Reincarnation In Smallville

Clark's House

Clark was calmly cutting a sandwich, but his mind was elsewhere. He glanced at the clock on the wall, the ticking sound echoing in the silence of the kitchen.

"My dad needs help with the farm," he murmured to himself, thoughtful. "Especially with my mom being pregnant."

The bread in his hand felt heavier than it should. He sighed deeply, feeling the growing weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

VRRRRUM!

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway brought Clark back to the present. He left the plate on the counter and walked to the living room.

Tina opened the door energetically, her ever-present smile on her face. "Clark! We're back! I'm starving, but first, a shower!"

She breezed past him, heading upstairs while leaving her boots at the entrance. Clark watched with a tired smile.

Diana came in right after, the wind playing with loose strands of her hair. "Clark," she said, approaching him and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "Today I saw something that bothered me."

Clark held her hands, his eyes searching hers. "What was it, Diana? Something serious?"

Diana sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag. "A man was arguing with workers at a construction site. He said the land was sacred, but they ignored him."

Clark tilted his head, his gaze narrowing with curiosity. "Sacred land? That sounds like something worth looking into."

Diana crossed her arms, thoughtful. "I thought he would be taken seriously, but he seemed to be alone. The situation felt... off."

Clark felt a memory surface like an echo in his mind. Kyla Willowbrook, he thought, recalling the girl who could turn into a wolf. Memories of the Kawatche cave and the secrets hidden there came to mind, but he pushed the thought away. Now wasn't the time to revisit that.

Clark gently held Diana's arm, his voice calm. "If it bothered you, maybe you should get involved. You might discover something interesting."

Diana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what about you? What will you do while I handle this?"

Clark smiled faintly, heading back to the kitchen. "Finish my second Harry Potter book. And help my dad on the farm."

Diana let out a soft laugh, but her expression remained serious. "Tomorrow, Tina and I will go there. I want to understand what's going on."

Clark nodded, supporting her firmly. "That's a good idea. Just be careful. If you need help, let me know."

She touched his face, her smile carrying a mix of affection and determination. "I know how to take care of myself, Clark. But thank you for trusting me."

Clark watched her leave the room and, after a moment of reflection, went to the office. He sat in front of the computer, turning it on while adjusting his glasses. "I think it's time to finish the second book," he murmured to himself.

The pages of *Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets* awaited him, and Clark leaned forward, immersed in his writing. He knew Diana would find her own path, while he fulfilled his mission for the day—whether in a magical world or on his family's fields.

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Construction Site – Night

The sky was dark, with the stars barely visible behind the heavy clouds. The soft sound of the wind mixed with the rustling of leaves on the nearby trees. Dan Hammond, the foreman, was adjusting the nozzle of the gas pump on one of the trucks, the strong smell of fuel filling the air.

CRACK!

The sound of branches breaking echoed through the forest. Dan stopped abruptly, his heart racing as he looked toward the edge of the construction site's lighting.

"Who's there?" he shouted, his voice firm but with a slight tremor. He let go of the gas pump, the liquid continuing to spill onto the ground, creating a growing puddle.

RUSTLE!

More sounds came from the trees, and Dan quickly drew his flare gun. He turned his body, aiming toward the noise, his fingers steady on the trigger.

GRAWWRR!

Suddenly, a white wolf burst from the darkness, its eyes glowing with an eerie intensity. Dan barely had time to react before the animal slammed into him, knocking him to the ground.

THUD!

Dan fell, the air escaping his lungs in a choked groan. The flare gun slipped from his hand, landing a few feet away. He looked at the wolf, which growled but seemed hesitant, its eyes shifting between Dan and the forest.

"No! Get away!" Dan shouted, reaching for the flare gun.

The wolf, startled by the shouts, took a step back. Its eyes fixed on the man for another moment before it turned and ran back into the darkness of the forest.

WHOOSH!

Dan grabbed the flare gun, panting. But as he raised it, his face twisted in horror. The device slipped from his trembling hands, falling directly into the puddle of spilled gasoline.

TCHFFF!

The sound of the impact was followed by a spark that illuminated the area in a second of terror. The fire spread quickly through the gasoline, forming a blazing line that led straight to the truck's fuel tank.

