Oneshot: the house of zod - everything has a beginning (Smallville)
The house of Zod - Everything has a beginning
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: AU, series, family, hurt/comfort
Characters/Pairings: Davis/Doomsday, Jor-El, Brainiac
Any warnings: None, but it would really help if you read the other series parts before this one...
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction for funs and entertainment.
A/N: Finally... I wanted to write a little beginning for this series from the start. I always intended to make some sort of different start for Davis... I just can’t imagine him being goo... that really is too weird. I hope it is fine that I am dedicating this to you, scifichick774... I was thinking about you when I wrote this... let’s just say a little Christmas present I was working on these last few days... hope you like it!
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“I hate you!” the little boy screamed.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” he repeated over and over again, as his little hands had balled into fists. And as those fists continued to punch the older man’s stomach, not really hurting him at all, the little boy continued to repeat the mantra over and over again.
The crystalline room reflected both the little angry boy and the older man, wearing the colours of the house of El. The room itself was a silent white, not betraying the happenings of a prior punishment.
“I’m sorry!” he said at last, and tried to comfort the boy, but was pushed away by little hands. An angry and hate filled face looked up at him. The little boy, so much like his father, kept on glaring at him. His father called him ‘Doomsday’ but Jor-El knew that he couldn’t call a little boy this.
“You killed my parents!” screamed the boy one more time, before he ran away. The guards with him in the room looked to him for an order to follow. Jor-el sighed. He told them to look for him. He needed to talk to the little lost child before the hate he saw today stayed manifested forever...
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He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. He went to the only place he knew he’d be save. Their home.
But when he got there guards stood outside their home. The horrible man must have placed them before the house in hopes that he catches me too, thought the boy with sorrow-filled dark brown eyes. He was sure that now that his parents were dead, that the horrible man would try to kill him too... but he wouldn’t let that happen!
Father always told me that the house of Zod never gives up without a good fight... I will make father and mother proud of me...
He stood in a side-alley, contemplating how to get into his parents home without being found out, when he suddenly felt a hand clasp down on his shoulder. Preparing to hit who ever it was below the belt, he turned and acted quickly. But to his surprise his move had been intercepted, his fist caught in a much larger and stronger one.
He looked up into the face of the humanoid like machine that he knew was under the command of his father. What had his father called him, wondered the boy for a moment.
“Brainiac.” I hope...
“Doomsday. I have been waiting here for you,” said the machine without much emotion. “I have been ordered to send you to safety.”
The boy swallowed. He never really liked the name much, but his father always said it with such pride, that he never could tell him of his dislike for the odd name. A name fit for a leader, a destroyer, had his father told him one night. He missed his father.
“Father and mother... they were killed...” started the boy, intent of hiding his hurt feeling in front of the human-looking machine.
Brainiac looked down at the small boy in front of him and then answered without much emotion, “Negative, they have been banished to the Phantom Zone. Their bodies are destroyed; their spirits are left intact for punishment...”
Something akin to hope stirred in the little boy. He looked up into the cold dead eyes of the machine and asked slowly, “Is there a way that we can bring them back? Can we free my parents?”
The humanoid machine looked down at the boy and then replied, “Negative, not now. You will be sent to safety. Contact will be made after a period of absence. Now you will be sent away.”
It was the last thing the boy heard before everything went dark.
--
He woke up shivering. It was cold and it was wet...
Slowly his muscles started to work again. But it took him some time. To sit up, to get up.
He looked around and found himself in a field of green of sorts. He looked down at himself and noticed the lack of clothes. Without much further thought, he started to walk.
One step, two steps, shiver, three steps...
Hidden behind a bush, he watched two grown people pick up a little boy. They hugged him, and the woman kissed the child, comforted him. Were those the little boys parents, wondered the shivering boy, still hidden behind the bushes.
He looked around after the two grownups left and wondered where he was, where his parents were... Why was he alone here? And why couldn’t he remember...?
