Drabble: exodus (Smallville)
Exodus
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: pg-13
Genre: dark, prompted (sacred 20 ‘exodus’; also ‘agree, kill(ed), start(ed), memory, father’), AU
Characters/Pairings: implied Chloe/Davis, OC
Any warnings: character deaths. Major AU
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment, and because apparently I have nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon.
A/N: Think that ‘Doomsday’ happened years later, Chloe and Davis are together and have a child. So, the whole thing happened differently and there never was a Chimmy thing…
A/N2: I know some of you will probably feel like killing me for this one… but it was there in my system for a long time… the son that avenges his father… It’s probably too cliché and all… but I like this anyway!
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It’s the memory of his father, or better to say the memory of how he was killed before him that started all this, thought Gabe as he looked down at the fallen heroes at his feet. Green Arrow and Superman, Impulse and Canary, they all lay on the ground, scattered around him. They all had lost against him.
Gabe was normally a peace-loving person, and all that knew and loved him would agree that he couldn’t even hurt a fly; but today was different. Today was the only day that he would break tradition and turned into something that was so opposite him that even his deceased mother wouldn’t have recognised him.
He knew that if his mother, the one and only Chloe Sullivan, could see him now she would revolt violently in her coffin. She had always been the one to tell him how humans should forgive and forget the past; that no evil thought was worth hanging onto. That it wasn’t right to wish others bad things even when it was done to them.
And yet here he was.
He had done the exact opposite of what his mother had always preached to him. And maybe it was also her death which triggered it; which triggered this day. The day that he single handed took down the people that destroyed his father and with that his family.
And just before he left to go, he made the sign of the cross and prayed for their souls. He was now ready to let go.
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: pg-13
Genre: dark, prompted (sacred 20 ‘exodus’; also ‘agree, kill(ed), start(ed), memory, father’), AU
Characters/Pairings: implied Chloe/Davis, OC
Any warnings: character deaths. Major AU
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment, and because apparently I have nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon.
A/N: Think that ‘Doomsday’ happened years later, Chloe and Davis are together and have a child. So, the whole thing happened differently and there never was a Chimmy thing…
A/N2: I know some of you will probably feel like killing me for this one… but it was there in my system for a long time… the son that avenges his father… It’s probably too cliché and all… but I like this anyway!
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It’s the memory of his father, or better to say the memory of how he was killed before him that started all this, thought Gabe as he looked down at the fallen heroes at his feet. Green Arrow and Superman, Impulse and Canary, they all lay on the ground, scattered around him. They all had lost against him.
Gabe was normally a peace-loving person, and all that knew and loved him would agree that he couldn’t even hurt a fly; but today was different. Today was the only day that he would break tradition and turned into something that was so opposite him that even his deceased mother wouldn’t have recognised him.
He knew that if his mother, the one and only Chloe Sullivan, could see him now she would revolt violently in her coffin. She had always been the one to tell him how humans should forgive and forget the past; that no evil thought was worth hanging onto. That it wasn’t right to wish others bad things even when it was done to them.
And yet here he was.
He had done the exact opposite of what his mother had always preached to him. And maybe it was also her death which triggered it; which triggered this day. The day that he single handed took down the people that destroyed his father and with that his family.
And just before he left to go, he made the sign of the cross and prayed for their souls. He was now ready to let go.