This is Seimika's character and story idea. If it sucks, blame him.
This story is the first time I've ever written an OC in fanfiction. Usually leave those for when I attempt to write original stories...
I do not own anything, not even the idea behind this OC....
He wasn't really looking where he ran. He couldn't hear anything but them. They were in his head. He was just trying to outrun them, outrun the voices, outrun the screams. He stumbled blindly through the patch of woods that surrounded the place that he had called home for as long as he could remember.
He didn't notice when he came out of them and onto the road until he registered another screeching noise. He stood frozen, unable to move as the car barreled towards him. It finally screeched to a halt a foot from him.
He stared, dazed, as a woman got out of the drivers seat. He thought she said something but he wasn't really paying attention. He couldn't hear anything beyond the voices.
When she tried to get closer, he backed away instinctively. She caught him off guard, though, when she reached out and touched his arm. He tensed, ready for what would happen but this lady was different.
She was concerned. Concerned for him, actually. The feeling, something he had never experienced before, drowned out the other voices . He hesitated for a moment before reaching up and touching her face.
It was calming in a way that he had never experienced. This woman, she wasn't just pretty on the outside. She radiated concern, warmth, love. Despite everything he had learned he let her pull him to her.
He stood stiffly at the front of the group, staring as the casket was lowered into the ground. He didn't look over at the man beside him, dressed in his uniform. The man who was supposed to be his father. He didn't know about that. He hardly even knew the man.
She was the one who had taken him in after all. She was the one who had made the decision. He felt sort of...hollow as he watched. He didn't know what he would be like without her. Without the one person that he didn't have to flinch away from.
"You the Major's kid?" Someone asked. He tore his gaze from his adoptive father and the man that he had been speaking to, an old friend he said, to meet the eyes of a girl with dark blonde hair.
"Lois Lane," she said with a seriousness that didn't match her age. "That one's my dad." He nodded but didn't offer his own name. This didn't seem to bother Lois, however.
"Come on," she jumped up and grabbed his arm before he could stop her. "Let's go do something." He stared at her in shock.
"What?" He didn't answer her, but did follow when she tugged on his arm again. He let her clasp hands with him, still in shock that when she touched his hand, he got nothing off her. "Well?" She asked, turning to him with a frown.
"My name's Daimon." He said finally with a shrug and a small smile.
"You have to promise," Lois said stubbornly. She had her arms crossed and she was blocking his way out of his room.
"Promise what?" Daimon asked, not even looking up from the magazine he had laid out on his bed.
"You know what," when he looked up, she was glaring at him now. He rolled his eyes.
"Why are you so worried about this? I can take care of myself, you know?"
"Right," Lois said skeptically. He scowled at her.
"You know, Lois, I did have a life before I met you." She smirked.
"That may be true but what kind of life was it without me in it?" He shook his head with a smile. Truthfully, his life hadn't been so great before he'd met her. She was the first and only person that he had ever truly connected with after his mother and she was the only person that he had ever told his secrets to.
"Promise me," she repeated, coming closer and staring him down. Lois could be intimidating when she wanted to be. Fortunately for him, he'd known her for years now.
"You know I can't," he said after a moment, quietly. Lois sighed and let her arms drop.
"You can. You just don't want to." He was the one glaring now.
"Right," he scoffed, "it's so easy for you. People don't think you're crazy every time you touch them." Lois shrugged.
"Well, maybe not when I touch them but I'm pretty sure people still think I'm crazy." He stared at her for a moment and shook his head again, his anger fading as fast as it had come.
"Well, if you'd stop kicking people maybe that wouldn't happen." Lois grinned for a moment before her expression turned serous.
"Look, you're leaving tomorrow and I'd just feel better knowing that you'll have at least one friend in Smallville. Chloe is a good person." He stared at her a moment.
"Fine, I'll talk to her," he said finally if only just to make her feel better. He doubted her cousin would be any different than anyone else. What were the chances that he found another person that could deal with his weirdness?
He hated planes. He'd been in his fair share but that didn't change the fact that he hated them. Being trapped in a relatively small space with dozens of people wasn't his idea of fun.
When he was in a confined space like this and with so many people, touch wasn't always necessary. It was almost suffocating. He had his headphones on, blaring music as loud as he could to try and drown it out. He really hated planes.
It was a relief when they finally drove into Smallville. Not that he was looking forward to coming back here but after the plane ride and the drive from Metropolis he needed to get out.