He heard a noise, and before he could run, he found himself caged.
It all turned dark after that.
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: AU, series, family, hurt/comfort
Characters/Pairings: Davis/Doomsday, Jor-El, Brainiac
Any warnings: None, but it would really help if you read the other series parts before this one...
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction for funs and entertainment.
A/N: Finally... I wanted to write a little beginning for this series from the start. I always intended to make some sort of different start for Davis... I just can’t imagine him being goo... that really is too weird. I hope it is fine that I am dedicating this to you, scifichick774... I was thinking about you when I wrote this... let’s just say a little Christmas present I was working on these last few days... hope you like it!
::
“I hate you!” the little boy screamed.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” he repeated over and over again, as his little hands had balled into fists. And as those fists continued to punch the older man’s stomach, not really hurting him at all, the little boy continued to repeat the mantra over and over again.
The crystalline room reflected both the little angry boy and the older man, wearing the colours of the house of El. The room itself was a silent white, not betraying the happenings of a prior punishment.
“I’m sorry!” he said at last, and tried to comfort the boy, but was pushed away by little hands. An angry and hate filled face looked up at him. The little boy, so much like his father, kept on glaring at him. His father called him ‘Doomsday’ but Jor-El knew that he couldn’t call a little boy this.
“You killed my parents!” screamed the boy one more time, before he ran away. The guards with him in the room looked to him for an order to follow. Jor-el sighed. He told them to look for him. He needed to talk to the little lost child before the hate he saw today stayed manifested forever...
--
He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. He went to the only place he knew he’d be save. Their home.
But when he got there guards stood outside their home. The horrible man must have placed them before the house in hopes that he catches me too, thought the boy with sorrow-filled dark brown eyes. He was sure that now that his parents were dead, that the horrible man would try to kill him too... but he wouldn’t let that happen!
Father always told me that the house of Zod never gives up without a good fight... I will make father and mother proud of me...
He stood in a side-alley, contemplating how to get into his parents home without being found out, when he suddenly felt a hand clasp down on his shoulder. Preparing to hit who ever it was below the belt, he turned and acted quickly. But to his surprise his move had been intercepted, his fist caught in a much larger and stronger one.
He looked up into the face of the humanoid like machine that he knew was under the command of his father. What had his father called him, wondered the boy for a moment.
“Brainiac.” I hope...
“Doomsday. I have been waiting here for you,” said the machine without much emotion. “I have been ordered to send you to safety.”
The boy swallowed. He never really liked the name much, but his father always said it with such pride, that he never could tell him of his dislike for the odd name. A name fit for a leader, a destroyer, had his father told him one night. He missed his father.
“Father and mother... they were killed...” started the boy, intent of hiding his hurt feeling in front of the human-looking machine.
Brainiac looked down at the small boy in front of him and then answered without much emotion, “Negative, they have been banished to the Phantom Zone. Their bodies are destroyed; their spirits are left intact for punishment...”
Something akin to hope stirred in the little boy. He looked up into the cold dead eyes of the machine and asked slowly, “Is there a way that we can bring them back? Can we free my parents?”
The humanoid machine looked down at the boy and then replied, “Negative, not now. You will be sent to safety. Contact will be made after a period of absence. Now you will be sent away.”
It was the last thing the boy heard before everything went dark.
--
He woke up shivering. It was cold and it was wet...
Slowly his muscles started to work again. But it took him some time. To sit up, to get up.
He looked around and found himself in a field of green of sorts. He looked down at himself and noticed the lack of clothes. Without much further thought, he started to walk.
One step, two steps, shiver, three steps...
Hidden behind a bush, he watched two grown people pick up a little boy. They hugged him, and the woman kissed the child, comforted him. Were those the little boys parents, wondered the shivering boy, still hidden behind the bushes.
He looked around after the two grownups left and wondered where he was, where his parents were... Why was he alone here? And why couldn’t he remember...?
He heard a noise, and before he could run, he found himself caged.
It all turned dark after that.