Pantheon Chapter Three
poster by hottietom, Dolly and The Satyr Icon
Title: Pantheon
Author: The Satyr Icon
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Set in Icon AU; Freshman Year
Classification: Smallville; Chloe/Clark
Disclaimer: All characters, references, and other things pertaining to 'Smallville' are property of the WB, DC Comics, Tollin-Robins, Al Gough & Miles Millar, and J. Siegal & J. Shuster; I am just writing for fun, and if I owned them, all would be good and clean in the World.
Summary: KWIZ's Billy Batson follows a story to Smallville and teams up with Chloe....Captain Marvel and Clark team up as well...
Word Count: WIP; so far:
Written: Start: 1/30/05 Finished: ???
Chapter Two Link:
http://the-satyr-icon.livejournal.com/64147.html#cutid2
~Pantheon~
~Chapter Three~
Professor Sivana came to Smallville, and Hell came with him.
Deep in sub-basement G-15 of the Cadmus-Kathryn Neopharmaceuticals Laboratory in the outskirts of town, Sivana, the original 'Mad Scientist', a five foot one, thin, bald, wizened old man in a white buckled lab-smock and pants, huge black boots, and absurdly thick glasses looked at the hundreds of test tubes he brought from Fawcett City. He had more but ...
Fawcett City
To the residents of the city, the abandoned tool-die factory was a sign of economic downturn. To Sivana, it was home. Here, in the dark, in the dust and cobwebs, he created his bizarre machines and his genetic freaks, all for one purpose: control. Control of the city, control of the country eventually. But more importantly, control of the menace that had kept his grandiose ideas housed in an abandoned factory. Control of Captain Marvel.
The tiny man shivered. Just thinking of that menace made the mad scientist quake. What Sivana didn't know was that the Captain was a being of magic and mortal combined: when 14 year old Billy Batson, reporter for WHIZ-TV in Fawcett City, said the name of an ancient wizard, SHAZAM, the teen was magically transformed into the world's mightiest mortal, Captain Marvel. Each letter in the mystical name came from a God that imbued him with something special: S stood for Solomon, from whom Captain Marvel received wisdom; Hercules gave strength; Atlas gave the gift of stamina; Zeus bestowed power; Achilles gave the gift of courage; and finally, Mercury gave Captain Marvel the gift of speed. In addition to all that, he could fly. All these gifts made the Captain a superhuman being. He was epitome of all that is good. He was the polar opposite of Sivana.
Because of Captain Marvel's constant interference, Sivana was actually glad to be leaving the city for some out-of-the-way town: Smallville. Lionel Luthor, the business magnate made Sivana a deal, one that Sivana couldn't pass up. He remembered that Lionel was behind his desk when he entered the office.
"Dr. T.B. Sivana...How wonderful to finally meet such genius," Lionel said with perfect insincerity.
"I was nearing... thrilling scientific breakthroughs ...in My work," The little man said in raspy staccato bursts and drew closer to the desk. Lionel's finger was on the panic button, ready. "I was close... to accomplishing ...several goals. And you call me in... to tell me... that I am a genius? I KNOW THAT, LUTHOR! Get... To... The... Point."
"So brusque, so ...angry," Lionel said with a smile that hid his anger; no one before spoke to the Lion like that in his den.
"Don't forget to add 'so very dangerous'," Sivana said. "Talk, Luthor."
"I just acquired Cadmus-Katheryn Neopharmaceuticals. You know how they are becoming leaders in the field of bio-genetics," Lionel informed.
"Yes yes yes," Sivana said. He seemed to perpetually move, think, plan ahead. "Speak more."
"I want you to you to conduct your...experiments for me, using CKNP's labs and equipment," Luthor proposed.
"I see," Sivana said and actually stopped moving. His radical experiments were always done on the run, never conducted the same place for more than two weeks at a time. The idea intrigued him. "Build a lab in Fawcett City?"
"Alpha phase, yes," Lionel said; Fawcett City was to Sivana much like Metropolis was to Lionel. 'Except don't have to hide,' Lionel thought. "You will be safe and secure."
"Alpha?" Sivana looked at Luthor.
"Then the Omega phase ends in Smallville," Lionel finished. He explained his theories and they genuinely excited Sivana. "So, are we in agreement?"
"Yes," Sivana said. "I will cultivate the worms in Fawcett City. Then bring them to Smallville to flourish."
"I will fund everything," Lionel said. "But our names will not be involved and I will disavow any knowledge of you."
"Of course," Sivana nodded. "And you will clear any and all obstacles in our path? I seem to have acquired a rather marvelous nemesis..."
"Haven't we all, Sivana?" Lionel asked. "Haven't we all?"
They shook hands and Lionel was surprised at the old man's strong grip, even though he didn't wince. Sivana left, back to Fawcett city, back to his beloved city, back to own bio-chemical war zone.
