Note: This Chapter will focus on Clark's activity upon his arrival in
Metropolis.
The Die Hard: This is a fanfiction and as such I am free to make modifications and changes to ideas originally presented in other superman incarnations. Smallville itself has presented new concepts that do not derive from ideas previously shown in other incarnations of the superman story. It also changes ideas previously put into place by older versions. From all that I have read, seen, and heard, other than the basic character designs, the original Superman story is relatively vague (the past in particular) and has evolved over the years constantly going through slight changes. With that in mind I see no reason as to why Kryptonians cannot have different abilities in my version of the story. I came up with the idea after viewing the episode "Visitor," in that particular episode Clark says "Maybe people on Krypton people don't have the same abilities at all." Seemed like an interesting concept to me, so I decided to include it in my story. If you don't like the idea I apologize but have no intention of changing it.
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Clark drove through the streets of down town Metropolis. The air reeked with a fowl smell which seemed to come from the vast amount of bars and clubs that lined the streets. Areas such as this were a criminals paradise, a place for drug dealers and whores to set up shop. Normally, Clark would have been disgusted by the place but now that he was wearing the red Kryptonite ring his old consciousness no longer acted as a restraint. Clark parked his bike outside a club and entered. Inside, loud music was blaring and lights flashed in all directions, in the center of the room was a large cage were a couple of big guys were fighting. Around the cage a large crowd was gathered cheering and shouting as the fight raged on. Eventually one of the men was knocked out and the winner was award prize money. Clark suddenly smiled to himself and began to push his way through the crowd. Upon reaching the table where people were registering too fight Clark sat down across from the who was responsible for signing up new contestants.
"Sign me up," Clark said sounding anxious.
The man looked at Clark with an expression of doubt. Clark was a fairly big guy at 6'3 but he appeared closer to a model than a fighter. "Are you serious kid?" The man asked wanting to think it was some kind of joke.
"Sign me up," Clark repeated slowly growing impatient.
"All right, it's your funeral," the man replied hesitantly. "Name?" he asked suddenly.
"What?" Clark asked unsure of how to answer.
"Your name, I need your name, you've got one don't ya?" the man continued with frustration.
Clark thought for a moment before responding, "Kal."
"Okay then Kal," the man replied almost mockingly. "You'll be fighting that guy over there," he said pointing to a fairly muscular man who sat along side some of the other fighters. Clark walked over and took his seat not even bothering to watch the fight.
"Easy money," he thought to himself while waiting for his turn in the cage.
Finally his number was called and Clark entered the cage; he casually examined his opponent before smiling confidently.
His opponent glared back before returning the smile, "just keep grinning pretty boy, that way it will be all the more satisfying when I ram my fist through your face.
Clark continued while his challenger came at him head on taking a swing towards his face. Clark simply stepped aside and brought his elbow down between the mans shoulder blades knocking him flat. The crowd was shocked by the speed and power displayed by this new contestant but quickly erupted into cheers. Slowly Clark's challenger pulled himself onto his knees but was met by Clark's hand which wrapped around his throat and lifted him into the air. Clark looked his challenger in the eyes with the same confident smile as before. Then, with one swift motion he sent the man through the air crashing into the side of the cage. As the night wore on Clark continued to be victorious gaining more and more support from the spectators.
Morgan Edge watched intently from his seat, "David, who is that young man?" he asked the guy seated next to him.
"I don't know, I've never seen him before, probably someone new," he replied. "Well whoever he is, I think he could prove useful," Morgan continued. David nodded and immediately left his seat. Morgan continued to observe the fights with interest.
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After winning every match Clark collected his earnings, consisting of a few thousand dollars, and headed for the door.
"It's Kal am I correct," a blonde haired man said as he stepped in front of Clark.
"Who's asking?" Clark replied not in the mood for small talk with strangers.
"My name is David Norton," he replied, "I work for Morgan Edge."
"Which has what to do with me?" Clark asked unsure of where this was going.
"Lets just say he is in the market for someone with your...talents," David answered handing Clark a card with a phone number on it. "Call this number if your interested, I assure you, Mr. Edge will be willing to pay you what your worth," David said as headed out the door.
Clark examined the card and smiled to himself "Well at least now I shouldn't have to spend my time in a cage just to solve money problems," he thought getting back on his motorcycle. "Now it's time for me to celebrate." Suddenly Clark was paralyzed by incredible pain as the mark on his chest began to burn and the voice of his father rang in his head, "come now Kal-el, we have work to do." Clark's vision began to blur until eventually all went black.
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-Meanwhile in Smallville-
Martha and Jonathan Kent sat in the kitchen of their house drinking tea. Martha wasn't feeling very well so Jonathan had put off most of his chores for the day in order to help her. A knock on the door suddenly interrupted their peaceful discussion and Jonathan quickly went to answer it. "That's probably Lana, she said she was going to try and drop by latter this after noon," Martha called after him. Jonathan opened the door but instead of being met by Lana he faced a man with short black hair wearing a long expensive looking black coat and another stranger who stood just below the steps. "Good evening Mr. Kent, is Clark home by any chance?"
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Note: In the next chapter Kyros and Tyrel will head to Metropolis in search of Clark. Also Lana and Chloe will talk and Chloe will continue to struggle with her feelings and whether or not she should help Lionel (who will probably appear in the next chapter).
