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| kittsbud | Fri Dec 30, 2005 2:53 pm Post #21 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Okay, things are far from fixed, but I found a lil time to get further along
;) Voices, at first quite distant, then becoming clearer echoed through his pounding skull. Girls’ voices, joking, and talking about how cute someone was if he didn’t look quite so much like… Dean groaned. There it was again, that name, Jason Teague. He squinted and rolled over, opening his eyes as he sat up straight on the Kent couch. The room was empty. The voices were coming from the nearby kitchen. He looked down, feeling something tight against his shoulder. His knife wound had been carefully redressed, and most of his clothes save his boxers removed. Dean raised a brow impishly, wondering if either of the girls he could hear had lent a hand in his undressing. He shook his head and glanced around. Someone had washed the blood from his jeans and returned them fully dried on the nearby table. A shirt sat atop the jeans, but it wasn’t Dean’s. He picked it up and scowled. “Great, they’re trying to turn me into a plaid-boy!” Despite his remark, he carefully began to tease one of Clark’s finest over his shoulder when the voices abruptly came closer. “You’re awake?” Clark looked surprised that his guest had only been asleep just over an hour. “How do you feel?” He asked, perhaps a little more politely than he felt. “I’ll live.” Dean peered at the two girls that followed Clark in. On any other occasion he would have found them both pretty cute. Today, however, finding Sam took precedence over sweet talking the opposite sex. “Listen, I really wish I could sit and chat, but I have to get to my car and find…” “Your brother,” Chloe finished the sentence for him. “We know. Clark told us what happened. That’s why we’re here.” She pulled up the nearest chair to the couch and set down her laptop. Lois Lane followed suit, never once taking her eyes from Dean. He was just too much like the ex Smallville high football coach for her to get her head around. Dean wasn’t complaining. He kind of liked the attention. “Just remember it’s Dean, not Jason.” He winked. Lois scowled back. This guy was a real Romeo and a cheeky one at that. She’d met his type before. “I don’t know which is worst, the rogue or the geek.” She looked from Dean to Clark, but both men ignored her. Instead, they focused on Chloe, who was now tapping away furiously at her computer. “I asked Chloe over because she’s a bloodhound. If anyone can find out about your brother, it’s Chloe.” Clark leaned forward. “She’s so good even the Daily Planet snapped her up.” He smiled at Chloe as he spoke. Dean wasn’t impressed. Being a reporter was one thing, dealing with spooks was another, and he’d yet to learn of Chloe’s meteor freak-catching exploits. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you don’t even know Sam. How the hell can you help me find him?” As he spoke, Dean continued to dress, unabashed. “Because he’s not the only person that’s gone missing in Smallville lately.” Chloe loved to get the better hand. She turned her laptop around and let Dean read the articles she’d searched out. “Three high school kids have vanished in the past two months, only to be found dead later in this church yard…the coroner can only say that their hearts stopped…” Dean paused from buttoning his shirt. At the mention of a church, he couldn’t help but think of something anything but holy. He nudged forward on the couch and took a look at what he was being offered. “Any reason why you think the bodies were dumped in this particular church?” His brow furrowed, and he looked Chloe straight in the eye. Chloe was ready for him. “Well, the old cemetery has earned itself quite a reputation recently. Devil worship rumors, all kinds of things. Some say the old place even has a mysterious stairway to hell. It probably started as some high school prank or pledge, but now with the killing…” “Something wrong?” Clark noted his guest was nodding as Chloe spoke, and he didn’t look too happy. “Let’s just say, all rumors usually have a grain of truth to them. If this is a high school thing, something had to start the idea.” Dean shot Clark a look that said ‘you don’t wanna know Mister.’ “I know this legend, and I know I need to find Sammy now more than ever…” Dean stood up from the couch and was relieved that he was no longer feeling light headed. He looked to Chloe. “Can you dig up some more on this? There are things I need to be sure about.” His tone said he wasn’t going to elaborate further yet. Chloe looked to Clark who nodded. “I can get right on it,” she agreed. “But I’m guessing you’re not about to wait around while I gather the facts?” Dean smirked mischievously. “Sweetheart, ‘wait’ isn’t in my vocabulary.” Somehow, she had already known that. “Well where can I reach you?” “Mail me what you find out. I’m going to pick my laptop and some stuff up from the car before I go looking for Sam.” Dean borrowed Chloe’s pen and scribbled down his e-mail address. “We’re going to his car.” Clark corrected. “You might need a hand.” Dean huffed and rolled his eyes. Like some farmboy can watch my ass! He thought about it, even if he is an immortal farmboy at that. “Dude, if I needed a babysitter, I’d hire one!” He didn’t wait for a retort, and instead he sauntered past Clark and Lois and headed for the door. Clark watched