The boom rattled the basement and Sivana knew what would cause it. He looked at a security monitor. He saw another lightning bolt crash on the concrete outside. He cursed; the lighting bolt was the good Captain's calling card. He went to a console and pressed a button. 25 of his hench-mechas ratcheted to life. The simplistic design of the mechas hadn't changed in years; they looked like harmless clockwork mannequins, some tall, some short, a few bulky, others streamlined, each a conglomeration of gears spinning, cogs whirring, and levers clicking. But the technology was cutting edge. The Clockwork Mechas looked amusing, but they were built to kill; the Fawcett City Police Department could attest to that: they were still finding pieces of their former chief of police. The heads of the machines swiveled and lifeless visual sensors spotted their maker and waited for instructions. 'Babbage was a pansy,' Sivana thought when he looked at his army.
"Protect Me. Attack and Destroy Captain Marvel," said the little deadly man.
The mechas moved with a speed that belied their cumbersome appearance. They raced outside. Sivana smiled and watched the mechas swarm around the Captain, the smaller mechas already shooting lasers. The mechas rushed Captain Marvel and Sivana's smile went away; Marvel was tossing aside the biggest one first and drove his fists into the rest of on-comers. The blades, the saws, the lasers, the missile projectiles that the mechas had in their arsenals hit Marvel and shoved the Captain back.
"Aww...That's nothing," The Captain said to the advancing robots and raced headlong into them again. He knew that they were a deadly barrier between him and Sivana, and Sivana was deadliest of them all. Several of metal hands of the mechas grabbed hold of the Captain's tunic, his hair, his arms and while he flailed and hurled the clockwork beasts aside, more would try to stop him, or worse, deliver the kill shot. The Captain gritted his teeth and threw roundhouse blows, scattering the gear shaft gang.
WHAM!
Captain Marvel was pounded deep into the asphalt by Sivana's largest mechas, the Megatroids. Marvel shook his head and wiped the gravel from his hair. "So its gunna be like that?" Marvel asked and his reply was whirring of the motors in the robot. In a blink, Marvel flew and twisted the arm of the killbot and grabbed the headpieces of two other mechas and tore them off. He knew that the mechas were allowing Sivana to sneak off and the Captain knew he had to charge into the factory. Marvel spread his arms wide and shot himself into the air like a cannonball, scooping the mechas in front of him, flying and smashing through the the brick wall of the factory.
BOOM!
All of the windows in the factory shattered and there was a shudder in the entire factory that told Sivana that Marvel got through the mad-scientist's line of defense. He looked at his 2 best mechas. He named them, even, a folly that he attributed to his old age. "Himmler, Eichmann...Protect Me. We leave now."
The mechas listened and the wizened killer was carried by Himmler and both mechas ran through the upper levels of the factory, and he heard the sounds of battle, between his remaining, operating mechas and Marvel. The mechas got into a freight elevator and they made it to the roof.
"Eichmann, the gyro...Himmler...cover fire," the little man barked and the mechas complied; the first mecha revealed the gyro copter Sivana himself built, and the second mecha went into a battle stance, ready to open machine-gun fire on Marvel. When Eichmann was done prepping the 'copter it went into a battle stance as well. Below them, Sivana heard the battle between the other mechas and Captain Marvel raged into the factory. Lights flickered and the walls cracked. A section of the ceiling broke away behind the 'copter.
“To me!” Sivana yelled and Himmler and Eichmann retreated. With that, Sivana piloted up into the night.
"Goodbye Fawcett City. To Hell with you, Marvel!" Sivana smiled. He laced the factory with explosives for just this moment. He pressed a pressed a button on the 'copter's console and the entire factory imploded, 5 stories caving in on each other. Gas barrels and oil barrels exploded. The entire city block shook. The factory, once standing proud, now lie in ruins. The dust carried microbes that would sicken the populace for weeks.
The tiny frail-looking man went to Smallville, and Hell went with him.
But he left one thing behind.
Below, amid the wreckage, a hand broke through the rubble. A broad shouldered figure pulled himself out from the metal, concrete and brick torn asunder from the multiple explosions. Captain Marvel stood, all 6 foot 3 inches of power and justice. The sleeves of his bright red uniform with the iconic yellow lightning-bolt on the chest were smudged from the smoke billowing and he wiped off the ashes from the fire and crumbs from the rubble off his face. He flung his white half-cape back over his shoulder and shook his yellow boot from the shattered brick. He looked around and he spotted a box and before the box caught on fire, he read on it "Luthorcorp". Flames engulfed Captain Marvel harmlessly and he smiled; Sivana could never hide for too long.
Captain Marvel was going to Smallville, and Justice was coming with him.
CHAPTER FOUR LINK:
http://the-satyr-icon.livejournal.com/64505.html#cutid2