God of The Third Sol

A/N: Mhmm Mid-terms coming up, so I was thinking of a short update. Next chapter after this will be The Strength of Dreams. Stay tuned.

Frankly right now, I'm wondering how much I should deviate from the original storyline. But for now let's develop the story.

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Chapter 2: New Life pt.2

Lionel Luthor smiled like a shark as Bill Ross signed over his Creamed Corn Factory. It had taken a lot of persuasion on Jonathan Kent's part but the deed was done. The land was his now.

"Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Ross. I hope you take pleasure in seeing your factory turn into something great."

Jonathan didn't like how Lionel look like a cat that had just caught a canary. Lionel smiled.

"Jonathan my good friend, I'm indebted to you. I alone could not have persuaded Bill here to sell me his factory."

Bill turned to Jonathan, eyes wide. "Whats going on here Jon, What's he yappin' about?"

Lionel donned his gloves and started back to his car. "As per your request, the adoption papers will be settled with no questions asked. It's a fair trade is it not? Have a good day gentlemen. I hope you like the new fertilizer plant I am going to build here."

"Fertilizer plant? You said you would keep it a factory and the name Ross Creamed Corn would stay!"

Lionel gave Bill Ross an questioning stare. "Oh really now? Under which clause of the contract did it mention that? You just signed the land over to me and I can do whatever I want to it now."

They both stood in silence as the car sped off. Bill turned to Jonathan with murder in his eyes. His hands trembled in fury, defined veins pulsating under his skin. "You sold me out to that bastard ... You tricked me?"

Bill wasn't shouting, rather he was talking a low voice. Jonathan grimaced uncomfortably. This was one of the few times in his life where he knew he was doing something morally wrong. He had tricked his friend into selling his factory which was practically a family heirloom. It was times like this when he admit, he was no saint no matter how hard he tried.

"Hit me. If it makes you better, I won't hit back. Do it already dammit! I deserve this!"

Bill looked at Jonathan, strangely quiet. He turned around and walked away slowly.

"Nah man. It's over Jonathan, I'm cutting you from my life. You're not even worth hitting and getting angry over. We've been best friends from high school and I thought I knew who you were. You were the good in the dark and ugly world around us. The choices you made, the things you said, they were all honest. Now, It's like you're a different person and I don't know you anymore. The Jonathan Kent I know is dead."

Jonathan stood there awkwardly as his closest friend walked away from him forever.

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Clark picked up English pretty quickly. Already he could say mangled sentences to express his thoughts and desires. He was exceptionally bright for a three year old but not very active. Most kids would be running around, wandering and exploring. Instead, he would drag his feet and slowly walk, sometimes stopping and sitting in the middle of the room or hallway.

"So what do you want honey? Cereal? Milk?"

Clark turned his eyes to Martha. "I not sweeeet. Name is Clark."

Martha laughed. "No Clark dear, Honey is a term of endearment, like a second name or nickname. So what do you want?"

Clark felt tired. The food they were feeding her mushy and sweet and tasted too sweet. He wanted something heavier, something that could fill him up and give him longer lasting energy. He pointed at the salami and the table.

"I want"

"The Salami? Oh no, you can't eat meat yet Clark. It's a bit too hard to digest for you and it's spicy. How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"

Clark crinkled his nose. Those sandwiches were nasty and sticky. The peanut butter clung to his throat on his way down. He didn't like it. He wanted meat and he wanted it now.

He slammed his fist down on the table and screamed. "No! I want meat!"

Martha was slightly shocked by the outburst. It had been the first tantrum Clark ever had. There was something that scared her a little, he didn't knock anything over when he slammed his fist on the table but when he was screaming, there was a low guttural undertone that made her shiver instinctively.

She tried placating him. "You can't have the Salami but how about ham? I'll make you a ham and cheese sandwich."

She sliced several thin slices of ham and fed it to Clark. His eyes light up in joy and a smile adorned his face. "Yes! Ham sandwich!"

Martha chided at him. "Manners Clark say please when you're asking for something."

"Ham sandwich please."

She fed him sandwich which he devoured eagerly in a minute and asked for seconds. She smiled and prepared a second sandwich. "Looks like we have a new favorite." She mused as she prepared a third sandwich after the second one disappeared just as quickly.

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Lana could feel it in her body, She was different. There was a power running through her veins that the other people did not. The closest thing she could relate it to was magic. She was sure her magic moved the first meteor rock.

When she tried telling the doctors, they all looked at her sympathetically and teared up. They told her aunt that she was "traumatized" and suffering from "delusions", the term "Split personality" also came up. As a result, she had to go back to the hospital every week and talk to the doctors there.

This was her third week already and frankly, she was getting tired of it. The name Isobel was a joke at first. It was the first thing she thought up when she thought of her new magic. She pretended to be a new person, a young girl named Isobel. However, pretending to be Isobel was feeling more natural. Still the doctors pestered her incessantly about it.

The doctors started the session asking the same question.

"What is your name?"

She sighed. "Lana"

"So Lana, how was your week so far?"

"I tried using my power again but it didn't work."

This prompted the balding and fat doctor to lecture her about accepting reality and learning to cope with her parents death. It was giving her a headache. She could dimly feel her powers welling up in response to her agitation and annoyance toward the doctor.

Her parents had drilled into her on how to behave as a proper young lady but she couldn't take it any longer. "I don't want to hear that annoying voice of yours ever again! Just SHUT UP!"

Her voice was laced with power as if uttering a curse. The doctor opened his mouth to yell at her but the words got stuck at his throat. His eyes went wide as he tried to speak but couldn't. The words just wouldn't come out. He tried screaming for help and called for the nurses but nothing worked.

Lana got bored eventually and left the room, it was only then when he could speak.

After that incident, the doctor discharged Lana, giving her a clean bill for her mental health. Frankly, he was scared. Every time he was near the girl, his voice wouldn't come out. It was as if he was cursed ...

Lana was only beginning to discover her powers but it was a start.

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A/N: I had to finish this part off so I could move the time line forward. Should I start the next chapter during their first year in High School?

Or

Should I build their character more and write about their childhood and experiences growing up?

Skipping ahead about 10 years does change a lot.

This is just a short update to finish the Intro, the good stuff comes later.

Ciao~