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crack_van2008-11-09 10:45 pm
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SUPERMAN (R) by JustforSpite
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: none
Length: one-shot
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justforspite
Author Website: www.livejournal.com/users/justforspite
Why this must be read:
A lot of fic in the fandom is either plotty or shippy, but sometimes it's nice to be able to take a breath and enjoy reflection and a character study.justforspite takes the question of where Clark Kent ends and Kal-El begins and twists around into something haunting a beautiful.
I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore. I push and I try and for what? So everyone I care about will leave me? So everything I do feels like I’m just moving backwards? Why did you send me here? All we’ve done is hurt them. All I do is push people away. I can’t even look into someone’s eyes without being afraid that they’ll see past me.
He stood in the fortress, in the eerie lifeless silence. He looked up to his heritage and it was a skeleton. A dead thing.
Why couldn’t I just die with you? How many other children had? How many others were able to go wherever you people call the afterlife and why was I sent here alone? There wasn’t anything that made me special. Nothing made me different! Why did you choose me? Didn’t you ever think that I’d be here, all alone?!
He covered his face in his hands.
No . . . not alone. There are others, like me. The others like me and they’re monsters. I have to . . . I have to watch the people I care about die at the hands of people like me. Why?! What is it? Every person like me is evil. All they do is kill and they don’t care. They don’t CARE! And I have to fight them. I’m the only one who can and I do it alone. Why do I have to fight? I can’t just be me, who I was before you came into my life.
His eyes were red.
Were we like that? Is my history a lie? Is the only reason I’m not like that is because I was raised here? Is it me who’s different or is it this place? If it’s this place then, I don’t think I deserve it. I don’t have a right to it. Is that it? Is that it then? I wasn’t sent here to save them but to destroy them? All the death and suffering that followed me, is that it? Was that the plan? Is that why you chose me? Were you a monster father?
Superman
Pairing: none
Length: one-shot
Author on LJ:
justforspiteAuthor Website: www.livejournal.com/users/justforspite
Why this must be read:
A lot of fic in the fandom is either plotty or shippy, but sometimes it's nice to be able to take a breath and enjoy reflection and a character study.
justforspite takes the question of where Clark Kent ends and Kal-El begins and twists around into something haunting a beautiful.I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore. I push and I try and for what? So everyone I care about will leave me? So everything I do feels like I’m just moving backwards? Why did you send me here? All we’ve done is hurt them. All I do is push people away. I can’t even look into someone’s eyes without being afraid that they’ll see past me.
He stood in the fortress, in the eerie lifeless silence. He looked up to his heritage and it was a skeleton. A dead thing.
Why couldn’t I just die with you? How many other children had? How many others were able to go wherever you people call the afterlife and why was I sent here alone? There wasn’t anything that made me special. Nothing made me different! Why did you choose me? Didn’t you ever think that I’d be here, all alone?!
He covered his face in his hands.
No . . . not alone. There are others, like me. The others like me and they’re monsters. I have to . . . I have to watch the people I care about die at the hands of people like me. Why?! What is it? Every person like me is evil. All they do is kill and they don’t care. They don’t CARE! And I have to fight them. I’m the only one who can and I do it alone. Why do I have to fight? I can’t just be me, who I was before you came into my life.
His eyes were red.
Were we like that? Is my history a lie? Is the only reason I’m not like that is because I was raised here? Is it me who’s different or is it this place? If it’s this place then, I don’t think I deserve it. I don’t have a right to it. Is that it? Is that it then? I wasn’t sent here to save them but to destroy them? All the death and suffering that followed me, is that it? Was that the plan? Is that why you chose me? Were you a monster father?
Superman
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