Eyes of Blue

Eyes of Blue

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Angel, but they are really good television shows. I’m also not making any money here either. The shows are owned by their respectful owners.

Summary: Lex decides to visit Las Angeles for the weekend. He takes his “friend” Clark with him. The two boys get sucked into a supernatural whirlpool that takes them for a twirl. One of the boys becomes possessed and it’s up to the other to try and save him before its too late.

Warning: This story will contain boy on boy action, the use of strong language, detailed and gruesome violence, and enough blasphemy to make every god invented by peopledom to fall out of the sky and die.

Chapter Seven

Clark tried his best to tune out the constant sounds of flowing water. He really had to pee and being in this damnable lobby wasn’t doing any good in calming his bladder down.

There were a few times when he almost allowed himself to go right along with the flow. But, he was in public, and his mama taught him to always be polite and dignified when in the presence of others. Plus, just whipping it out would more than likely get him arrested and that would ruin his whole night, not to mention pissing of Lex.

He could have smacked himself. He just had to go and think of pissing. If Lex didn’t hurry it up, he was going to explode, and that would just be messy.

What did Lex have to do here anyway? Did that guy have horns?

He blinked, turning his head to look again. The guy now had his back turned, so he couldn’t tell if he did or not. It made him sigh and blaming it all on his full bladder.

Why, oh why did he drink so much water for? He knew it would simply go right through him.

It was actually beginning to kind of hurt now. Oh, he hated it when that would happen. This was just like being in class and the teacher knows you really have to go, but they enjoy making you suffer before finally relenting and allowing you a hall pass.

He squeezed, while crossing his legs at the same time. It wasn’t working out at all. He felt just like all those people in that one commercial, who suffered from overactive bladders.

“Excuse me, Sir, yeah you!” The blond woman snapped from her desk. “You’re not allowed to drink that here. Angel told me to tell you that if he catches you drinking that here, he’s going to peel your flesh from your bones and all that really painful stuff that made me sneak away before he could finish.”

Clark watched the skinny man in black grudgingly hand over a shiny little flask. The blond took it from him, sniffed, and made an odd face. It almost looked as if she were tempted to drink the whole thing and toss it over her shoulder, but she quickly put it away somewhere out of sight.

He quickly averted his eyes when the blond suddenly looked in his general direction. He began to busy himself into looking like he did have to take a leak at all. It was really hard playing pretend.

He kept looking in the direction where Creepy Eyes had said the restrooms were located. He had to go so very bad. It almost felt as if he were about to break out into an actual sweat.

“Hey, bitch!” The blond yelled, causing him to nearly have an accident right there. “I told you to stop doing that shit! Now, I’m going to hit you!”

He watched her jump over her desk, land on her feet without making a sound, and began swiftly clicking with the clacking across the marble flooring in painful looking heels. He knew he was gawking with an open mouth and wide eyes, quickly taking notice as well that nobody else seemed to think what she had just done abnormal at all. Everyone just kept talking, laughing, running about, and filing like nothing at all had just happened.

It so had to be a California thing.

The blond vanished around the corner and he got to his feet. He had to pee and that was all there was to it.

“Excuse me, Mister,” a little boy said, having him look down at the tugging on his shirt. “Will you help me find my mommy?”

It was the creepiest little boy he had ever seen before in his life. The child was pale as bones, hair darker than a rolling sea of burning oil, and his eyes were an icy blue. He was dressed in a black suit one would wear to mass.

The spooky little boy pulled on his shirt some more. “Will you help me? Please?”

Clark bent down, eye level with the child. “Where did you last see your mommy?”

The boy pointed in the direction where the restrooms were supposed to be.

“The pretty desk lady ran off and everyone else just looks weird,” the little boy sniffled. “But, you look nice.”

Clark almost laughed out loud. The boy looked freakier than a scary movie and the child thought everyone else looked weird? Had he looked in a mirror recently? He looked like the son of Satan.

“Mommy told me to be a good boy and not to wonder off,” he sniffled some more, rubbing his nose with his free hand. “She’s going to be so mad when she comes out and finds me not sitting there.”

Clark’s heart warmed. He playfully ruffled his hair, making the kid smile. He knew all to well what the boy was feeling. He had been in those shoes so many times.

“Let me go to the restroom real quick,” Clark told him, throwing Lex’s crazy discretion to the wind, taking hold of his tiny hand. “And I’ll help you find your mother.”

The boy smiled with really white teeth. For a split second there, those teeth looked to be jagged fangs, but it must have been the lighting.

Ten minutes later, Clark felt like a new alien. Splendid relief never felt so good.

“Did you wash your hands?” The little boy asked.

Clark nodded. “They smell like flowers,” he told him.

The child laughed, taking his hand again.

“I’m Clark,” he said. “And what’s your name?”

“Bobby,” the boy answered.

Clark fought not to snort. He had been expecting something cliché like Damien or Daemon. Something a lot of supernatural novels seem to have in common.

“That’s the elevator I used,” Bobby pointed.

Clark let the little fellow lead him along. “Do you know what floor it was?”

Bobby cocked his head to the side. It reminded Clark of a snake.

“I think so, Clark.”

