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| Knight/m | Mon Jan 2, 2006 8:52 pm Post #41 |
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Cool :coolyo: , goons, Coors(would have preferred a Corona :drink: though) a little butt kicking…yup good chapt :evil3: ...more please :P: |
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| Renee | Tue Jan 3, 2006 9:12 am Post #42 |
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We'll always have Paris, Dawn. Or should I say Cambridge?
;) Great as usual. And I didn't know about Davenport's garage! :LOL: That usually gets left off the list of "Dukes" references! |
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| kittsbud | Thu Jan 5, 2006 4:24 pm Post #43 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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BB Davenports garage is on the Smallville map too
;) Here's more fic. So sorry for the wait... Clark tapped his fingers on the table and began to think they’d been given the slip. “Where is that guy?” Without waiting for an answer, he slipped into x-ray mode to see that the pay phone was not in use. He sighed. I knew it! As an afterthought, he let his eyes stray into the toilets. “Lois, wait right here!” Clark jumped from his seat and raced into the back room so fast the man behind the counter raised a brow and looked at Lois with a frown. She shrugged. “I guess your coffee doesn’t agree with him.” “I don’t die as easily as your Jason Teague friend!” Dean evaded one punch, only to take another from the second man straight on his jaw. A little blood ebbed from the corner of his mouth and he spat it on his opponent, who roared in response. The first man grabbed the ghost hunter by his bad arm, tugging it behind his back until Dean’s sore shoulder burned. Almost defenceless with his hands, he kicked at the other aggressor, catching him on his right shin with the edge of his boot. The thug cursed and retaliated with a full fist to Dean’s stomach. He doubled over, held up only by his enemy. “Leave him alone!” Both bad guys looked up, and the one with the beard couldn’t help but laugh when he saw a teenager standing in the doorway. “Kid, go home before I take my belt to you.” When Clark didn’t move, he left Dean and walked forward, smirking. “Are you deaf, boy?” Clark shook his head. “No, but I think you may be a little hearing impaired.” He folded his arms across his chest. “I said leave him alone…” The thug nodded, knowing he was now going to have to teach a second person a lesson today. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you…” He put his full weight behind a punch, expecting to catch Clark off guard. Clark let the man’s fist come inches to his face and then whipped out his arm to catch the balled hand in midair. He pressed just hard enough to make his foe begin to crumple to his knees. “I said leave him alone. Take your friend and leave.” He let go, and the thug curled up into a ball on the floor, cradling his now crimson hand. The second henchman looked on uncertainly as Clark approached. His target, Teague, or Winchester, or whatever his name was, was hunched over, coughing from the punches he had taken. He had two choices, fight the teen and finish off Teague after, or run. Clark sensed his thoughts. “I’d take the easy option and take your buddy out the back way.” The man shook his head. His superior was not one to be trifled with. “Maybe I’ll just do you both!” He pulled a forty five from a concealed shoulder holster and had just managed to point it at Clark when the teen grabbed the barrel at superspeed. Before he could pull the trigger, Clark pressed hard- much harder than on the first thug’s hand, and the metal crumbled in his fingers. “I said go…” This time, the man did as he was asked, scurrying away with his colleague in tow while Clark quickly hid the remnants of their weapon by tucking it in his belt. “Are you okay?” He stooped a little to check on Dean who was still bent over. “Thanks to you,” Dean admitted grudgingly. “Any other day I could have kicked both their asses, but today…” Clark nodded. “Yeah, you’ve had enough. Come on, let’s get out of here.” He offered his newfound friend a hand out of the room and Dean gratefully took it. He was having one hell of a bone wrenching day, and he didn’t know how much more his body would take. “So, you know those guys?” Clark asked as they headed back for Lois. Dean shook his head. “I’ve never seen them before, but obviously my winning personality rubbed them the wrong way. Either that, or they thought I was Teague too.” He thought about it. “You know, they said I was opening up things that should stay buried. Do you think this has anything to do with Sam going missing?” Clark couldn’t see a connection, but then if Winchester was telling the truth, what else could it be about? In fact, it looked like the goons had known about Dean being in town, and the only other person who’s met him is…Lex! Clark didn’t like the implications. Did Lex really think Jason Teague was back? Or was there something or someone else