He stood by his father's car after they had gotten out and stared up at the small house that he remembered from when he was kid. He noticed that another car was parked nearby. His father looked slightly uncomfortable.
"I figured you'd need something to get around in," he explained. "I had an old friend bring it down." Daimon walked over to the car and tried his best at a convincing smile.
"It's great," he grabbed a bag and started towards the door. Monday he'd be starting Smallville High. He wasn't particularly looking forward to that either.
It wasn't his alarm clock that woke Daimon up that morning. Like usual, he hadn't set it, knowing that his phone would. The music that blared from his phone, some pop band he'd never even listened to, was a last minute gift from her.
Flipping his phone open briefly, he rolled his eyes at the text message Lois had sent him and wondered how she always managed to get him up in the morning even if she slept in too late to make it to classes.
He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth but didn't even bother with his hair. His hair stuck up on it's own now, he didn't need gel for that.
After he had dressed, making sure that his gloves were secure and that the sleeves on his sweatshirt covered everything he picked up his phone and grinned for a moment before dialing Lois' number. No doubt she was really still asleep. He thought that she sent him these messages while asleep. His grin widened at the thought of the death metal that he knew would wake her up. Or maybe, make the headache from a possible hangover worse.
Pocketing his phone and picking up his backpack, he headed out. His grin completely faded when he thought about the coming day. He was not looking forward to his first days in Smallville High. He wasn't really used to staying in one place for long periods of time and Smallville was as small as they come.
Retired army Major Darren Jacobs, his adoptive father, was already gone when he came downstairs. He had spent two years here in Smallville when he was younger after Jamie Jacobs, Darren's wife, had found him before she died.
Even after all these years, he still didn't do well with connecting to people. He didn't like large crowds and it was really a fluke, and her stubbornness, that had gotten him the only close friend that he'd ever truly had.
Well, there was one good thing about him moving back here for good, he thought as he walked out and unlocked the door to the car that Darren had bought him. He figured that Darren probably felt guilty about them not being closer but he liked it this way.
Darren never pushed or invaded his privacy. If he said he was fine, Darren would believe him. He had the feeling that, even though it had been years, Darren still wasn't too sure about him, about how he should act around a teenager.
When he pulled into the parking lot of Smallville High, he took a moment to stare at the bright building. He wasn't used to small town communities. He wasn't even used to staying in places for long periods of time. It was odd to think of how long some of these kids families had lived in this town.
The office was easy to find and he walked up to the lady behind the front desk, still feeling a little out of place. The short walk through the halls hadn't helped much.
"Excuse me?" He said, finally catching her attention and she looked up, smiling at him.
"Can I help you?"
"I think so. I just moved here..." Her smile brightened considerably at that.
"Oh, yes," she reached into her desk and pulled out a small file, "you're Daimon, right? Daimon That...Thanatos?" He grimaced slightly at the mispronunciation and nodded. "You're father called this morning, I believe."
"Now, that's your schedule," she handed him a piece of paper, "and we'll have another student show you around. Show you how to get to your classes."
Just a little while later, he was being led around the school by a pretty girl with long dark hair and green eyes by the name of Lana Lang. He kept the appropriate distance from her as he walked and answered her when she asked him something but mostly he kept silent. He did stop short at the room that held a few computers, obviously where they ran the school newspaper.
"Here's we are," Lana finally said, stopping a short distance away at another classroom. "You've got English first, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Lana nodded, smile still in place but she did seem a little put off by his short answers. He felt a little bit guilty about that. She was a nice girl. Still, he left her out in the hall without another word and headed for the back of the classroom.
"You're new," a voice said from his side and he turned and met a pair of light, almost grey, green eyes. When he noticed the short blond hair, he turned fully to her, unable to help himself.
"Yes. I just moved here today. How did you guess?" She shrugged.
"I'm a reporter, this town is tiny and we don't get many new people..." He couldn't help the smile.
"And Lois called you?" He guessed.
"There is that," she grinned back at him, "Chloe Sullivan." He took her hand, his still gloved when she held it out. Good thing, too. He didn't need her to think he was insane on their first meeting. She didn't comment on it and he guessed the only reason for that was Lois. Even though he was confident that Lois would never reveal his secrets, he was also confident that Lois would have given her warnings about prying into some of his weirder habits.
"Daimon Thanatos," he answered. She raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting name." He shrugged.
"It's Greek," he said shortly. He'd been a little bit taken aback when he found out what it meant a couple of years after he'd been adopted.
"So, how do you like so far in our tiny little town?" Daimon shrugged again.
