It's been over a year since my last update…wow.
And now without further ado…Chapter 29
*Disclaimer: I don't own JL, just the teens in this fanfic
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Chapter Twenty-nine: Smallville
Valen's P.O.V.
Right now, it sucks to be me…
I'm not being a typical melodramatic teen, but then again my life up to this point seemed like an action packed soap opera– uncovering buried super powers, fighting evil villains, realizing that my father was the one-and-only Superman– yeah, that ought to be an interesting show…
'Valen Kent, an ordinary teenage boy, discovers his dormant superpowers on what seemed to be a normal day…Ha!"
Sadly, that's my life up to this point and I can't escape it no matter how much I run, or rather, fly…
I've been flying for hours just trying to calm this turbulent storm brewing in me. I don't know the time nor do I know where I am. Any place that wasn't home was good enough for me…
Home…
It's supposed to be a place of comfort, a place without lying or deceit. It used to be a haven for me; a sanctuary from all the lies in the world. Too bad the very place that I sought refuge in became the epicenter for the truth that had shattered my normal life. It is funny how I naively thought before that homes were ruined by deceit; however, the bitter reality is that truth devastates the household. Supposedly "it sets you free," but I've seen it unleash nothing but anger, bitterness, and doubt. I know that it's better to accept the truth instead of being angry about it, but it's not something anyone could process in a few hours. I just need some time to think or at least cool down…I deserve that much.
Crack. Boom!
Ugh…just when I thought things couldn't get any worse…
I feel a fat raindrop hit my cheek and then another, and another. Before I knew it the rain was pouring down on me, pelting my skin with big, cold, droplets of water. This was the cherry to top off my sucky day.
As I descended down along the gravel shoulder of a desolate highway, I realized for the first time that I was lost. I mean, I know that I didn't know where I was before, but now that I'm aware of my surroundings I have absolutely no idea where I am. The dark, empty road was a far cry from the bright and bustling highways of Metropolis.
'I guess I'm not in Metropolis anymore…'
I walk ahead aimlessly, thinking that it was just better to keep on moving. Even though the rain continued to soak through my clothes, I took a sick pleasure in feeling the cold beads of water roll down and numb my skin. My flesh recoiled at the icy touch of the rain, yet embraced the sensation it gave me. It was like the water was dousing out the heated temper manifesting inside of me. As I persisted to walk through the rain, about a half a mile away a sign read:
WELCOME TO SMALLVILLE
A flood of memories came rushing back to me– the family visits to my grandparents' house during the holidays when I was younger, the apple picking trips we used to make, the way Gramps used to toss Lu up in the air, and Grandma's delicious homemade ice cream. I knew that if I had wanted to find sanctuary, this was where I needed to go…
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It was a quiet evening for Martha and Jonathan Kent. Despite the pouring rain, it was a tranquil and serene environment for the retired elderly couple. The sound of rain drops rhythmically falling on the windowsill was another small comfort of living in the countryside. Their cottage was of decent size, enough to accommodate a simple couple such as the Kents. The mantle on the fireplace was decked out with significant family photos – Jonathan and Martha's wedding photo, snapshots from Clark's high school and college graduation, an elegant silver frame that holds Clark and Lois's wedding photo, as well as an abundance of their grandchildren's school pictures.
Martha Kent had always been so sentimental. She saved every picture Lois had sent them over the years. Her husband often teased her, saying that her soft nature was going to age her faster. Despite what her husband thought, many people would say that Martha was in excellent shape for her age. Her morning jogs and active role in Smallville community projects kept her on her toes.
Jonathan Kent, a man who was in good shape for his age, was reading the newspaper. It was an article from a Daily Planet and although he wasn't particularly sentimental, he was planning to save the article written by his very own son. Just as he was flipping through the crossword puzzles, a certain headline caught his attention on television.
"Trinity Union High School today was the epicenter for a dangerous and mysterious attack. It was under siege by what witnesses call, 'a strange, maleficent force.' "
'Trinity Union High School? Wait a second…that's Valen's high school!"
His eyes widened in horror as he watched the news footage of the devastated high school.
"Martha! You have to come in here! Quick!"
With a dishrag and plate in her hands, Martha Kent enters the living room with much reluctance. Her husband often exaggerated certain matters, especially when watching the news. He would call her to watch the latest fashion statements or current political debates so that she could listen to his constant criticism.
"What is it now Jonathan? Please don't tell you're calling me to –"
The clips of her grandson's damaged school stopped her cold and spiked her blood pressure. She made a mad dash for the telephone, wanting to get in touch with her son to find out about Valen's whereabouts. Trying to remember Clark's phone number, she tried dialing with shaky hands.
Just before she could finish dialing, the doorbell rings.
Jonathan and Martha gaze at each other, cautious about who could be ringing their doorbell at this hour of the night. The doorbell rings once again, making it clear that their visitor wasn't planning on leaving.
Grabbing the baseball bat from the closet, Jonathan Kent cautiously makes his way to the door.
"Alright, alright hold your horses pal…"
Just after he opens the door he drops the bat, unable to collect himself from what he saw…
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Ahhh I know it's short! Sorry! But I just needed to posted something up XD
Oh btw, I don't follow the TV show Smallville, so plz don't burn me if I don't follow the series XP
Wow I haven't said this in a while…thnx for reading and plz review!