involved they’d yet to know about? “Clark! Where the hell have you two been?” Lois’ jaw dropped open when she saw smeared blood on Dean’s face. “Did I miss a fight?” She looked to Clark. “Did you really have to hit him that hard, Smallville?” “Ha Ha, Lois,” Clark pulled a face. “Come on, I think we’ve out stayed our welcome here. I’ll drop you off on the way home.” Lois nodded, knowing it was no use arguing with the mountain of plaid once he’d made up his mind. Never argue, just out manoeuvre, she concluded silently. Clark pulled the Kent truck up outside the farmhouse around forty minutes after leaving the small bar. In that time, Dean had recovered somewhat from his beating and was watching silently as the sun began to set in the sky. Clark guessed what he was thinking. “We’ll find your brother.” Dean nodded, but his normally jovial voice remained solemn as he climbed from the Dodge. “You know I can’t imagine what it would be like if…if…” “You won’t have to.” Clark ushered his guest up the steps and onto the porch. “Let’s get you cleaned up and a warm meal while we talk over what we’ve discovered so far.” Dean trudged up the steps feeling weary. “Dude, we haven’t learned squat, and we’re running out of time!” He followed Clark through the screen door to see both Jonathan and Martha Kent setting places at the dinner table. He noted it was set for four. “I don’t think I should be here…you’re expecting guests…” He turned to leave. “Don’t be silly!” Martha Kent set down the last piece of cutlery and gestured with her hands. “You’re our guest. I guessed that Clark would bring you back here tonight and we always have plenty of food to spare.” Jonathan nodded and smiled. “Martha always cooks enough for two families!” he joked. Martha swatted her husband playfully with a towel, and then noted the blood and bruising on Dean’s jaw. “Oh my, what have you two been up to?” She looked to Clark for an explanation, and when he shot her his usual ‘innocent,’ somewhat blank expression she hurried to the freezer for some ice. “Clark?” It was left to Jonathan to demand a reply. “What happened?” Dean looked from parent to son and then back again. These were the moments he missed about not having a family. There was love in this house; he sensed it so bad he almost wanted to be a part of it. Then, it struck home that a member of his own family- one he loved more than anything, was still missing. “Some goons jumped me in town.” He explained for Clark. “If it hadn’t been for your son I’d have been out of my league.” Dean glanced at Clark. “How the heck did you fight those two anyhow? They were built like tanks.” Clark shrugged. “I’m more concerned with why they attacked you than how I got rid of them.” Martha reappeared with ice and forced Dean into a chair. He fidgeted, not used to a mother’s attention. “Ouch!” Martha looked at him but continued her ministrations. “Clark, why don’t you help your father serve dinner?” Clark obeyed, smiling as his mom took control of the normally cocky Winchester. Fifteen minutes later, all four were sitting down to eat their evening meal. Dean fidgeted as he sat at the table. He was used to hotels and motels, to burgers and fries, but most of all; he was used to the loneliness of the road. Sam was his only company, and yet now he was among a family again- it felt comforting. “So, who’s the Lana chick Lois was talking about?” Dean attempted to make conversation, directing his question at Clark as he tucked heartily into his food. “Lana’s my um…girl friend.” “Clark’s known Lana since they were youngsters.” Martha added helpfully. Dean grinned. “So, does your childhood sweetheart know me too? I mean, will she think I’m this Jason guy if we meet?” He scooped more vegetables into his mouth as if he’d never eaten them before. Home cooking was such a rarity, he’d forgotten how good it was. Jonathan glanced at Martha and Dean sensed a little tension. “Jason dated Lana before…” “Oops…maybe I better not meet this particular chick of yours, Smallville.” Dean grinned impishly and Clark cringed. It was bad enough Lois calling him that name, but now Dean too? The phone began to ring, cutting off any further tension. Jonathan excused himself and picked it up while everyone else remained silent. It was an awkward moment, made more awkward when Jonathan began to speak to Sheriff Adams. Dean’s face drained of color. Had they found a body? But then, why call the Kent farm? Eventually, Jonathan hung up and faced Clark and his wife first. “A deputy just found Chloe’s car abandoned. Her laptop and things were still on the passenger seat. From the description they gave, I’d say it was close to where Dean was run off the road…” “What have you brought here?” Clark faced Dean, angry that his arrival seemed to have been the catalyst for bad things. “Dude, this town was whacked out way before I got here.” Look in a mirror. You should be dead for a start! Dean stood from his seat and nodded to Martha Kent. He may be a rogue, but he still had manners. “Thank you for the food, Mrs. Kent.” Clark gawked as he watched Dean begin to casually stroll out of their home as if nothing was wrong. “Hey, where do you think you’re going? Chloe’s missing because she tried to help you!” Dean turned and gave Clark a stare that made even the alien farmboy want to cower. There was so much determination, so much hatred at whatever was out there on the Kansas back roads. “I know,” he said stoically. “That’s why I’m heading out to that old church, with or without your help…” TBC... |
