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Eyes of Blue	By : Hnoss Category: Smallville > Crossovers Views: 1851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 it’s 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 Eight
Clark was dreaming…again, only this time, he was standing in a really bright place. The entirety of existence was white and it stretched ever onwards into even lighter shades of pale.
Limitless.
On and on.
Forever and ever.
Endless.
Just trying to understand the smallest concept of endlessness caused his mind to crack just a bit along the surface and it hurt like hell, but that little crack was all that was needed. He wasn’t alone in the white void. Another presence was with him and it was watching him, analyzing him.
“Come out!”
His voice was terribly small and frail. In fact, the sound of it was so soft; he might as well have not spoken at all.
Even though the white was endless, it felt like a sea rolling in to crush him in its wake. It was like a wall of nothing pinning him down until he would scream with agony and be smashed into pink jelly.
What did we tell you, Clark?
He spun around with a start.
Nobody.
Alone, but not alone.
You just had to open that goddamn door.
He yelped, jumping away from the cold voice that hissed into his left ear.
“Who are you?” He called out, beginning to sweat from his head down to his feet. “Where are you?”
Something roared in the far distance and the sound nearly caused him to lose control of his bladder. Shivers raced rampant down his spine.
Crack!
He looked up.
The horrible whiteness above his head was cracking open like an eggshell. Something was on the other side and whatever it was, it wanted in with him. He could hear its impatience.
But, as quickly as the cracks appeared, they sealed themselves. He could feel whatever it was on the other side and its instant confusion. He could taste it on his suddenly dry tongue.
The white under him rumbled below his bare feet and cracked outwards like a stained glass window, only to heal once more.
Real fear began to set in.
Something was on the other side of the white. Something wanting inside. Something trying to punch its way through.
He felt like the third little pig trapped within his house of bricks, while the Big Bad Wolf scratched at the locked door with long, bloodstained claws.
I have to hide. It’s going to get me.
Another crack thundered into existence high over his head.
“Go away!” He cried, beginning to run in a swiftly chosen direction. “Leave me alone!”
Another low roar.
The sound of nightmare swimming in the deeper darkness between dying stars.
Frustration and anger.
The two rolling over each other, mixing and burning like lava and lightning.
Little pig. Little pig. Do be so kind and invite me in. I’m gonna bite off your head and drink from your upturned chinny-chin-chin.
Clark stumbled over his big feet and fell hard. Something with immense strength and long fingers snatched him by his kicking ankles and dragged him backwards on his stomach with NASCAR speed. He struggled and tried to see what or who it was, but pure panic blinded him.
Thunder.
Wings.
Cracks over and under him.
The white shook, shuttered and groaned all around him.
“No!” He cried, wildly kicking and flailing his muscular limbs. “Let me go! Don’t hurt me!”
The roar from the other side of the white came again. Low and long.
Cracks healed. More appeared.
Clark cried out when a powerful hand lifted him thousands of scorching and freezing leagues up into the white. He was carelessly spun round and round until he was dizzy and blinded by stinging tears.
When he thought it couldn’t get any worse, a loud roar rattled his muscles from his bones and he was cast down like a broken doll. His wild and panicked scream burned his throat. He struck the very bottom of a boiling ocean that had never before been dreamed.
~OOOOO~
Clark jumped awake and could hear two different voices arguing with each other and he opened his eyes, blinking them several times. One voice sounded really angry and the second one sounded highly annoyed with the first.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”
“I’ll cry.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means…oh, never mind. Just a toe then?”
“No!”
“Come on.”
“You’re dieting.”
“Shut up!”
“Oh, that’s real mature.”
“I am your mother, young man. Do not forget.”
“What? Oh, I’m so sorry. Were you talking, Mommy? I got distracted by the shiny on the wall.”
“Go to your room!”
“I’ll get lost.”
“Um, excuse me,” Clark softly spoke, sitting up on a small cot he was sprawled out on. “What happened? Where am I?”
A young woman in a spotless white lab coat spun around with crocodile speed, pinning him with a cold stare. A spooky little boy poked his dark head out from around her. Bobby was the spitting image of his mom. She was quite pale and creepy looking too.
“You’re up,” she deadpanned.
Clark nervously nodded under her intense glare and scratched the back of his head.
“I’m glad,” Bobby spoke, stepping around his thin mother. “You scared me.”
He apologized to the kid and stood up. The mom was still looking at him with her cold eyes and she hadn’t blinked once the entire time. She seemed so…reptilian. Her eyes were so dark; they reminded him of black buttons…or a snake’s.
“You fainted,” the woman told him with no feeling in her voice at all. “Your head cracked the floor.”