Clark pushed the round button and the doors immediately opened for them. They got on.

“I think it went something like this,” Bobby mumbled, pushing several buttons in a peculiar fashion, jumping up as high as he could in order to reach the last button he needed. It was cute.

The doors slid shut and the elevator began moving down. It made Clark feel really nervous. That had been a weird way to get his thing to take you were you needed to get taken to. Why so many buttons?

“When you got on the elevator before,” Clark said. “Did it go down with you and your mommy?”

Bobby nodded.

The elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors opened up with a soft ding. He followed the little boy out.

“This is the hallway,” Bobby cheered happily.

It was one long hallway, too. It looked as if it went on into forever. There were random doors scattered about like breadcrumbs as well.

Bobby took off running and Clark followed after him. It almost felt like running through a maze that only went in one endless direction.

He began to think.

This is creepy. What if Lex comes back and finds me not where he told me to stay? How am I going to get back? Do I push those same buttons? I wonder where the stairs are at? Wow, this sure is one long hall.

Bobby came to a stop before an innocent enough looking door. “My mommy is in here.”

Clark smiled.

“Thank you for helping me, Clark,” he grinned again with normal looking teeth.

“You’re welcome,” Clark told him, looking about.

“I’m gonna sneak in and surprise mommy,” Bobby told him, reaching up for the knob, pushing the door open just far enough for him to slip his little body through. He poked his dark head back out. “Thank you. You’re a really nice person, Clark.”

Clark waved, the door silently closed, and he sighed. He could just go back the way he came and play around with the shiny buttons until they got him somewhere with a map.

He began to walk away, only to freeze when he heard Bobby shout his name. He went back, turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. Who the hell would dare hurt a little child?

The room was dark.

“Bobby!” He shouted. “Are you all right?”

Only a small noise was his reply. It had come from straight ahead in the darkness, which danced before his eyes.

The door slammed shut from behind and a bright light filled his eyes. He threw up a hand and squinted. He was in a small storage room. There were boxes and crates lining the metal walls. Some strange statues were residing on shelves.

In the middle of the room was a strange looking coffin. It looked to be made of stone and it was encrusted with blue jewels. It looked to be far older than time itself.

“Bobby!” He yelled again. “Where are you?”

Nothing was his answer. There was only the slight echo of his voice.

Where was he? The room wasn’t that big. Was his hiding? Playing a little game with him perhaps? Kids loved to do that sort of thing.

He used his x-ray vision. There was nobody in the room with him.

Well, that just wasn’t possible. He saw that little boy come in here. There was no other way out, except for the air vent over his head, but a little boy couldn’t just…and he thought of Smallville.

He suddenly looked at the spooky looking coffin and squinted. He couldn’t see in it.

Odd.

He heard a soft scratching noise. In a blink, he was standing right beside the coffin.

“Bobby?” He asked, knocking on it. It felt smooth, like glass. “Are you in there?”

Nothing.

If he was in there, how did he get in? He could see no way to open it, without breaking it.

What if he was in there and suffocating? What if it had been opened before and he crawled inside to hide from his mommy, and it had slammed shut on him?

He quickly began touching the coffin all over, trying to find some way to open it up without harming it. It was no telling where it had come from or how much it was worth to these people.

“Hold on, Bobby,” he said, touching a shiny blue crystal, feeling it turn. “I’ll get you out.”

The round hole, the size of a china saucer opened up, making the sound of diamond crushing diamond. A strange smelling wind hit him right in the face, knocking his head back, causing him to stumble backwards. He waved his hands, trying to clear the air, as the hole closed back up.

His vision blurred and he fell over sideways onto the floor, shaking his head and coughing.

“Clark…”

He looked to see that three Bobby’s were peeking out from behind a dancing box. How was he over there? He had used his x-ray vision. There had been nobody in here.

“Why didn’t you answer me?” He coughed, getting to his wobbly knees, shaking his head as it slowly began to clear.

“I was playing,” he said, sounding sad. “My mommy wasn’t here, so I turned off the light and yelled for you before hiding.”

Clark sighed.

“Are you okay?” Bobby asked in concern. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Clark smiled, not wanting to scare the kid, because he did feel really strange.

He couldn’t get mad. Bobby was only a little kid. He had only wanted to play. It was what kids did.

The door behind suddenly flew open.

“Bobby!”

“Mommy!”

“What the hell are you doing to my baby? I’ll melt your lungs out your ass!”

“No, mommy!” Bobby yelled, jumping in front of a still dazed alien. “Clark helped me.”

Clark tried to stand up for himself, but only served in falling over onto his back with a heavy thud. The back of his head actually bounced, cracking the floor under it.

“Clark?”

“Is my baby hungry?”

“Clark is my friend, mommy.”

“What did mommy say about befriending the lunchables?”

“I don’t wanna say.”

“What does mommy say?”

“I don’t wanna say.”

“WHAT DOES MOMMY SAY!?”

“I’ll hold my breath until I fall over like Clark.”

“You make mama so sad, so very, very sad.”

“You love me anyway.”

“I’ll get his feet.”

“Don’t you dare eat them.”

“Too many clothes.”

To Be Continued…

Please review and tell me what you think.

-Flora