till the newcomer was out of earshot and then spoke to Chloe, keeping his voice low. “While you’re in town investigating, can you do a search on this guy and his brother? There’s more to those two than just a family road trip.” Chloe thought so too. Dean was an enigma. He was charming one minute, sarcastic the next, but above all he was a mystery- and Chloe loved mysteries. She clipped her laptop shut. “Consider it done. Now, hadn’t you better hurry up before your ‘baby’ gets away?” Clark smiled. Chloe was fully aware he could catch Dean up in a heartbeat, and besides, he had the upper hand. “Oh, he’s not going far.” The teen turned and looked through the still swinging door. “He was unconscious when I brought him home. He doesn’t know his way back to the car.” “I know his type. It won’t stop him trying…” Lois offered, after being uncharacteristically silent for two minutes. “You better watch him, Smallville, he may just be after your title of small town hero.” With that she slipped past Clark in pursuit of the elder Winchester. Clark groaned in response and gave chase after the pair. Putting up with Lois and Dean Winchester was just too much- even for an alien. * * * * Sam Winchester didn’t know where he was, or how he had gotten there. All he knew was that it was dark- so dark that he couldn’t see even the tiniest flicker of light from anywhere in the room. But then, was it even a room in the normal sense of the word? Sam doubted it. Since he had awakened, all he had felt was the ever present sensation of damp air, and cold stone under his body. He was tied with what felt like thick rope or twine, hands bound together behind his back. As far as he could tell, he was alone- unless he was in a room full of the dead, and in his line of work, even that was a distinct possibility. “Dean?” The younger brother muttered his sibling’s name, even though he knew there would be no reply. If Dean was here, he’d be causing a ruckus by now. What if my kidnapper already killed him? It was a thought he couldn’t banish, but one that he would not accept. No, Dean hadn’t been taken. Somehow, maybe through his own extra perceptiveness, he knew Dean had been left behind in the Impala. Sam squirmed. He shouldn’t have even mentioned to Dean about the co ordinates their father had sent them. Dean had been injured on their last ‘hunt,’ and it was still too early for him to be fighting again. I have to escape and make sure he’s okay. Sam let his bound hands slip to the floor, feeling his way about the place he had been incarcerated in. Abruptly, he wished he had left them resting on his back. The floor was awash with something- something sticky and wet like a disembowelled animal’s entrails. He recoiled, unable to get the sensation of touching dead flesh from his mind. The gooeyness clung to his fingers, and he craved for a towel and water to wash of the foulness. Part of him wanted to wretch, because he had no real clue what he had just run his fingers through. Maybe it’s nothing… A sound broke him from his sickening dilemma, and he craned his head towards it. As he turned, a thin shaft of light opened up from high above. Sam squinted, his tired eyes struggling to adjust to light after so much darkness. He remained silent; waiting to see what came next. The opening was tiny, like a peephole, nothing more. Someone’s watching me… The circular aperture remained open, but the watcher decided it was time for an introduction. Sam took down a breath and held it as his host entered his makeshift cell. No doorway opened. No wall slid back, and yet still a small, darkly clad figure emerged into the room just left of the peephole. Sam wanted to say his eyes were playing tricks, but he had seen this before. His captor had just walked through a solid granite wall, and was now peering down at him from the top of a long and very steep granite staircase. Sam shuddered. It was like looking at the devil atop the stairway to hell. TBC.... |
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| Carrie01 | Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:39 pm Post #22 |
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Protector of Jonathan's Legacy
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Oh, this is so good, but it is getting really creepy now! Are you sure that it isn't going to give me nightmares? :nooo: |
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| Knight/m | Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:48 pm Post #23 |
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:shakey: is scared.... cool :unsure: um more please :peek: |
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| Whiteflag | Fri Dec 30, 2005 8:36 pm Post #24 |
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Great story, great writing, fantastic job! Glad you are back in full force! :) |
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| Lor1513 | Fri Dec 30, 2005 8:38 pm Post #25 |
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Gotta Love That Good Old Smallville Feeling <3
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yikes
:unsure: :LOL: great update ;) :clap: |
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| Renee | Fri Dec 30, 2005 8:44 pm Post #26 |
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Don't mess with JS
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This is getting icky, Dawn! Did I speak too soon when I said you'd be gentle with us?