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| LoisLaneKent | Thu Jan 5, 2006 5:39 pm Post #44 |
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Oh Gawd Dawn this is amazing! :evil3: |
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| Knight/m | Sat Jan 7, 2006 5:11 pm Post #45 |
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:wall: Darn with all the 100th episode commotion, I almost missed this chap.…nicely done :coolyo: more please
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| Renee | Sun Jan 8, 2006 11:51 am Post #46 |
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Me too -- I'm glad I finally got caught up. It's great! Are we gonna get a Dean/Lana scene? :heehee: |
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| Whiteflag | Mon Jan 9, 2006 6:06 pm Post #47 |
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Great update! Very good job! :) |
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| Lor1513 | Mon Jan 9, 2006 6:12 pm Post #48 |
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Gotta Love That Good Old Smallville Feeling <3
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awesome update :coolyo: nice job :clap: :) |
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| roman1967 | Mon Jan 9, 2006 6:14 pm Post #49 |
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Great update!! :coolyo: |
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| Snarky | Mon Jan 9, 2006 6:17 pm Post #50 |
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Fantastic Dawn!! *waits patiently for another update* |
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| Lor1513 | Mon Jan 9, 2006 6:20 pm Post #51 |
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Gotta Love That Good Old Smallville Feeling <3
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me too :p i loved it |
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| kittsbud | Tue Jan 10, 2006 4:27 pm Post #52 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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I'm so sorry this is small, but well, it adds to the tension!
:p I'm not losing momentum, don't worry, I just got swamped. The shows come back this week, and everything is happening at once! Chloe flicked open her eyes only to see darkness. It was intimidating, and she moved to rub them, convinced she must be in bed after a bad dream. The move only served to prove she was not. Her hands were tied behind her back to something- something soft and warm. Chloe’s heart began to thud in her chest. Was it someone, or something? She coughed, clearing her throat, but didn’t have time to voice the question on her mind. “Are you alright?” The gentle timbre of the man she was bound to instantly put Chloe at ease. “I um…I guess. If you consider being kidnapped, knocked out, and waking up in pitch black okay, that is.” “Tell me about it.” The man moved a little. “One minute I was in my brother’s car, the next…” Chloe’s ears pricked. Brother’s car! “You’re Sam Winchester?” “Yeah, and as you know my name, I’m assuming you’ve met my brother?” Chloe gulped. She’d met Dean, and she’d also found out some rather ghoulish things about him. Not one to shy away from the truth, she decided there was no better time to get it out in the open. “I’ve met him, although from what I found out after, I have to wonder if I was talking to a ghost or not.” A wry chuckle permeated the gloom. “You found out Dean died already?” Chloe nodded to herself. Then addressed Sam, realizing he couldn’t see her expression. “He was wanted for MURDER, no less! What did you do, fake his death?” Sam wondered if he could really explain what the Winchesters did for a living to this stranger. It wasn’t like admitting to being a TV repair man. “My brother and I, we…we hunt the un-dead. The thing that died out there wasn’t my brother, but it WAS the killer. It would take too long to explain, and I don’t expect you’d believe me if I did.” Chloe rolled her eyes, unseen by her companion. “Trust, me, the stuff I’ve seen in Smallville…” She thought about it. Sam’s words did seem to make sense. “You’re not really in Smallville on a road trip, though, like your brother said, are you?” She moved a little, testing her bonds. “You heard it was the capital of weird and thought it might be a good place to hunt, huh?” Sam winced. They’d come in search of a kid named Clark Kent, but he couldn’t tell Chloe that, could he? Despite her lack of introduction he knew just who she was, and he also knew Clark was her friend. There was more too, but for now he held back. “Something like that…” “Well, I can