God of the Third Sol
A/N: I have been thinking of it lately. Smallville does take up a decent amount of time. If I want to write it from the beginning, this would mean I have over eight seasons worth of stuff to sort through. I somehow get the feeling that this will be longest story I will ever write.
My goal? Having one of the best Smallville Fics of all time.
Your input would be deeply appreciated.
*EDIT! -It has occurred to me that i may have rushed my decision on the pairing. CLark May or may not end up with Lana but i can tell you for certain, he won't make the same mistake as those in the canon! Btw~ Drop a review on which girls Clark will explore a relation ship with. More info on the bottom."
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"Humans are sociable creatures by nature. They seek comfort in numbers and those who get left out soon learn it would be better to join in." -SV
Chapter 3: Childhood
2 Years Later: First day of School
Clark stood by the door, impatiently looking for the bus that would take him to school. He didn't even mind when Martha flustered over him, straightening up his jacket and making sure his shoelaces were tied. He wanted to go to school and meet new friends. It was awfully lonely on a farm and the closest house was half a mile away.
Martha finished up and started reminding him the rules she set out for him.
"Remember Clark, it's important to make friends. You have to be nice and polite so other people would like you. Also, always listen to your teacher and if you ever have any problems, find a teacher! Don't overexert yourself honey!"
He rolled his eyes dutifully. "Yes mom." It was a standard routine for him. He always had problems gathering his energy. He could barely walk properly let alone run and when he did, he usually passed out. He fixed his glasses and took them off to wipe off a slight smudge with the edge of his shirt.
His ears picked up the low rumbling of the old school bus. "It's here mom!" He accepted a quick kiss and a pat on the head before he opened the door and headed out into uncharted territory.
He smiled at the bus driver who was an elderly black man with a white mustache. "Morning mister." He chirped out.
The bus driver fixed his hat and gave him an approving smile. "Morning to you too son, Finally there's a kid with some manners." he said gruffly.
Already it was a battlefield on the bus but Clark didn't know it yet. There were some kids who already knew each other prior and were already chatting away. Some were engaged in tentative conversations, hoping not to offend the other party.
He walked down the aisle slowly, wondering who to sit next to. Then near the back, he saw her again, the girl from the hospital.
Lana.
He had pretty good memory and he was pretty sure he remembered her. She was looking out the window, thinking about something. Clark thought it wouldn't hurt to sit next to her, they did know each other in the passing.
However, when he got close to her, he felt his chest tighten up. His condition was acting up again. He grabbed the back of the seat, holding himself up as he felt his knees go weak. What a time for this to happen. He was confused, he wasn't overexerting himself yet his body was getting weak. He sank into the seat next to her, finally getting her attention.
His head bent down to lean against the backrest of the seat in front of him. The pain was getting more intense. Usually he would feel numbness but pain was a whole new experience. The shirt scrunched up under his finger as he held his hand over his heart, it was beating frantically.
Lana leaned over to the boy whose skin had gone pale.
"Are you okay?"
Clark tilted his head to see a green glowing pendant hanging from Lana's neck. The glow intensified as did his pain. It felt like branches of hot lava was flowing through his veins, searing their way up and finally into his brain. Through the white hot pain, Clark felt his eyes roll up as he fainted dead away.
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Clark glumly kicked the rickety bed set up in the nurses office. The first day of school didn't even start and already half of the kids knew him as the boy who faints. The nurse had called his mom to inform her that he had a fainting incident on the bus but was fine now.
Upon entering the classroom, the other boys snickered and pointed and him. Then one black boy in the back proceeded to mock him by pretending to faint in a dead slump over his table. Clark's face flushed but he ignored the boy. It was necessary to make an good impression on the teacher.
A middle aged lady with rimmed spectacles peered down at him. She was dressed rather eccentrically, opting for a long robe-like dress. She gave him a wide smile.
"Why dear, you must be Clark. I heard you weren't feeling well. Are you feeling better now?"
He stood rigidly.
"Yes Ma'am."
She was slightly taken back by his serious answer. "Don't feel shy, It's okay to call me teacher or Mrs. Wells. Now let's get you seated. Do you need to sit in the front so you can see better?"
Clark shook his head. "No Mrs. Wells, I have glasses so it's okay even if I sit in the back."
Mrs. Wells gave a delighted clap. "Wonderful! There's a seat open next to Pete. Pete, please raise your hand."
The boy who made fun of him earlier raised his hand. Clark felt his stomach drop. That boy didn't seem particularly friendly. Still, he introduced himself when he sat down.
"Hi Pete, I'm Clark."
The boy refused to look at him. "I know"
Clark was slightly miffed that he had been ignored. He was being nice and polite and the other boy was so rude in return.