:huh: (Still love it so far, though!) |
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| clarksgirl | Sat Dec 31, 2005 9:43 am Post #27 |
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Look up and then tell me that boy is not hot!
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It's getting spooky!
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| roman1967 | Sat Dec 31, 2005 1:46 pm Post #28 |
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Can't Stay Away
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OK. This is awesome so far.... **makes sure all light bulbs are working in the house for when night comes** |
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| kittsbud | Sat Dec 31, 2005 6:58 pm Post #29 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Thank you everyone! We've had more setbacks at the Supernatural site which meant basically I have to redo EVERYTHING from the get go. I've been handcoding furiously today, and am going to take a break to write more spookiness tomorrow! Until then, have a GREAT and safe New Year ;) |
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| LoisLaneKent | Sat Dec 31, 2005 7:12 pm Post #30 |
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Can't Stay Away
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Now this would had made a better Halloween episode. :superbanana: |
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| kittsbud | Sun Jan 1, 2006 1:52 pm Post #31 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Now just think, if the rumors that Smallville and Supernatural might share a night next year, they could actually do a 2 hour special....:p Okay, seriously, I got some more done against the odds! The look of utter misery on Dean Winchester’s face said it all. In fact, Clark guessed it was as close as the tough guy was likely to come to crying in public. “Man, will you look what that freaking thing did to my car!” Dean flapped his hands in the air and glared at the rear end of the Impala as it leaned in mid air like a downed sentinel. “You’re alive. It’s just a piece of metal. You can buy a new one.” Lois looked at the Chevy as if it belonged in a junk yard anyway. Dean scowled at her. “Sweetheart, this is an American classic. It will be around when all your Honda’s are being recycled as tin cans.” To convince himself, he ran a hand along the back panel of the car and then cringed when he saw where the driver’s door used to be. As he looked more closely at the damage, he raised a brow and turned to Clark. “Just how did you get me out of there, dude?” Clark fidgeted and shrugged. “I guess the door was hanging off already when I got to you…” Lois nodded knowingly. “It’s best not to question how Smallville does it…” Dean intended questioning anyway. After all, there was something strange about this farmboy, and he needed to know if it was something evil or not. “How he does what?” he continued to scrutinize the car’s form, knowing the torn off door had once been impacted into it. “Plays the hero.” Lois smirked at Clark. She was enjoying watching him squirm as usual. “I think he’s saved more people in this county than the local fire department and cops combined.” Clark began to blush, and decided a change of topic was in order. He looked to Dean. “I thought you came here for your gear?” Dean took a last look at the Impala’s door frame and nodded. “It’s in the trunk.” He pointed up. “Think with our combined weight we can pull this baby down to earth?” “Maybe with Lois’ added weight,” Clark teased, earning a light cuff around the ear. “How does Lana put up with you, Smallville?” Lois grabbed the rear end of the car along with both men, and they tugged hard to try and bounce the car back to earth. After a moment, Clark was sure the Chevy wasn’t going to budge without a little extra help. “Try again…one, two, three!” While Dean and Lois began to huff, he gently added a little more downward pressure to the car until it began to creak. “She’s coming!” Dean cried out elatedly as his pride and joy crashed back down onto all four tires. He brushed loose dirt from its under body off of his hands and glanced to Clark. “Thanks, for the help. I can handle it from here.” “Famous last words…” Lois grinned and slipped past the elder Winchester to take a look into the car, her curiosity piqued. She reached out a hand to pop the trunk, but soon found Dean’s body in the way. “Something to hide, Mr. Doppelganger?” She beamed questioningly. “Only from nosy girls who might not know to handle what’s inside.” Dean smirked and kept a hand on the rear of the Chevy. No way was he letting