I emerged from the water. I felt smaller, and I didn't know why. Looking at Harry, he emerged from the water as well, younger. I swam under the water, not to be seen by the killer. I held my breath as I watched him climb out and head off to find his next victim.
Getting out of the water, I realized that I was now a little kid, and not just any little kid, a Fucking six year old, give or take. 'Great, not only did he de-age, I did as well.' I thought, where I realized that I didn't have my pants or shoes. Looking in the water, I saw them, making me groan as I had to get back into the water to get them.
Later, School
Walking in the school, I was making my way to the Torch, and I was a little mad. I didn't like being small, because it made everything bigger, meaning it was taking me longer to get there. 'I will kill Harry for this.' I though with a frown, when suddenly I was scooped up, shocking me as I was being held.
"Hey, where's your parents?" Lana asked as I looked at her.
"Put me down this instant!" I said, shocking her. "I need to get to the Torch to inform Chloe-"
"Oh, you're Chloe's little brother?" She asked, making me groan.
"Yes, I'm Chloe's little brother, who looks completely different, now put me down!" I said, not wanting to argue with her, but she started walking. "Put me down, I don't like being treated like a child!" I whined, but gave up as there was nothing I could do.
Once we reached the Torch, Lana walked in. "Hey Chloe, I found your little brother wondering the halls." Lana said, where everyone looked at me then at Chloe, who was staring at me with wide eyes.
"Yes... I want big... Sissy." I said, gritting my teeth as I said it, getting a laugh from Chloe. "Its not funny!?" I yelled, glaring at her.
"Lana, you can put him down, he's more than capable to take care of his self." She said, with her listening to her and I stormed over to Clark, who was looking at me with wide eyes.
"What, I got de-aged, deal with it." I muttered, where he cracked a smile.
"Are you thirsty?" Pete asked me, with me looking at him. "I snuck a carton of milk out of the cafeteria, its yours if you want it!" He said, opening his bag to show me.
"Milky!" I said, excited, but then cleared my throat. "I didn't mean to say that, the child in me is strong." I said, closing my eyes. "Yes, please." I said, walking over to Pete, who opened it for me. "Thank you, but I could of opened it myself." I said, seeing him smile.
"No problem, I know guys like us are strong." He said, with me nodding and fist bumping him.
"As cute as this is, Harrys gone." Lana said, with me nodding as I drank the milk, looking at everyone. "They found his wheelchair out by the koi pond half an hour ago." She informed, with everyone looking at her with a surprised look.
"I saw meteor rocks in that pond." Clark said as he looked over at me then to Chloe.
"At least now we know how he's doing the time warp." She said as she went through the paper.
"What do you mean?" Lana asked, completely confused.
"I'll explain later." Clark said, with me looking at him. "We've got to figure out who he's going to kill next." He said, with me holding my hand up, with Chloe pointing at me.
"I know, Clarks daddy's daddy was on the list of people who put him away, so Clarks daddy is the next person!" I said, with Chloe giggling. "Its not funny!" I said, puffing my cheeks out in annoyance.
"I'll see you guys later, I have to go check up on my dad!" He said, rushing out, but as a normal person.
"I should get going as well, its almost dark." Lana said, waving at us while she left.
"Me to, I'll see you later Chloe, and you too little guy!" Pete said, holding his fist out to me, with me giving him a fist bump as he left.
Once they were out of the room, Chloe busted out laughing, with me glaring at her. "You look so cute!" She said, pinching my cheeks.
"I'm not cute!" I yelled, waving my hands around to get her to stop.
"Looks like you cant drink for a while, or you wont get big and strong!" She said, with me glaring daggers at her.
"I don't need that, I got milky to make me big and strong!" I said, crossing my arms as I looked away from her.
"So... How long do you think this is going to last?" She asked, with me shrugging.
"A day or two, I don't know." I said, with her picking me up and walking out the door. "I can walk you know!" I said as she turned the lights off and closed the door behind her.
"Till then, you're staying at my place until you grow up again!" She said, with me groaning. "Also, you're paying for your clothes." She said, with me nodding as it was fair and I didn't have much. I was wearing my pants, that I had cut up to fit me like normal pants.