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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,798
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Ten
The Snow Queen
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or the Snow Queen, but my friends do call me the Snow Queen.
Summary: Winter has taken a life in Smallville and everyone thinks Clark has become colder than ice. MM, Language.
Chapter Ten
“Fine,” Robber Guy said looking down at Bart through the metal bars, “You don’t actually have to rob on your first time, Bart.”
“No,” Bart said as he walked around trying to find another way out, only to see nothing but wall in his way.
Robber Guy threw his dagger down with a clang, “Why not?”
“Because I don’t steal anymore,” Bart said as he looked up at him.
“They would kill us if they had half the chance,” Robber Guy sneered angrily as he pointed to the patch over his eyes, “How do you think I got this? Shot at I was.”
“No you weren’t,” Bart sighed, “Just for props, remember?”
“But I might have been shot at,” Robber Guy said as he picked his knife back up and started sharpening it again.
“Did you shoot at them first,” Bart asked.
“Yes,” Robber Guy said with a dark smile, “And it was fun.”
“I’m not going to go out shooting at people just because its fun,” Bart said, “I have to find Clark.”
“That boy again,” Robber Guy hissed, “You mean the boy who left you?”
“He didn’t leave me,” Bart answered softly, “The Snow Queen took him.”
“She didn’t take him,” Robber Guy laughed, “He went off with a woman, and an older woman at that. That must really rip your self esteem to shreds, huh?”
“I have to save him,” Bart said.
“How do you know he wants saving,” Robber Guy asked.
“Because I love him,” Bart said and his blue eyes were glowing with emotion, “And I know he loves me, too.”
Robber Guy made a face, “If he loves you, then why did he go off with her?”
“He was in pain,” Bart whispered, “And she hardened his heart.”
“Oh,” Robber guy snorted, “And you think you can soften it again, hmm?”
“I will try,” Bart said wishing that the ass hole would let him go.
Robber Guy got down on his hands and knees so he was looking right down at Bart. The look on his handsome face frightened him.
“Do you have any idea how powerful the Snow Queen really is,” Robber Guy asked, “Do you have any idea how cruel, and cold, and wonderful she can be? How do you even think you can stand up to her?”
“I love him,” Bart said softly, “And I’ll do anything to have him back.”
“Stop kidding yourself,” Robber Guy hissed, “You’re going to stay down there until you see things my way.”
Bart spun around and punched the wall with all his might as Robber Guy walked away. It hurt like hell but it felt good. If only the wall had been Robber Guy’s face.
“Hey,” a voice said through the wall, “Is someone there?”
“Whose there,” Bart asked pressing his ear against the cold wall.
“Bucky,” the voice said, “Who are you?”
“Bart,” he said, “Are you in a cell as well?”
“No,” Bucky told him, “I’m in a shed. I can see the daylight too. I could escape if only I wasn’t chained to the wall.”
“How long have you been in there,” Bart asked feeling around on the wall.
“Not really sure,” Bucky said, “Maybe two years.”
“Really,” Bart asked.
“Yes,” Bucky said, “Once they catch you, they never let you go.”
“Maybe I can get to you,” Bart said.
“You could unchain me,” Bucky told him, “And then we could get out of here. I could kick the door down.”
Bart smiled, “Kick your way out? Do you think so?”
“We have to look on the bright side,” Bucky laughed, “Don’t we?”
Bart looked around and saw that he had a metal spoon to work with. He dropped his head and sighed.
“Better get started,” he mumbled.
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“They’re all so different,” Clark said as he fitted the pieces of the mirror together, “That’s the amazing thing.”
He walked over to the seven piles of glass he had made and picked up another piece, “Each piece has its own personality,” he said as he held it up to the light, “I can see the patterns right before my eyes.”
The Snow Queen smiled, “I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she said and moved closer to him, “Do you remember that boy you use to talk about?”
“I do, yes,” Clark said with blinding green eyes.