farmboy and his sidekick see his hunting gear. Little did he know, Clark was already viewing what was inside. His eyes almost popped when he saw the vast array of guns, knives, wooden stakes and crosses. I would have thought gun runner, but what’s with the wooden stakes? More than ever Clark wanted to know what Chloe had found out. “Can’t you two just stop bickering and get what we came for? The quicker we get your laptop and gear, the quicker we find your brother!” At the mention of Sam, Dean sobered. “Alright, but I don’t want either of you two freaking out when I open this trunk. I have my reasons, and that’s all you need to know right now.” Clark and Lois nodded. Things were getting weird, even by Smallville’s standards, and a little knowledge was never a bad thing. Of course, Clark already knew what he was going to see. Lois on the other hand almost gasped in delight when the Impala finally revealed its treasure. “Oh my…” She walked forward. “You have an Uzi in you trunk…and is that C4..?” She began rifling through the weapons like a kid in a toy store, naming each item and wanting desperately to play with just like the General had taught her. Dean’s eyes widened and he looked to Clark for an explanation. Clark’s blue-green eyes sparkled. “She can probably use half of that stuff better than you. She’s an army brat.” Dean nodded uncertainly and began taking things back from Lois and stuffing them into a holdall. The two last items he added were the laptop, and his dad’s journal. “Do you really need two shotguns?” Clark wasn’t happy at seeing what was being taken along with them. Violence was bad enough, but weapons like that just asked to be used for trouble. “In fact, do you need any weapons? If you think this is that dangerous maybe you should leave it to the cops?” Dean had known the lecture was coming. The Kent kid sometimes reminded him of how Sam had used to be- always trying to avoid a confrontation with the bad guys, always wanting to find some non violent solution. Sammy had learned that dealing with the dead meant niceties weren’t an option, now it was Clark’s turn to learn too. “Some things don’t respond too well to sweet talking, trust me…” He was about to elaborate further when the sound of a thoroughbred engine made him look up. It was European; Dean knew that with its precisely tuned roar. He scowled, preferring his American muscle car. The Porsche turned the bend two second later, and at seeing the Impala in the roadway, its driver hit the brakes. “Helping yet another stranger in need, Clark?” Lex Luthor powered down his window and peered out, not yet seeing Dean’s features because of the open car trunk lid. Clark smiled, but it was forced. Lex was running against Jonathan for state senator, and he meant business. It was really hard to know just how far the bald businessman would go anymore. “You know me, Lex…” Lex craned his neck slightly to see if he recognized the driver of the damaged car. He balked when he got a clear view, and was obviously flustered. “Jas…” Dean cut him off with an exasperated expression. This was getting tiresome. “No, the name’s Winchester. I wish I had time to stand here and explain myself for the four hundredth time, but my car is trashed and my brother is missing. So, if you’ll excuse me…” With that he picked up the heavy holdall and winced as it tugged at his shoulder. Lex composed himself while Clark watched on, silently amused that his once friend had been gotten the better of. “Tell me, if you’re not a Teague, how does it just happen that someone so closely resembling Jason happens into Smallville?” “Dean was passing through with his brother when something weird flashed in front of their car.” Clark suddenly felt compelled to defend Dean, even though he didn’t really know him that well compared to Lex. “I found Dean unconscious behind the wheel earlier, but his brother Sam is missing…” Lex took in what he was being told, but it was easily apparent he didn’t buy Dean’s tale. The corners of his mouth curled into his customary wry smile and he focused his steely eyes on Dean. “It looks like you’re either creating an excuse to be here in Smallville, or perhaps fabricating a lie to cover your careless driving…” He has to be a Teague… Dean leaned close to the Porsche’s still open window. “You should know all about careless driving, Luthor. Driving off bridges seems to be a pastime of yours, doesn’t it?” Lex smiled and shifted his car back into first gear. “I wouldn’t go spreading any rumors about speeding shapes on the highway, Dean.” He emphasized the name, clearly not believing it. “This town has enough myths to