He tried listening to what the teacher was saying but someone threw a scrunched up paper ball at his head. He picked it up and opened it. It had one word only.
"LIAR."
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During recess, Clark stood alone in the corner of the yard. The kids were running around playing tag while he looked on in envy. He could barely jog let alone run. He went over to the side where the girls were playing and watched them play jump rope.
He saw Lana there, skipping rope with the rest of the girls. She certainly seemed a lot happier than the last time he saw her in the hospital. It was one of the earliest memories he remembered. He couldn't walk over there and play because the girls didn't like to play with boys, so he stayed from afar and watched her.
Soon, the bell rang signaling the end of recess. All the kids rushed back in, hungry after playing around for so long. Clark was the last one back in, having to walk back while the others ran. By the time he had arrived, the sandwiches were all passed out.
He tugged on the sleeve of Mrs. Wells. "Do you have any sandwiches left?"
Mrs wells looked down. "There you are Clark! Since you're so late, we only have the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches left. Is that okay with you?"
Clark looked longingly at the Ham and Turkey sandwiches the other kids were eating. "But I don't like peanut butter."
"I'm sorry Clark but that's all we have, next time come quicker, it's first here first serve."
Clark unwrapped his sandwich and took a bite. He refrained form spitting it back out. The jelly was too sweet and the peanut butter was sticking to his throat. He ate the sandwich as fast as he could and washed it down with milk. One sandwich and a carton of milk wasn't enough. He ate an average of three sandwiches and had two glasses of milk for lunch usually.
Clark went around looking for people who had not eaten yet and see if they would like to share theirs.
Almost everyone ate already with one sole exception. It was Pete.
Clark felt mild annoyance when he saw that the kid had not one but two sandwiches. Both of them were Ham and Turkey. The Pete kid seemed like a bully and he was a bit scared to approach him but his hunger won out in the end.
"Hey Pete, I noticed you have two sandwiches."
Pete looked up. "Yeah, What's it to you?"
"Well... Do you think I can have one?" Clark said hopefully.
"Why would I give it to a liar?"
Clark didn't like the taunt. "Because it's the nice thing to do and if you don't, I'll tell Mrs. Wells that you took two. You're only allowed to take one."
Pete sneered. "Fine take it." He took a bite out of the sandwich and held out the wrapped one for him. Clark reacher out to take it but Pete dropped it on the floor and started stepping on it.
Pete started laughing, and spitting chunks of half chewed sandwich into his face. "Why would I be nice to you fool. Your whole family are liars, specially your pa'!"
Clark felt angry. It was the first time he had experienced such a heavy and dark emotion. He had only felt mild annoyance until today. His hands bled from clenching his fist so tightly. For the first time in his life, Clark wanted to inflict pain upon someone. He wanted them to hurt. He wanted them to BLEED. It was as if someone pulled a red haze over his eyes, he couldn't see, think or feel. He only wanted to let out the beast in him, to soothe his anger.
Pete stopped laughing when he saw Clark's tiny frame shaking, head hung low. "What's the matter liar? You crying? Are you going to run home to tell your mommy?"
There was a low guttural growl coming from the boy and suddenly his tiny frame didn't seem so tiny anymore. His head snapped up, eyes glowing crimson red.
Clark lashed out, pushing both hands against the bigger boy's chest. The double palm thrust sent Pete sailing through the air and then through the wooden door, inciting mass panic from the students. Clark ran after his prey, finding him spitting up blood. Through the haze of pleasure, he realized that blood had such a lovely color, Red, his favorite. He wanted to see more.
He sat on the boys chest and started pounding away, punch after punch. His hand went up and down as he slammed them repeatedly into Pete's face. He was dimly aware that he was laughing while several other teachers tried pulling him off. It was only when he saw Lana's terrified face did he cease to move, allowing the teachers to pull him off and pin him roughly to the floor.
He looked into Lana's horrified eyes and back at Pete.
"Oh God, What have I done..."
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A/N: WE SEE THE FIRST SIGNS OF THE BERSERKER CELLS IN YOUNG CLARKS BODY! This is the first instance of Clark's super strength. Notice that he threw Pete through a door? It didn't last though. It was triggered by anger and this anger is dangerous because it releases the beast within himself.
What will happen next? How will this scene affect Lana's view of Clark in the future? Will she see him as a violent and mentally unstable boy?
There's more to come!
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
If you like this chapter, review please. It motivates me to keep going.
*Edit- Here are all the girls i can think of.
Lana
Alicia
Lois
Chloe
Tess
Female version of Lex? i read it once. her name was Alexa or something. LOL.
Personally, i would like it if there were more options if you can think of any, add it in.*
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