“You’re sure,” she asked as snow began to fall again.
Clark nodded, “Yes…just…what did he look like?”
“Well,” the Snow Queen smiled as he pressed into him, “I wouldn’t exactly call him ugly, but a boy like you is one in a trillion, and you deserve only the best.”
“And that’s you,” Clark said with a big smile as she pulled him closer.
“And that’s me,” she said with a matching smile that made her terrible beauty look soft and somewhat warm.
“Why don’t you show him the others,” Bear suggested in an unhappy voice.
The Snow Queen turned and gave him a chilling stare.
“You don’t want him to like me, Bear,” she asked coldly.
Bear lowered his head and the Snow Queen asked, “Well?”
“You know I don’t,” he said as she glided closer to him.
“And why would that be,” she asked as her snow white hair billowed like snow drifts.
“You know the answer to that as well,” he said sadly.
Her smile was terrible and her beauty was horrifying.
“But I like to hear it,” she hissed like creeping frost over the ground.
“Because,” he mumbled and turned away, “Because I love you.”
“What was that,’ she whispered like a cold wind through a little hole that only got louder, “I didn’t quite catch that.”
He turned back around to look at her and lowered his head so his eyes were even with hers, “Because I love you.”
“Because you love me,” she laughed and it was like shattering ice, “How wonderfully absurd, he loves me.”
Bear shook his head as he watched her glide away from him back over to Clark who was working on the mirror again.
“You’re not like the other boys,” the Snow Queen said to Clark, “Are you, Snowflake?”
She rubbed his shoulders, “Not at all,” she said and turned back to mock smile at Bear, “They were just pieces.”
She laughed and glided away from the room.
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A cold wind blew through the robber camp and Autumn was pissed. That Ice Bitch has gone to far this time. All that frigid ass wind muscling in on her turf.
“She’s gotten too big for her boots,” she screamed as the men rounded up their gear to take inside the tent, “She needs to be taken down a peg or two, before the whole years covered in snow!”
She fired her guns just to make herself feel better.
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The Snow Queen laughed when her sister’s words reached her ears. It was so much fun torturing each of them so. When her mirror was complete…she was going to bitch slap them out of existence.
She smiled at the field of frozen men that laid before her icy eyes. All their faces frozen open in horror…and they were so beautiful. Not as beautiful as Clark. He would make her collection complete. He would be her most prized man.
Hundreds of thousands were frozen in walls of ice and pillars as well. She loved the way the pale sunlight reflected off their horror filled eyes. Her frosty voice echoed all around her.
“All my frozen failures.”
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Bart was still digging with his spoon when a bucket of cold water fell over him. He cried out and spun around to look up at Autumn.
“There’s magic in you,” she said with a feral grin, “And I want to know about it.”
“I’m special,” Bart said.
“Whatever,” Autumn hissed like a wind making the leaves fall, “Why is this boy so important to you?”
“I love him,” Bart said, “He lost his parents, and must feel so alone right now.”
“People die all the time,” Autumn said nonchalantly, “They blaze red as if they’re going to live forever. But, they all fall, sooner or later. There’s nothing you can do about it. People just don’t come back because we want them too, Prince. The world moves on. Even I can’t stop the leaves from falling.”
“I know his parents wont come back,” Bart said, “But he needs to know that they’re always with him…and that he has me and all his friends. Wouldn’t you want your son to know that you’ll always be with him?”
“There’s heat in you,” Autumn said as she played with her hair, “She fears that, you know.”
“What who fears,” Bart asked and was really getting tired of the crazy people talk.
“The one you want to see,” she said with a mock smirk, “The one whose got your man.”
“Do you know her,” Bart asked.
“Know her,” Autumn hissed which caused leaves to fall all around her, “That Frigid Ice Bitch is my sister.”
Thunder echoed overhead, “But…she’s a Queen.”
“And I’m just a robber,” Autumn roared and threw her hands up in anger, “Well, it shouldn’t be like that, should it? Is it right? Is it just? Of course it isn’t!”