contend with.” Lex looked up knowingly, “Doesn’t it, Clark?” Before the teen could answer, the billionaire sped away, churning wet dirt as he poured on the gas. “Nice guy.” Dean pointed towards the Kent pickup that they’d come here in. “Any chance we can go grab a beer somewhere and check out what your girlfriend has found for us?” Clark winced. “Chloe’s not my girl friend, and I don’t’ really drink, but I guess I know where we could go.” He looked up. “How did you know that was Lex Luthor?” Dean settled the holdall straps on his good shoulder and winked. “Because, dude, I’m smarter than the average bear…” He jerked a thumb towards the Dodge truck and then Lois. “Let’s get Miss Rambo here in your pickup before she decides to use my car as target practice.” Lois cocked her head and flicked her hair back. “Ya, know? That’s really not such a bad idea…” * * * * * Chloe brushed a wisp of stray blonde hair from her eyes and concentrated on her driving. She had to stay focused on the road, despite what she’d found out. It wasn’t the information on the local church where the dead kids that had been found that worried her; it was what she’d learned about the Winchesters. She’d forwarded the church data to Dean’s laptop before even starting a search on ‘Winchester.’ Now, she wished she hadn’t given out any information until she’d spoken to Clark. He would know what to do. Chloe chewed on her lip and applied just a little more gas as she headed for Hickory Lane and the Kent farm. The Kent’s have a killer in their house! Worse…they have a DEAD killer in their house! The VW veered a little as Chloe over-steered, and she knew she had to calm down. With a sigh she pulled the Beetle to the side of the road and tried to gather herself. “Okay, Sullivan, so the Winchesters are spook hunters. It’s not surprising some whackos like that come to Smallville is it?” She took a deep breath. Could Dean and Sam be after Clark? Could they have somehow figured out his secret and be trying to trap him? Chloe took a look at the report she had printed out from a newspaper in St Louis. This was the thing that scared her most. Dean Winchester was a dead man. He’d died months ago from a gunshot wound. Yeah, but look at the good part. He was wanted for murder! None of it made sense. If the brothers were spook hunters why would they kill anyone? And how had Dean survived? Clark came back from the dead… She shook herself. Clark was different. Clark was an alien. Exactly what Dean Winchester was, and why he was in Smallville was the real question, and Chloe intended to find out. Chloe put the printout on the passenger seat and slipped the car back into gear. It was time to get into the action. She applied the gas and felt the VW’s wheels slide slightly in the mud. This was the back track where Dean had ended up in a ditch. She knew she had to be careful how she steered. The Beetle responded to her light touch, gaining a grip on the treacherous road and moving forward at well below the speed limit. Chloe exhaled. Everything was going to be okay once she got to Clark. A noise made the young reporter look up. She had no way of describing it, but it was so eerie she couldn’t help but instinctively hit the brakes. The car swerved, nudging the edge of the dirt road and then skidding to halt. Chloe panted. Panic was taking over and she knew it. This was the road where a spook hunter said something had taken his brother… She glanced around, already feeling eyes watching her from the hedgerow. “It’s your imagination! Get a grip, girl!” Chloe reached for the wheel but something began to emerge from the field to her right- something darkly glad like a Jedi Knight. “Whoa, I’m being attacked by Anakin Skywalker…” It wasn’t really a time for mirth, and yet Chloe used it to fuel her self preservation instincts. The figure, or whatever it was blurred before her eyes, vanishing and then reappearing seconds later by her door. Chloe slammed down the locks, her eyes wide as she realized Dean Winchester had been telling the truth after all. Whatever it was, it had Clark’s speed. She fumbled for her cell phone, thinking she had precious moments while the person or thing tried to gain access. This time, her logic failed. As Chloe watched in horror a ghostly white hand moved towards the glass and then continued right on through it, grabbing her by the throat before she even had time to scream. TBC.... |
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| Renee | Sun Jan 1, 2006 2:17 pm Post #32 |
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Don't mess with JS
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Eek!