tell you, your brother is safe, but he’s a real wild child. He kinda came to the wrong place at the wrong time too…” “Oh?” Sam knew Dean could rub people the wrong way, but what did this girl mean? “Yeah, he looks just like a guy who kinda ticked the whole town off, including my friend Clark, and Lex Luthor, a local tycoon you really don’t want to mess with right now.” “He’s okay, though, right? He’s not in any kind of trouble?” Sam grew concerned. Dean always attracted danger. “He’s fine. He was with Clark when I left him. Clark can take care of anything…” Chloe’s voice trailed as she thought of her alien friend. Nothing could stop him. He’d be here to rescue them. “Clark will find us. He knows Smallville like the back of his hand. We just have to sit tight.” Sam shook his head, and the note of his voice changed till he sounded almost sombre. “It won’t be that easy…I know things…” Chloe tried to turn, even though she couldn’t see Sam. “Hey, don’t sound so glum. Clark’s a regular hero. He can perform miracles…well, almost.” “I know what Clark can do. I know everything…” The words were so sad they resounded through the empty room like an echo from hell. “I’m just glad Dean is safe…” Chloe stammered. “You…you know what Clark can do? What are you talking about? How?” Sam inhaled. This stranger couldn’t know the torment he endured every time sleep came. She couldn’t see the things he saw every time slumber took him. There was no easy way to explain, so he came straight out with it. If she thought he was crazy, what the hell. “I know, because…because, I saw my own death, and Clark was there…” TBC... |
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| Renee | Tue Jan 10, 2006 5:29 pm Post #53 |
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Wow! Amazing stuff! And how nice of you to write it for us during a busy week! :grouphug: |
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| Knight/m | Tue Jan 10, 2006 6:24 pm Post #54 |
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Interesting chapt and it was a good length
:clap: …but I hate to think what they are sitting in…ewww :ahh: I hope in ain’t guts or something gross like that… :yuck: :bidea: That very first line in your post will put you in the quoting thread though… :well: sorry I must do my duty as a bona fide prowler. :sly: |
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| Whiteflag | Fri Jan 13, 2006 6:56 pm Post #55 |
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Great chapter! I'm very intrigued about the final line. More when the shows allow you, please. :) |
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| Lor1513 | Sat Jan 14, 2006 12:38 pm Post #56 |
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Gotta Love That Good Old Smallville Feeling <3
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great chapter :cheer: :clap: |
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| kittsbud | Sun Jan 15, 2006 3:06 pm Post #57 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Okay, this is a better length, and things have hottest up lol! Silence filled the farmhouse as Dean Winchester slid through the screen door. He was a stranger, and there was no real reason why anyone should trust, or help him. And yet, Clark knew he was going to. The superteen looked to his father, the one man who usually gave sage advice in times of indecision. “Dad, I just can’t leave it like this…” Jonathan’s brow furrowed and he stepped to put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Clark, I know you’ll do the right thing, son, but remember, these people, we don’t know them…” Clark knew what his father meant. His secret was at risk every moment he spent with Dean- especially if they were headed out to catch the bad guys together. “Dad, I can’t just leave Chloe…” The farmer nodded, knowing in was not just Chloe who Clark intended to save. Somehow, Clark trusted Dean Winchester, and would probably put his real identity at risk to save him, or his missing brother. Jonathan gulped. “Be careful, Son, and don’t forget, you might be ‘super’ but that gung ho hero isn’t.” He nodded towards the still swinging screen. Clark looked from his father to Martha. “I’ll do my best to bring everyone home safe, I promise.” He smiled wanly, and then scooted after his guest at a reasonable jogging speed for a human. He caught Dean up outside, tugging his bag of weapons from the back of the Kent pickup. “Decided to tag along, Smallville?” Dean raised a brow, unsure if he wanted a simple farmer’s son on a hunt, even if he was immortal. “I can hold my own. You won’t have to worry about me,” Clark offered, sensing the stranger’s unease. “Come on, we’ll take the truck.” He indicated for Dean to put his bag back where he’d retrieved it from, but instead Dean climbed in the cab, bag in hand. Clark took the wheel and fired up the engine while his companion began to rifle through the items he’d brought with him. First out was a shotgun, which he proceeded to load at speed. Clark frowned as he headed down Hickory Lane towards the main road. “You