Bart trembled before her anger. The thunder was so loud and her voice matched it perfectly.
“She’s gotten too powerful,” she hissed.
“I can see that,” Bart said.
“She needs taking down a peg or two,” she whispered.
“But, your son said I wasn’t strong enough,” Bart said.
“What’s he know,” Autumn asked with an eye roll.
“Will you let me go,” Bart asked, “Will you let me go so I can go save Clark?”
Autumn laughed, “You are no threat to her…but he would never forgive me.”
“Who, the Robber Guy,” Bart asked, “Of course he would, you’re his mother.”
“Do you think children ever forgive their parents,” Autumn asked sadly and shook her head down at him, “Of course not.”
That hit home. He hated his parents for what they did to him…and Clark…he must hate his for leaving him.
He looked back up and Autumn was gone.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and ran through the wall without even thinking…and came face to face with a startled reindeer.
“Hello,” Bucky said.
“I,” Bart said looking around and then fell to his knees, “I thought you were a person.”
“I am a person,” Bucky said, “Just not the two legged kind.”
“Sorry,” Bart said apologetically, “I meant no disrespect, Bucky.”
Bucky laughed, “None taken, Bart.”
Bart got back to his feet and went to the wooden door so he could look out at the mountains in the distance.
“Winter is almost here,” he said, “Just look at all the snow on the peaks.”
“Good for sledging,” Bucky chuckled.
Bart snorted and pushed on the door, but there was a chain with a lock around it. This was not good. He quickly sat about taking the chain off Bucky.
“Wonderful having hands,” Bucky said, “Hoofs aren’t much good for that kind of work.”
“No,” Bart agreed, “But they will be when we race away from here faster than the wind.”
Bucky snorted.
“Do you know the way to Laplands,” Bart asked remembering the name on the map the Summer Princess had shown him.
“Of course,” Bucky said, “I was born there.”
“I need to find the Snow Queen before the Winter Solstice,” Bart said, “Or Clark will die.”
“Yes,” Bucky said, “I think I can get you there in time.”
“We should run in huge zigzags through the forest,” Bart told him, “So the robbers will get confused.”
“How smart of you,” Robber Guy said as he clapped from the door and opened it with a bang, “You were about to steal my reindeer. How very hypocritical of you. You don’t want to steal unless its something you really want, hmm?”
“This is different,” Bart said, “In fact, if you think robbing is so fine, you’ll have no problem with me robbing you.”
“Saucy,” Robber Guy smirked and punched Bart in the face, “Well, take that saucy boy.”
Bart fell flat in the hay and Robber Guy hissed, “Nobody steals from the Robber Guy! And nobody gets away from the Robber Guy either!”
He pulled out his sharp blade only for Bucky to kick it out of his hand with his back hoof.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you stupid jerky,” Robber Guy hissed angrily.
“Fighting for freedom,” Bucky snapped.
Robber guy went for his blade but Bart tripped him. He fell flat on his face with Bart on top of him and he rolled him over.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing,” Robber Guy yelled in fury as he struggled to break free.
“What you want me to do,” Bart smiled as he held the Robber Guy down, “Taking what I want.”
“What,” Robber Guy yelled.
“And now, I’m going to,” Bart said, “I want to get the hell out of here and find my Clark!”
Robber Guy yelled and Bart punched him in the nose. Robber Guy’s head smacked the hard floor and he moaned.
Bart climbed off him and yelled for Bucky as he kicked the door open, “Come on!”
The two of them raced off like the wind.
Robber Guy rolled over and got to his knees with a smile on his face. It was about time that lovely man decided to go for what he wanted. He was just sorry that it was not him that Bart was going for. Maybe he could stand up to the Snow Queen and get his man back…his mom was going to be pissed.
“Mommy,” Robber Guy yelled as he held a hand to his bloody nose and took off running, “Mommy!”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or the Snow Queen, but my friends do call me the Snow Queen.
