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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,449
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
To a small farming town in a land once known as the United States of America.
Smallville.
Home of Creamed Corn, and wholesome values such as apple pie, truth, justice, and the american way.
Home of First Contact, or the Alien Invasion, when half a million Kryptonians landed to escape the destruction of their world.
The chairwoman of the High Council, Lori-Kan tried to make it sound like an honor. She was breathtaking with her flawless black skin and perfect petite body, but he wasn't fooled by the smile on her shapely lips and the warmth in her eyes.
"The town is very important to our ongoing plan of integration. Due to the amount of Kryptonite the area, it is home to a large number of mutants. For the future of our race, and the humans, we need to ensure every scrap of it is gathered up and destroyed. If you choose to go, you will oversee that operation. Of course, you may bring your "son" along. It is sad his father died before we came to this planet and his mother when we landed."
She smiled again, but the twinkle in her eyes hardened: It wasn't a request.
"It would be best though, if you and your...son pretend to be human. Insulated as we are in the Palace of the Clouds, we often forget the antipathy some humans still hold for us."
"Antipathy which some of our people have cultivated with cruelty." Char-Rik added, looking him dead in the eye.
So Zed of the house of Kan, the rabble-rouser, the mass murderer, the man who thought xenocide was the only option to tame the inferior human race would oversee the project.
Away from the city and his growing rebellion.
With his delicously weak-willed “son” in tow.
Well, at least there was a bit of a silver lining.
He showed his teeth to the council, and floated from the council chamber.
"I still think we should have left Kal-El here. Away from his influence." Char said in the silence.
"It is the humans he must experience."
"Why"
"He is the point from which infinite futures stretch. If this then this, if that then that. In all times, Kal-El comes here and makes his mark on this world. For good or for ill."
Smallville.
Home of Creamed Corn, and wholesome values such as apple pie, truth, justice, and the american way.
Home of First Contact, or the Alien Invasion, when half a million Kryptonians landed to escape the destruction of their world.
The chairwoman of the High Council, Lori-Kan tried to make it sound like an honor. She was breathtaking with her flawless black skin and perfect petite body, but he wasn't fooled by the smile on her shapely lips and the warmth in her eyes.
"The town is very important to our ongoing plan of integration. Due to the amount of Kryptonite the area, it is home to a large number of mutants. For the future of our race, and the humans, we need to ensure every scrap of it is gathered up and destroyed. If you choose to go, you will oversee that operation. Of course, you may bring your "son" along. It is sad his father died before we came to this planet and his mother when we landed."
She smiled again, but the twinkle in her eyes hardened: It wasn't a request.
"It would be best though, if you and your...son pretend to be human. Insulated as we are in the Palace of the Clouds, we often forget the antipathy some humans still hold for us."
"Antipathy which some of our people have cultivated with cruelty." Char-Rik added, looking him dead in the eye.
So Zed of the house of Kan, the rabble-rouser, the mass murderer, the man who thought xenocide was the only option to tame the inferior human race would oversee the project.
Away from the city and his growing rebellion.
With his delicously weak-willed “son” in tow.
Well, at least there was a bit of a silver lining.
He showed his teeth to the council, and floated from the council chamber.
"I still think we should have left Kal-El here. Away from his influence." Char said in the silence.
"It is the humans he must experience."
"Why"
"He is the point from which infinite futures stretch. If this then this, if that then that. In all times, Kal-El comes here and makes his mark on this world. For good or for ill."