Clark blanched.
“I expected your skull to be shattered, but I was incorrect.” She went on, crossing her arms. “How do you feel?”
The tone of her voice told him she could have cared less about how he was feeling.
“I feel fine,” he answered her, meaning it. He then made a funny face. “How did I get here?”
Bobby looked up at him. “We carried you.”
Clark cocked a dark brow. “Seriously?”
“You are quite heavy for a…”
But, Bobby’s mom was cut off before she could finish speaking by the intrusive sound of her ringing cell phone.
Clark felt like running away. What had she been about to say?
Alien?
Had they run tests on him? Lex had warned him about this.
“I will be there in a moment,” Bobby’s mother spoke into her cell phone, hanging up with a sharp flip. “I have to go correct a fool’s mistake, Robert. Return this…boy to the lobby and stay near the receptionist.”
Robert?
Bobby rolled his eyes. “Okay.”
She left the lab with a sharp snap of her long, white lab coat.
“Are you sure you’re all right, Clark?” Bobby asked with genuine concern. “You hit your head really hard.”
Clark responded with a nod, taking a polite glance around the lab. “I’m good.”
Test tubes were glowing, beakers simmered over low flames and a few microscopes illuminated fresh slides. For some odd reason, he felt like finding out if he could fit an entire petri dish into his mouth, but that might weird out Rosemary’s Baby.
“Good,” Bobby grinned, walking to the lab door. “I’m sorry about my mom. She is all work and can come off a bit cold.”
A bit?
Clark shook his head though. “I understand all too well.”
“Come on then,” Bobby told him, holding the door open. “Don’t you have a friend waiting for you?”
Clark immediately felt the blood drain from his face.
“How long was I out for?”
He really struggled not to pick the kid up and shake him hysterically.
Bobby shrugged his tiny shoulders. “Um, I’m eight.”
Clark dropped his head.
Lex was going to kill him, if he wasn’t already tearing the place apart trying to find him.
He followed after Bobby, nervously chewing his bottom lip.
~OOOOO~
Lex calmly and ever so politely glared across the pale marble countertop at the blond receptionist. “I’m going to kindly count to one and then I will summon every cop in the state to fall on this place.”
“Look,” the receptionist told him. “I’m a very busy woman and I don’t get paid well enough to put up with this crap. I don’t know where your ‘friend’ is and I don’t care. Get out of my face before I eat yours.”
She then promptly smiled like a cheerleader.
The bitch was actually smiling at him.
“Tell me where he is!” Lex snapped, steel eyes all ignited with rage. “Do you have any idea who I am?”
The bitch yawned.
The bitch yawned right in his face.
The fucking bitch yawned right in his face.
“Nope. Not a clue. Bald men don’t do it for me. My pussy likes to stalk a full jungle, if you know what I mean.”
He was just about to reach across the counter and pull her weave out, but stopped himself when he felt someone come up beside him. Lex quickly rationalized it would be rather unseemly to be seen knocking around a girl in front of a potential witness.
“Is Angel in, Harmony?” The new presence asked.
Lex looked and his eyes widened. He was side by side with a green devil with horns and crimson colored eyes.
The devil smiled at him in fanged greetings. “Don’t I know you?”
Lex took a moment and quickly realized who it was.
“You should,” he gushed all over the devil. “I was at your concert in Vegas. I had platinum seating.”
Crimson eyes flashed for a moment, but then filled with real warmth. “Fabulous. Well done.”
“Lex.”
Clark?
He looked.
It was.
He wasn’t going to have to smack a bitch after all. Praise be to Allah and Her many, many camels.
“I’m so sorry,” the farmboy said, walking up to him.
“I told you to stay,” Lex told him. “Where have you been?”
“I was helping Bobby find his mom,” Clark answered, suddenly looking all about. “Where did he go?”
Lex sighed and whispered up close. “I thought you’d been taken.”
Clark laughed. “Paranoid?”
“Always.”
“Thank you so much, Harm,” the green man said, walking off, completely ignoring Clark’s look of sheer amazement.
“Come on,” Lex said, stirring him towards the front doors. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
“Paranoid,” Clark sang, following Lex towards the doors.
Neither of them saw the green demon spin around on his Gucci heels with eyes the size of red tomatoes.
“PROSTITUTION WHORE!” A woman’s loud voice came shrieking through the lobby. “I WANT THAT DUMB BITCH DANIELLE DEAD! IZ BITCH BETTAH? IZ BITCH BETTAH? What? What? I’m totally fine. It’s a Jersey thing. PROSTITUTION WHORE!”
TBC…
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