Summary: Winter has taken a life in Smallville and everyone thinks Clark has become colder than ice. MM, Language.
Chapter Ten
“Fine,” Robber Guy said looking down at Bart through the metal bars, “You don’t actually have to rob on your first time, Bart.”
“No,” Bart said as he walked around trying to find another way out, only to see nothing but wall in his way.
Robber Guy threw his dagger down with a clang, “Why not?”
“Because I don’t steal anymore,” Bart said as he looked up at him.
“They would kill us if they had half the chance,” Robber Guy sneered angrily as he pointed to the patch over his eyes, “How do you think I got this? Shot at I was.”
“No you weren’t,” Bart sighed, “Just for props, remember?”
“But I might have been shot at,” Robber Guy said as he picked his knife back up and started sharpening it again.
“Did you shoot at them first,” Bart asked.
“Yes,” Robber Guy said with a dark smile, “And it was fun.”
“I’m not going to go out shooting at people just because its fun,” Bart said, “I have to find Clark.”
“That boy again,” Robber Guy hissed, “You mean the boy who left you?”
“He didn’t leave me,” Bart answered softly, “The Snow Queen took him.”
“She didn’t take him,” Robber Guy laughed, “He went off with a woman, and an older woman at that. That must really rip your self esteem to shreds, huh?”
“I have to save him,” Bart said.
“How do you know he wants saving,” Robber Guy asked.
“Because I love him,” Bart said and his blue eyes were glowing with emotion, “And I know he loves me, too.”
Robber Guy made a face, “If he loves you, then why did he go off with her?”
“He was in pain,” Bart whispered, “And she hardened his heart.”
“Oh,” Robber guy snorted, “And you think you can soften it again, hmm?”
“I will try,” Bart said wishing that the ass hole would let him go.
Robber Guy got down on his hands and knees so he was looking right down at Bart. The look on his handsome face frightened him.
“Do you have any idea how powerful the Snow Queen really is,” Robber Guy asked, “Do you have any idea how cruel, and cold, and wonderful she can be? How do you even think you can stand up to her?”
“I love him,” Bart said softly, “And I’ll do anything to have him back.”
“Stop kidding yourself,” Robber Guy hissed, “You’re going to stay down there until you see things my way.”
Bart spun around and punched the wall with all his might as Robber Guy walked away. It hurt like hell but it felt good. If only the wall had been Robber Guy’s face.
“Hey,” a voice said through the wall, “Is someone there?”
“Whose there,” Bart asked pressing his ear against the cold wall.
“Bucky,” the voice said, “Who are you?”
“Bart,” he said, “Are you in a cell as well?”
“No,” Bucky told him, “I’m in a shed. I can see the daylight too. I could escape if only I wasn’t chained to the wall.”
“How long have you been in there,” Bart asked feeling around on the wall.
“Not really sure,” Bucky said, “Maybe two years.”
“Really,” Bart asked.
“Yes,” Bucky said, “Once they catch you, they never let you go.”
“Maybe I can get to you,” Bart said.
“You could unchain me,” Bucky told him, “And then we could get out of here. I could kick the door down.”
Bart smiled, “Kick your way out? Do you think so?”
“We have to look on the bright side,” Bucky laughed, “Don’t we?”
Bart looked around and saw that he had a metal spoon to work with. He dropped his head and sighed.
“Better get started,” he mumbled.
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“They’re all so different,” Clark said as he fitted the pieces of the mirror together, “That’s the amazing thing.”
He walked over to the seven piles of glass he had made and picked up another piece, “Each piece has its own personality,” he said as he held it up to the light, “I can see the patterns right before my eyes.”
The Snow Queen smiled, “I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she said and moved closer to him, “Do you remember that boy you use to talk about?”
“I do, yes,” Clark said with blinding green eyes.
“You’re sure,” she asked as snow began to fall again.