won’t need that…” Dean grinned. “Trust me, not only will I need it, so will you.” He passed the weapon over, but Clark refused to accept it. A look of derision crossed Dean’s features. “Dude, you have no idea what you’re facing. We’re not talking some weird high school kid who has your friend as a prank. This is for real.” Clark gulped, and he took his eyes from the road to glance across the cab. “I don’t want to hurt anybody.” Dean scoffed. “Okay, Mr. Hero, put it this way. The shotgun is filled with rock salt, not real buckshot. If our bad guy is human, it will hurt like hell, but they’ll live. If our bad guy is more of the spooky freakin variety, he’ll get pissy, but he’ll be forced out of our way for a short while. It’s win, win, okay?” The truck bounced as it hit a rut in the road, and Clark straightened out the steering before answering. He looked at the gun, hating what it stood for. “You think something supernatural has a hold on Smallville, don’t you?” Dean huffed, loading a shotgun for himself. “Man, supernatural is my middle name, and tonight, I think it’s well deserved. We’re heading for the mouth of hell, and you better be ready.” He offered the weapon again. “So, are you in, Smallville?” Clark winced, but reached over and took the shotgun. If he’d learned one thing in all his exploits, it was that some things even he wasn’t impervious too. If what had kidnapped Chloe was really a phantom, he wasn’t taking chances. Dean nodded his approval of his new friend’s choice, but then scowled as the ancient radio began spurting out Waylon Jennings. “Gah! How do you yokels listen to this crap?” He quickly reached for the dial and began to retune until something appeased his ears. He slid the volume dial until it was to the top and then grinned at Clark as ‘For Those About to Rock’ by AC/DC began pounding through the pickups speakers until they almost burst. “Are you sure that’s loud enough?” Clark asked, slightly acerbically. It’s worse than being with Lois! Dean shook his head, totally serious. “No way, but this crate will explode if I tried to get it louder!” Clark gave in. Today was just not his day. The question was what would the rest of the night bring? The little church looked almost innocent as the Kent pickup drew to a halt shortly before its entrance. The surrounding area was in darkness, and yet, from the wooden gateway a light was visible, glowing like a beacon for the dead. “Sheriff Adams posted a deputy here after the bodies where found. Several newspapers took an interest and it got ugly. It was like a magnet for people who thought they were ghost hunters,” Clark explained. “How are we going to get through into the church yard?” Dean stowed his shotgun carefully under his jacket and pulled a small box from his bag. He flipped it open and sorted through several items until he pulled out a suitable ID card. “Watch and learn, farmboy…” Clark scanned the rest of the box’s contents and scowled. Dean had so many fake ID’s he could be the ‘Jackal.’ Still, he followed the ghost hunter without complaint. There would be time for questions after they had rescued Chloe, and Sam too, if he really existed. “Hold it there, folks. No one is allowed in the church yard after dark…” A middle age deputy let his flashlight fan over the two newcomers. He paused as the glow illuminated Clark’s face. “Aren’t you Jonathan Kent’s boy?” “That’s right, and he’s here helping me as part of my investigation.” Dean flashed a totally fake FBI badge at the cop. “I’m special agent Brian Johnson…” The deputy took a glance and stepped back slightly. “What would you be doing out here at this time of night? I’m going to have to call this in…” Dean appeared nonplussed. “Fine, go right ahead. Sheriff Adams will probably fire your ass in the morning for getting her out of bed after she pulled a double shift…” The cop raised a brow and Dean continued. “She just chewed my butt out and I have seniority on this case. I hate to think what she’ll do to a lowly deputy…” The cop gave in. He knew what Adams was like on the best of days, and he didn’t want to see her REAL bad side. “Okay, but make it quick.” He pointed with a thumb, and looked uneasy as Clark passed him. He’d heard about the kid, and it still freaked him to think anyone could rise from the dead, no matter what their excuse. “What if he actually radios through to Adams?” Clark asked nervously as they walked up to the old stone church. Dean didn’t care. It was killing time, and he had two people to find before it was too late. He tugged out his shotgun. “Then we get unwanted backup, I guess. You got your gun?” Clark scowled, but admitted he had. Rock salt can’t kill anyone if I’m careful… Dean nodded his approval. “Then it’s time to kick some ghoul ass. You ready, farmboy?” Clark cocked the shotgun. His dad had long ago shown him how to handle one, and if he had to use its rock salt contents he would. “Let’s do it.” He nodded. The pair walked under the high stone arch that formed an alcove for the ancient church door and paused at its huge oak presence. The doorway was