:blink: Great stuff! Keep it up! :P: |
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| Knight/m | Sun Jan 1, 2006 2:58 pm Post #33 |
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:evil3: cool...poor chloe always in the line of fire... :sadno: :clap: Lex made an appearance, is he gonna be in here some more…I just love my bald dude :P: |
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| kittsbud | Sun Jan 1, 2006 3:31 pm Post #34 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Lex's part was actually quite important... ;) |
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| Snarky | Mon Jan 2, 2006 10:21 am Post #35 |
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Chillingly delightful!! I'm glad you're writing again. :clap: |
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| Carrie01 | Mon Jan 2, 2006 11:31 am Post #36 |
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Protector of Jonathan's Legacy
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Great chapter, Dawn.
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:clap: :peek: Um, you did say that this wasn't going to be too scary ... :peek: ... didn't you? :peek: |
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| kittsbud | Mon Jan 2, 2006 2:58 pm Post #37 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Looks like things are starting to come out now...muahahahah... Clark slipped the Kent truck into a parking space and killed the engine. He hadn’t really wanted to take Dean drinking, but the thought had occurred to him that perhaps after a few beers the stranger might open up a little as to what he was up to. Clark also liked the idea of keeping someone so much like Jason Teague away from the farm until he was sure it was just a passing resemblance. “You call this a bar?” Dean raised a brow at the place Clark had taken him to. It was little more than a glorified coffee shop on the edge of town that just happened to sell the odd alcoholic beverage to its customers. Nevertheless, he climbed out, making sure he took his precious holdall with him. “Planning on a massacre?” Lois followed. Dean turned. “Nope, it’s just not safe to leave this kind of stuff in your truck.” He patted the bag and continued through the glass double doors after Clark. The trio took a corner seat. “Hey, can we get three beers over here?” Dean raised a hand to the old-timer behind the counter, but Clark stopped him. “Make that one beer, two coffees.” He looked to Lois. “You quit drinking, remember?” Lois scowled. “Yeah, well after spending the day with you two it’s a wonder I don’t need to start again!” She tapped the table in front of Dean as he gratefully took the beer that was brought to him. “So come on, Mr Mystery, let’s see what my cousin has sent you!” Dean set down his Coors and tugged his laptop from the holdall. With a flick of his wrist he flipped the screen back and quickly logged on. He nodded as he noted he had indeed gotten an e-mail with attachments from one Chloe Sullivan. “Looks like your friend came through,” he admitted. “Chloe always does.” Clark smiled, thinking of all the adventures they’d had together, and how Chloe was the protector of his secret. “So, what does she have to say, and how does it fit into your brother’s disappearance?” Dean opened the file with Lois looking on over his shoulder. He glanced at her, annoyed, but she didn’t even notice- at least not that she acknowledged. “This looks pretty familiar…” Dean voiced his thoughts as he read what he’d been sent. “It seems like this abandoned church out of town has been some kind of playground for high school kids for years. Then about a year back some of the kids came back from the place terrified they’d seen something. Some described the devil, some say werewolf…others wouldn’t even admit what they saw.” “Well hell, this is Smallville. This sounds like an everyday occurrence in this town!” Lois wasn’t impressed. “How does this fit in with three murders and your brother?” Dean carried on. “Because the three bodies were all found in the church yard, three days after they vanished. Two of them were found dead on the Spring Equinox…” The ghost-hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Is that significant somehow?” Clark watched Dean’s expressions to see if he was being completely honest- for once, he was. “This is a classic urban legend. Remember when your friend Chloe said there were rumors of a stairway in the church that led straight to hell?” Lois and Clark nodded. “Well, that’s part of the legend too, although none of this originated in Smallville.” Dean leaned back, thinking of home, and he took another sip of his beer before he elaborated. “I come from a town not too far from here called Lawrence, ever heard of it?” Clark thought about it. In truth, he didn’t know that many places outside of Smallville that weren’t in Metropolis’ city limits. He shook his head. Dean hadn’t expected his audience to know his home town. “About ten miles from Lawrence there’s this little place call Stull. Pretty creepy at night, I can tell you. They have, or should I say had, a church just like yours.” He tapped the laptop screen. “Legend had it the church in Stull had a stairway to hell, and people saw the devil and werewolves and all kinds of demons