Clark nodded, “Yes…just…what did he look like?”
“Well,” the Snow Queen smiled as he pressed into him, “I wouldn’t exactly call him ugly, but a boy like you is one in a trillion, and you deserve only the best.”
“And that’s you,” Clark said with a big smile as she pulled him closer.
“And that’s me,” she said with a matching smile that made her terrible beauty look soft and somewhat warm.
“Why don’t you show him the others,” Bear suggested in an unhappy voice.
The Snow Queen turned and gave him a chilling stare.
“You don’t want him to like me, Bear,” she asked coldly.
Bear lowered his head and the Snow Queen asked, “Well?”
“You know I don’t,” he said as she glided closer to him.
“And why would that be,” she asked as her snow white hair billowed like snow drifts.
“You know the answer to that as well,” he said sadly.
Her smile was terrible and her beauty was horrifying.
“But I like to hear it,” she hissed like creeping frost over the ground.
“Because,” he mumbled and turned away, “Because I love you.”
“What was that,’ she whispered like a cold wind through a little hole that only got louder, “I didn’t quite catch that.”
He turned back around to look at her and lowered his head so his eyes were even with hers, “Because I love you.”
“Because you love me,” she laughed and it was like shattering ice, “How wonderfully absurd, he loves me.”
Bear shook his head as he watched her glide away from him back over to Clark who was working on the mirror again.
“You’re not like the other boys,” the Snow Queen said to Clark, “Are you, Snowflake?”
She rubbed his shoulders, “Not at all,” she said and turned back to mock smile at Bear, “They were just pieces.”
She laughed and glided away from the room.
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A cold wind blew through the robber camp and Autumn was pissed. That Ice Bitch has gone to far this time. All that frigid ass wind muscling in on her turf.
“She’s gotten too big for her boots,” she screamed as the men rounded up their gear to take inside the tent, “She needs to be taken down a peg or two, before the whole years covered in snow!”
She fired her guns just to make herself feel better.
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The Snow Queen laughed when her sister’s words reached her ears. It was so much fun torturing each of them so. When her mirror was complete…she was going to bitch slap them out of existence.
She smiled at the field of frozen men that laid before her icy eyes. All their faces frozen open in horror…and they were so beautiful. Not as beautiful as Clark. He would make her collection complete. He would be her most prized man.
Hundreds of thousands were frozen in walls of ice and pillars as well. She loved the way the pale sunlight reflected off their horror filled eyes. Her frosty voice echoed all around her.
“All my frozen failures.”
888888888888888888888888888
Bart was still digging with his spoon when a bucket of cold water fell over him. He cried out and spun around to look up at Autumn.
“There’s magic in you,” she said with a feral grin, “And I want to know about it.”
“I’m special,” Bart said.
“Whatever,” Autumn hissed like a wind making the leaves fall, “Why is this boy so important to you?”
“I love him,” Bart said, “He lost his parents, and must feel so alone right now.”
“People die all the time,” Autumn said nonchalantly, “They blaze red as if they’re going to live forever. But, they all fall, sooner or later. There’s nothing you can do about it. People just don’t come back because we want them too, Prince. The world moves on. Even I can’t stop the leaves from falling.”
“I know his parents wont come back,” Bart said, “But he needs to know that they’re always with him…and that he has me and all his friends. Wouldn’t you want your son to know that you’ll always be with him?”
“There’s heat in you,” Autumn said as she played with her hair, “She fears that, you know.”
“What who fears,” Bart asked and was really getting tired of the crazy people talk.
“The one you want to see,” she said with a mock smirk, “The one whose got your man.”
“Do you know her,” Bart asked.
“Know her,” Autumn hissed which caused leaves to fall all around her, “That Frigid Ice Bitch is my sister.”
Thunder echoed overhead, “But…she’s a Queen.”
“And I’m just a robber,” Autumn roared and threw her hands up in anger, “Well, it shouldn’t be like that, should it? Is it right? Is it just? Of course it isn’t!”