locked, just as Clark had expected. Dean rolled his eyes and slid a hand into his pocket, ready to tug out the all important tools to pick the old lock. Clark waved him off. “It’s just stiff,” he lied, using his super-strength to push the metal until it yielded and the door creaked open reluctantly. Dean frowned. That door was locked…”Got any other tricks up your sleeve?” he asked sarcastically as he raised his weapon defensively to enter the darkness. “Not right now…” Clark let his sentence hang as he followed the spook hunter into the gloom. Of course, Clark had an advantage. No sooner had they entered the old building than he had kicked into x-ray mode. He had no clue if he could actually see a real ghost or not that way, but it sure felt more comforting that stumbling around in the shadows. Dean was totally unaware of his new partner’s ability, and was swinging around his flashlight along with the barrel of his gun. “See anything, farmboy?” He whispered. Clark gulped, feeling the weight of the pump action weapon in his hand and hating it. To him, this was the unknown. Something intangible he couldn’t be sure even he could fight. He scoured every inch of the tiny church, his breathing becoming heavy as he finally did see something out of place. “I think we should look over here.” He walked to the far left corner of the church and kneeled to the cold stone floor. Dean followed, shining his light where the farmboy was hunched over. He couldn’t see a damn thing, only a stone wall. “What is it?” he asked impatiently. Clark ran his fingertips over the stone. “There’s something behind here…” He pushed hard, needing to use his extra strength to make the carefully crafted panel move. It grated on the floor, but eventually swung back to reveal darkness. Dean cocked his head. “Pretty impressive, Smallville. Now, how much you betting we just found our infamous stairway to hell?” He moved forward, letting his light illuminate the newly found area. At first, it looked like a sheer drop into nothingness, but as he got closer, both men could see that a long spiralling staircase led down to an inner chamber. “It’s not exactly invisible only twice a year is it?” Clark offered, craning his head to get a better look below. “It’s just a hidden room. Nothing paranormal about it.” “Yet…” Dean wasn’t convinced. “Remember, there’s still that thing I saw out on the highway.” He raised a brow, and then pointed down into the dark abyss. “What say we take a trip to hell?” Clark nodded, still brandishing the shotgun, but feeling very out of place with it. “Just as long as it’s not a one way ticket.” He smirked slightly. Lois and Dean were beginning to rub off on him, and he wasn’t sure it was such a good thing. Dean didn’t answer. Instead, he continued down the stairway, his gun poised as he fanned it around the chamber they were entering. Even with the flashlight, the roughly cut out alcove was mostly in darkness. Shadows played against every wall as the pair entered from above. It was like an ancient castle’s dungeon, and it scared Clark to think that maybe Chloe and Sam had once been here- maybe hurt or even tortured. Dean moved to the center of the chamber, listening intently for sounds of movement. He sensed something beneath his feet- something soft, and yet not in the least bit inviting. As Clark stepped from the stairs, he felt the same thing and instinctively looked down. His x-ray vision cut through the dull light like a laser, and he cringed at what he saw all around on the stony floor. It looked like rotting shards of flesh and slime. Reflexively, he put a hand to his mouth and choked back bile. Maybe it wasn’t what they were treading in, but who? “You okay, man?” Dean swung around, noting Clark’s half wretch. Clark nodded, about to explain his reaction when a soft, get malevolent cackle resonated through the steep mineral formed arcs of the cavern. “Welcome to hell, gentlemen…” Clark spun around first, his reaction time impossibly fast compared to Dean’s mere human efforts. He scanned the area from where the sound had emanated and at once saw the culprit- at least for a split second. There was no way to determine any features, or indeed if the thing was human or ethereal. “There!” He pointed, but the thing was already beginning to vanish straight into the wall behind it. “Don’t point, shoot you dork!” Dean pulled the trigger of his weapon and a rock salt filled shell burst, showering the stone wall with a multitude of shards. By then, though, their enemy was gone. “Did you see it? What the hell was it?” Clark shook his head. Something was familiar, something about the way it had looked when viewed with x-ray vision, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. “It moved too fast. I only caught a glimpse…” “Yeah, well it can haul its ass through stone, so that makes it a spook in my book. Next time, gawk less, shoot more!” Dean cocked his gun and licked his lips. What if they killed the thing and then couldn’t find their missing companions? On a whim, he decided to try a desperate move. “Sam!” He yelled so loud