"I've been here before. Lived here for two years when I was a kid."
"Right, so do you-" She cut off when the teacher walked in and mouthed a later to him before turning to the front. He turned as well.
Lois had told him some about her when she found out that he would be going to Smallville High. He wasn't too sure how he felt about making friends with a reporter, even a high school newspaper reporter. Especially with what Lois had told him about her.
He'd shoved his gloves in his pocket after the teacher had gotten started. He wasn't really prepared for this kind of day, for living in this kind of place. He separated from Chloe after English after she forced a promise that he would meet her for lunch.
The rest of his morning was pure hell and he made a vow to never take his gloves off again after the next two classes were finished. By the time lunch rolled around, he had a massive headache.
Chloe waited outside the lunchroom doors, watching for a sign of Daimon. She had gotten a call from Lois just a week ago, explaining that he was a friend of hers and making Chloe promise to look out for him.
Lois hadn't really gone into too much detail about him, only that he didn't have a lot of friends and that he had a few weird quirks, like the glove thing. Chloe had already figured that one out, though. He didn't like people touching him.
When she finally saw him coming down the hall, she felt a spike of worry at the obviously pained look on his face and the way he had his arm crossed close to his body. When he saw her, though, his face smoothed out but she could still see it in his eyes.
"Hey!" She said brightly, pushing her aside her own curiosity.
"Hi," he stopped a few feet away from her.
"Come on." She said after a moment, waving a hand. "I want you to meet my friends."
Chloe dragged him over to a table. He noticed the fact that she kept a grip on his shirt and was careful not to touch his skin. Lois must have warned her about some of his quirks. Two boys were already sitting at the table she took him to.
"Pete, Clark, this is Daimon. He's new, grew up with my cousin." Daimon shook hands with Pete and then Clark.
"Nice to meet you," Clark said as he took his hand with a bright smile. Daimon stilled when Clark took his hand. He was wearing his gloves but he felt...something when he took Clark's hand.
"You too," He sat down across from Clark, his headache intensifying a little bit. He frowned slightly.
"Are you alright?" Clark asked, frowning himself.
"I'm fine," he said quietly, staring down at the tray that Chloe placed in front of him, not feeling hungry at all.
Chloe frowned in concern as she watched Daimon out of the corner of her eye. He didn't speak much as they ate. In fact, he didn't really eat himself. Lois would kill her if anything happened to him. She smiled slightly at the memory of how protective Lois had sounded when she talked about him. She almost sounded like a big sister.
After they had finished eating, she took him to the Torch office to show him what she did. He followed her, if somewhat reluctantly.
"So, what do you think?" She asked.
"It's nice," he said politely, walking around. He frowned when he got to the back and stared at her wall. "What's this?"
"I call it the Wall of Weird," she said, rather proudly. "See, I have this theory. You lived here when you were a kid? You know about the meteor show, right?" A dark look passed over his eyes and he nodded.
"Yeah, I remember that." Chloe nodded, frowning slightly at the look in his eyes and wondering if he had been in town when the meteor's hit. She knew that a lot of people's lives had been destroyed that day. She only had to talk to Lana to know that. He stared at her wall, reading some of the articles and gave her a skeptical look.
"You believe in this stuff? Sounds like the kinda thing you'd see in a tabloid. Like big foot or the Roswell aliens."
"Yeah, well. I'd say that too except I've lived here for a while now and I've seen things like this."
"What does it have to do with the meteors, though?"
"That's the thing," Chloe grinned, her eyes lighting up in excitement. "I think it's the meteor's have had certain effects on people in town."
"What kind of effects?" He asked, staring at her, thinking of his own experience with the meteor's.
"It sort of changes people, I guess. Gives them something extra." Daimon turned back to the articles, stunned. He had guessed this himself, but it was just a guess. He had been so young when the meteors hit, he hadn't ever known for sure but this would surely explain it.
"A lot of people think it's from the Luthorcorp plant, contaminating the land but I don't think so." This brought him out of his thoughts and he grimaced slightly.
"The Luthor's don't live here, do they?"
"Actually Lex does," she said, watching him carefully. "Clark's pretty good friends with him."
"Clark's friends with Lex Luthor?" He repeated, shocked. Chloe nodded.
"Clark saved his life, actually." Daimon froze. He was living in the same town as Lex Luthor. Lois had bullied him into making friends with three people that were good friends with a Luthor. He didn't know Lex, but he did know the man's father. Oh, he was going to kill Lois.