there.” He leaned forward. “Especially twice a year, on the Spring Equinox, and Halloween…” Clark gulped. Finally he understood. The people killed already had been taken three days before their bodies were found- right on the Spring Equinox, and now, Halloween was just three days away. “We have just over two days to find your brother,” he admitted, dolefully. Lois was less dour. “Well, why don’t we just gatecrash this church and look for the mystery stairs? There has to be a connection, right? You said it yourself; most legends have some truth to them. Maybe the stairs are the clue.” Dean shook his head. “According to the story, the stairs only appear on those two nights a year. Besides, who says our killer is anywhere near the church until he dumps the bodies? Maybe it’s some kind of offering. Chloe did mention devil worship earlier…” “And you just happen to know all this weird stuff? And you and your brother just happened to be passing through the weirdest town in Kansas when your car got totalled by something …um…” Clark faltered. “Yeah, I know weird stuff. I guess it’s my calling, my burden, not something for you dudes to even think about.” Dean looked at his watch. Time was now something they had little of, and he was missing his wheels. He hated having the Kent kid as his chauffeur- how could he hunt this way? “Is there a local garage that might tow my car?” he looked to Clark, wondering if he could ditch the kid and maybe ‘acquire’ some wheels from the parking lot. “Yeah, try Davenport’s.” Clark mouthed the number from memory. “Shi…” Dean cut himself short. He had a feeling cursing wasn’t frequent in the Kent household. “My cell got smashed when the car got wrecked. Does this place have a payphone?” Clark pointed through another doorway. “Right through there, just before you see the sign for the toilets.” Dean nodded and hopped from his seat. Maybe he could make the call to get the Impala and then high tale it out of a back door or toilet window. It would mean leaving his weapons behind, but he had enough fake ID in his pocket to get more. Some people might have considered his actions despicable, but he really didn’t want to get the farmboy and the girl hurt. The phone was right where Clark had told him. Dean unhooked it and slid in some small change. B.B. Davenport answered in person, and when Dean explained the car was a classic, he immediately offered to tow it. B.B. was a lover of American muscle too, it would seem. Dean hung up about a minute later and glanced around. There was no back door, so he’d need to look in the men’s room. He looked back once more and swung open the door with his good arm. With a sigh he realized the window was too small to high tail it out of. “Great, of all the gin joints in the world, I have to get stuck in this one with farmboy and Rambo girl.” He turned to leave, but found his path blocked. Two thugs that looked like ex-hell’s angels in suits stood in the doorway. “Teague?” Dean exhaled. This was just not his day. “I don’t suppose it’s worth me telling you my name is Winchester?” The lead heavy looked to his cohort. “Buddy, my orders are to kick your butt outta town, whether you’re a Teague, or a Winchester, or freaking Mary Poppins!” Dean backed up. On a good day, he could probably have taken out both men, but today, his shoulder was not going to help in a fight against two oxen. He put up a hand. “Gonna tell me why I’m not wanted here before I kick your ass?” The second goon’s goatie twitched. He was ready to pound flesh. “You ask too many questions. You bring back bad memories…you open up things that should stay buried.” He slammed a fist into an open palm. “You should have stayed dead. Now we have to deal with you all over again…” Without further comment he lunged forward, attempting to ram a hard right hook into his foe. Dean dodged the move and responded with a punch of his own that hit the man straight in the ribs. The blow didn’t even wind his opponent, but it sent a jolt of pain through Dean’s bad shoulder as if he’d been stabbed again. The other heavy noted his anguished expression and realized he had a weak spot. “Time to die, buddy, before you upset everything…” TBC... |
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| Carrie01 | Mon Jan 2, 2006 3:09 pm Post #38 |
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The plot thickens!! This is so good ... even if it is scary!
:nooo: By the way, I liked the Dukes reference with the garage being owned by B.B. Davenport!! :LOL: |
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| kittsbud | Mon Jan 2, 2006 3:50 pm Post #39 |
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*hold hand up* I dind't exactly create that reference! Smallville did! The garage in Smallville is B. B. Davenport's, seriously! ;) I'm glad you're enjoying the fic :) I sense some Clarkness coming, don't you? muahahahah... |
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| Whiteflag | Mon Jan 2, 2006 4:31 pm Post #40 |
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Socialite
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Very good updates! I like scary stories, particularly when they are as interesting and as well written as this one. Great job! More, please. :) |
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