"No! No, no, no!" Dan shouted, trying to retreat, but his feet seemed glued to the ground.

BOOOOOM!

The explosion shook the construction site, a wave of heat and light consuming everything around. Dan's scream was swallowed by the roar of the fire, while the white wolf, now distant, stopped for a moment, looking back before disappearing completely into the forest's darkness.

The night returned to silence, except for the crackling of flames that now danced fiercely across the construction site.

.....

Clark's House – Seconds Before the Explosion

The Kent household was silent, wrapped in the serenity of the night. The only sound was the soft ticking of the clock on the living room wall. In Clark's room, the dim light was interrupted only by the silvery moonlight slipping through the half-open curtains.

Clark was lying in bed, his face serene, but his senses never fully turned off. Diana was nestled beside him, her hair falling softly on the pillow as she slept. Her movements were subtle, almost imperceptible, but Clark could feel each one.

BOOM!

The distant explosion cut through the silence like a blade. Clark's eyes opened instantly, the bright reflection briefly illuminating the bedroom walls. He lay still for a moment, listening intently. Diana stirred slightly in his arms, her face burying deeper into his chest.

Clark looked at her, her features relaxed in sleep. He ran his fingers through her hair, a light and protective touch. Thoughts began to swirl in his mind, but he quickly pushed them away.

'Ah, I knew I was forgetting something... but you know what? Screw it. I'll deal with it tomorrow. I'll pretend I don't know anything.'

Clark let out a faint smile, an innocent and carefree expression, as if there were no worries in the world. He closed his eyes again, ignoring the distant orange glow coming from the direction of the construction site.

"Diana..." Clark murmured, almost unconsciously, as Diana moved a little closer to him, still asleep. Her gentle breathing was a reminder that, at least for now, he could relax.

He let out a peaceful sigh, holding her lightly before drifting back to sleep.

"Too much noise for nothing," he murmured to himself, half-jokingly. "It can wait until tomorrow."

And with that, Clark slipped back into the comfort of sleep, the faint smile still lingering on his lips, as if the distant explosion were just another irrelevant detail in his peaceful night.

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Luthor Mansion

The luxurious Luthor mansion was enveloped in darkness, except for the faint light of a bedside lamp next to Lionel. He was sleeping deeply, his relaxed face contrasting with his usual cold and calculating demeanor. The nighttime peace was abruptly interrupted by the insistent ringing of his cell phone on the nightstand.

RING RING!

Lionel opened his eyes slowly, the sound piercing through his sleep. He blinked a few times before reaching out, fumbling for the phone without any real desire to answer it.

RING RING!

"Who dares to wake me at this hour?" Lionel muttered, his voice heavy with irritation. He grabbed the phone and answered with a brusque gesture, barely bothering to hide his frustration.

"This better be important," he said sharply, rubbing his face with his free hand.

"Mr. Luthor," began the voice on the other end, hesitant, "there's been an explosion at one of LuthorCorp's construction sites."

Lionel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to contain his growing irritation. "And you thought it wise to inform me of this now, in the middle of the night? Couldn't it have waited until morning?"

"Sorry, sir," the subordinate replied, clearly uncomfortable. "But we thought it might be something more serious. It might not have been an accident. The police will investigate."

Lionel opened his eyes, now fully awake. He sat up in bed.

"Are you suggesting sabotage? Listen carefully, I don't tolerate unfounded assumptions. Make sure this is thoroughly investigated before alarming me again."

"Yes, sir. We'll look into it and report any updates immediately," the subordinate replied, trying to sound confident.

Lionel sighed, leaning over to grab a glass of water from the nightstand. "Make sure the police receive the... proper guidance. I don't need incompetent agents interfering with LuthorCorp's business."

"Understood, sir. We'll handle it," the subordinate said before hanging up.

Lionel placed the phone back on the table, his gaze fixed on the wall. For a moment, he remained still, reflecting on the call.

"Explosion... sabotage..." he murmured to himself, his mind already mapping out possibilities and strategies.

"If this turns out to be more than an accident, someone will pay dearly for interrupting my sleep," he said with a bitter smile. Lionel lay back down in bed. "But it can wait until tomorrow. After all, even the great titans need their rest."

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