Please feel free to review.
The Die Hard: This is a fanfiction and as such I am free to make modifications and changes to ideas originally presented in other superman incarnations. Smallville itself has presented new concepts that do not derive from ideas previously shown in other incarnations of the superman story. It also changes ideas previously put into place by older versions. From all that I have read, seen, and heard, other than the basic character designs, the original Superman story is relatively vague (the past in particular) and has evolved over the years constantly going through slight changes. With that in mind I see no reason as to why Kryptonians cannot have different abilities in my version of the story. I came up with the idea after viewing the episode "Visitor," in that particular episode Clark says "Maybe people on Krypton people don't have the same abilities at all." Seemed like an interesting concept to me, so I decided to include it in my story. If you don't like the idea I apologize but have no intention of changing it.
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Clark drove through the streets of down town Metropolis. The air reeked with a fowl smell which seemed to come from the vast amount of bars and clubs that lined the streets. Areas such as this were a criminals paradise, a place for drug dealers and whores to set up shop. Normally, Clark would have been disgusted by the place but now that he was wearing the red Kryptonite ring his old consciousness no longer acted as a restraint. Clark parked his bike outside a club and entered. Inside, loud music was blaring and lights flashed in all directions, in the center of the room was a large cage were a couple of big guys were fighting. Around the cage a large crowd was gathered cheering and shouting as the fight raged on. Eventually one of the men was knocked out and the winner was award prize money. Clark suddenly smiled to himself and began to push his way through the crowd. Upon reaching the table where people were registering too fight Clark sat down across from the who was responsible for signing up new contestants.
"Sign me up," Clark said sounding anxious.
The man looked at Clark with an expression of doubt. Clark was a fairly big guy at 6'3 but he appeared closer to a model than a fighter. "Are you serious kid?" The man asked wanting to think it was some kind of joke.
"Sign me up," Clark repeated slowly growing impatient.
"All right, it's your funeral," the man replied hesitantly. "Name?" he asked suddenly.
"What?" Clark asked unsure of how to answer.
"Your name, I need your name, you've got one don't ya?" the man continued with frustration.
Clark thought for a moment before responding, "Kal."
"Okay then Kal," the man replied almost mockingly. "You'll be fighting that guy over there," he said pointing to a fairly muscular man who sat along side some of the other fighters. Clark walked over and took his seat not even bothering to watch the fight.
"Easy money," he thought to himself while waiting for his turn in the cage.
Finally his number was called and Clark entered the cage; he casually examined his opponent before smiling confidently.
His opponent glared back before returning the smile, "just keep grinning pretty boy, that way it will be all the more satisfying when I ram my fist through your face.
Clark continued while his challenger came at him head on taking a swing towards his face. Clark simply stepped aside and brought his elbow down between the mans shoulder blades knocking him flat. The crowd was shocked by the speed and power displayed by this new contestant but quickly erupted into cheers. Slowly Clark's challenger pulled himself onto his knees but was met by Clark's hand which wrapped around his throat and lifted him into the air. Clark looked his challenger in the eyes with the same confident smile as before. Then, with one swift motion he sent the man through the air crashing into the side of the cage. As the night wore on Clark continued to be victorious gaining more and more support from the spectators.
Morgan Edge watched intently from his seat, "David, who is that young man?" he asked the guy seated next to him.
"I don't know, I've never seen him before, probably someone new," he replied. "Well whoever he is, I think he could prove useful," Morgan continued. David nodded and immediately left his seat. Morgan continued to observe the fights with interest.
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After winning every match Clark collected his earnings, consisting of a few thousand dollars, and headed for the door.
"It's Kal am I correct," a blonde haired man said as he stepped in front of Clark.
"Who's asking?" Clark replied not in the mood for small talk with strangers.
"My name is David Norton," he replied, "I work for Morgan Edge."
"Which has what to do with me?" Clark asked unsure of where this was going.
"Lets just say he is in the market for someone with your...talents," David answered handing Clark a card with a phone number on it. "Call this number if your interested, I assure you, Mr. Edge will be willing to pay you what your worth," David said as headed out the door.
Clark examined the card and smiled to himself "Well at least now I shouldn't have to spend my time in a cage just to solve money problems," he thought getting back on his motorcycle. "Now it's time for me to celebrate." Suddenly Clark was paralyzed by incredible pain as the mark on his chest began to burn and the voice of his father rang in his head, "come now Kal-el, we have work to do." Clark's vision began to blur until eventually all went black.
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-Meanwhile in Smallville-
Martha and Jonathan Kent sat in the kitchen of their house drinking tea. Martha wasn't feeling very well so Jonathan had put off most of his chores for the day in order to help her. A knock on the door suddenly interrupted their peaceful discussion and Jonathan quickly went to answer it. "That's probably Lana, she said she was going to try and drop by latter this after noon," Martha called after him. Jonathan opened the door but instead of being met by Lana he faced a man with short black hair wearing a long expensive looking black coat and another stranger who stood just below the steps. "Good evening Mr. Kent, is Clark home by any chance?"
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Note: In the next chapter Kyros and Tyrel will head to Metropolis in search of Clark. Also Lana and Chloe will talk and Chloe will continue to struggle with her feelings and whether or not she should help Lionel (who will probably appear in the next chapter).
Please feel free to review.