Bart trembled before her anger. The thunder was so loud and her voice matched it perfectly.
“She’s gotten too powerful,” she hissed.
“I can see that,” Bart said.
“She needs taking down a peg or two,” she whispered.
“But, your son said I wasn’t strong enough,” Bart said.
“What’s he know,” Autumn asked with an eye roll.
“Will you let me go,” Bart asked, “Will you let me go so I can go save Clark?”
Autumn laughed, “You are no threat to her…but he would never forgive me.”
“Who, the Robber Guy,” Bart asked, “Of course he would, you’re his mother.”
“Do you think children ever forgive their parents,” Autumn asked sadly and shook her head down at him, “Of course not.”
That hit home. He hated his parents for what they did to him…and Clark…he must hate his for leaving him.
He looked back up and Autumn was gone.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and ran through the wall without even thinking…and came face to face with a startled reindeer.
“Hello,” Bucky said.
“I,” Bart said looking around and then fell to his knees, “I thought you were a person.”
“I am a person,” Bucky said, “Just not the two legged kind.”
“Sorry,” Bart said apologetically, “I meant no disrespect, Bucky.”
Bucky laughed, “None taken, Bart.”
Bart got back to his feet and went to the wooden door so he could look out at the mountains in the distance.
“Winter is almost here,” he said, “Just look at all the snow on the peaks.”
“Good for sledging,” Bucky chuckled.
Bart snorted and pushed on the door, but there was a chain with a lock around it. This was not good. He quickly sat about taking the chain off Bucky.
“Wonderful having hands,” Bucky said, “Hoofs aren’t much good for that kind of work.”
“No,” Bart agreed, “But they will be when we race away from here faster than the wind.”
Bucky snorted.
“Do you know the way to Laplands,” Bart asked remembering the name on the map the Summer Princess had shown him.
“Of course,” Bucky said, “I was born there.”
“I need to find the Snow Queen before the Winter Solstice,” Bart said, “Or Clark will die.”
“Yes,” Bucky said, “I think I can get you there in time.”
“We should run in huge zigzags through the forest,” Bart told him, “So the robbers will get confused.”
“How smart of you,” Robber Guy said as he clapped from the door and opened it with a bang, “You were about to steal my reindeer. How very hypocritical of you. You don’t want to steal unless its something you really want, hmm?”
“This is different,” Bart said, “In fact, if you think robbing is so fine, you’ll have no problem with me robbing you.”
“Saucy,” Robber Guy smirked and punched Bart in the face, “Well, take that saucy boy.”
Bart fell flat in the hay and Robber Guy hissed, “Nobody steals from the Robber Guy! And nobody gets away from the Robber Guy either!”
He pulled out his sharp blade only for Bucky to kick it out of his hand with his back hoof.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you stupid jerky,” Robber Guy hissed angrily.
“Fighting for freedom,” Bucky snapped.
Robber guy went for his blade but Bart tripped him. He fell flat on his face with Bart on top of him and he rolled him over.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing,” Robber Guy yelled in fury as he struggled to break free.
“What you want me to do,” Bart smiled as he held the Robber Guy down, “Taking what I want.”
“What,” Robber Guy yelled.
“And now, I’m going to,” Bart said, “I want to get the hell out of here and find my Clark!”
Robber Guy yelled and Bart punched him in the nose. Robber Guy’s head smacked the hard floor and he moaned.
Bart climbed off him and yelled for Bucky as he kicked the door open, “Come on!”
The two of them raced off like the wind.
Robber Guy rolled over and got to his knees with a smile on his face. It was about time that lovely man decided to go for what he wanted. He was just sorry that it was not him that Bart was going for. Maybe he could stand up to the Snow Queen and get his man back…his mom was going to be pissed.
“Mommy,” Robber Guy yelled as he held a hand to his bloody nose and took off running, “Mommy!”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.