his lungs hurt. “SAMMY!” The words echoed strangely as if being carried much further than in the small cavern. Clark turned, letting his sensitive ears pick up on the vibrations. Then, he kicked back into x-ray for a second. When he was satisfied he was right, he quickly grabbed the light from Dean and let the beam illuminate behind them. “Look, this isn’t just one room. There are other passages down here. Like some old long-forgotten catacombs…” Dean winced. In such an environment, their enemy had every advantage. He didn’t care, he moved forward anyway, taking the light back. “Okay, so which one do we take?” “I think the left would be a good choice. I thought I heard something down there.” Clark couldn’t admit what he’d heard no human would have perceived. Dean was tempted to say right just for the hell of it. He tapped the shotgun on his hand. “Aww, to hell with it, left it is.” He took a step to follow Clark, but then paused as the voice from earlier returned. “Do you always let strangers tell you what to do? I thought you were smarter than that, but then, even your own brother hates you…perhaps it was the extra cookie…” The laughter began again, and this time Dean was the first to spot what they were up against. The figure looked almost translucent, and it wore some kind of hooded robe. He didn’t wait to scrutinize it further. His finger yanked back on the trigger hard, and he felt the kick of the gun against his shoulder as it recoiled. The rock salt hit ‘the thing’ square in the chest, just as it began to vanish once again, but instead of tearing through the cloth and causing damage, the chunks of salt merely passed through as if nothing was there. “You’ll need something a little more potent than that, Winchester. Perhaps it’s time to up the stakes.” Their enemy disappeared into the tunnel wall, but the voice echoed on briefly. “If you chase me, your brother will be dead when you return. The choice is yours, freak.” Dean cringed. “What the hell was that supposed to mean?” Clark thought about it. The sound he had heard earlier from the tunnel was still reverberating through his ears. Whatever it was, it just wouldn’t go away. Somehow, he knew it meant something. “I think he’s done something to your brother, maybe Chloe too, and if we hunt him down they’ll be dead by the time we get back!” Clark took off without saying more and Dean frantically gave chase. The sound was getting louder in Clark’s ears. It was like something rubbing on wood, back and forth rhythmically. It hit him, something swinging… he wanted to hit super speed as he realized what that might mean, but he was close to the source now anyway. Clark rounded the corner and found himself in another chamber. This time, it was obvious that some parts had long ago been man made, perhaps miners, or an even darker purpose he didn’t want to think about. “Chloe! Sam!” The teen began to shout as he scanned the room, his acute vision cutting through the gloomy labrynth. Dean’s footfalls pounded on the ground from the passageway, and in seconds Clark was not alone in his search. “Dean, point the light up at the ceiling!” Clark waved anxiously and the ghost hunter did as he was told. At first, all the sharp shaft of light revealed were rows of blackened and rotting beams helping to hold up the man-made ceiling. But then, something else became visible. Something- no, someone was hanging by the neck from the roof. The body swung to and fro like a pendulum. The swaying motion caused by the victim’s earlier desperate throes to escape fate. It was this movement Clark had tuned into, but was he too late? “SAM!” Dean screamed as he realized it was his brother who now dangled from the impossibly high ceiling. “Sam!” Even as he yelled, he knew there was no chance of a rescue. Who ever had secured his brother to the beam had had gifts beyond the mortal. There was no way to cut Sam down. Nothing to climb on, no way to reach him… TBC.... |
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| Knight/m | Sun Jan 15, 2006 6:49 pm Post #58 |
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Smallville
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Like ewwwww…gross :yuck: creep me out…
Oooh kinda unexpected but exciting/scary :shakey: …you got me on the edge of my seat… :unsure: want more please :P: |
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| Lor1513 | Sun Jan 15, 2006 10:46 pm Post #59 |
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Gotta Love That Good Old Smallville Feeling <3
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yeah def exciting/scary
:unsure: cant wait for more :) :clap: |
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| rianne1974 | Mon Jan 16, 2006 5:20 pm Post #60 |
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Lex's box of hidden memories
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Wow Dawn I love it. hehe!!!! it's brilliant and I can really see the characters too. Please add more I'm really enjoying it lol.. Brill!!!!! :hi5: :coke: |
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