Death Falls from His Lips

Death Falls from His Lips

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or The Crow and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: A beautiful young man’s soul has been brought back on the dark wings of a crow and he is thirsting for revenge against those who killed him and his boyfriend in cold blood. This story will contain boy love, strong language, explicit violence, and a few original characters. This story has been rewritten.

Chapter One

Chloe stood there with Clark right behind her, gazing down at the two still bodies that were lying out on two different observation tables. The two of them were covered from their ankles up to their faces by a thin white cloth. The room was so silent and cold, it was haunting.

It had been so easy breaking in. The security was always lax at Metropolis Medical. It had been so easy getting in, but this was so damn hard. Here she was, looking at down at her two dead friends. Why did this have to happen? This was real. This really was real.

She reached out with a trembling hand and flipped up a plastic toe tag. The body that was lying right in front of her under that thin white sheet was Lee Brennan. A shiver ran straight down her spine as she walked around to where his head was. Clark gave her a small smile and she lifted the sheet away from his face.

She gasped and stumbled backwards with a muffled yelp. She would have fallen if Clark had not been fast enough to catch her. She clung to his chest sobbing and he quickly covered the face back up. There was no way his funeral would be open casket.

Those blue eyes were blood red and bulging from their sockets to the extreme. That tongue was thick and protruding between busted lips. His neck was bruised darkly with deep rope burns, and stretched out of proportion. He must have suffered terribly before finally dying. This meant that it was Trey who had been shot. Maybe he had died a little easier.

“Oh, God,” Chloe whispered and squeezed Clark tight. She was trembling and she couldn’t stop. She has seen death and had even killed before. Why was this so damn hard to take in? This was evil. What had been done to these two boys had been evil. This was true evil.

“We can leave,” Clark said when she pulled away from him. She shook her head. This was something she was going to have to solve. Two of her college friends were dead and she was going to find out why. This made no sense to her at all. As far as she knew, these two were nice boys. They had no enemies that she knew of because they were so friendly.

She placed a hand on the side of Lee’s once handsome face and moved over to where Trey lay. Her hand trembled as she reached out and pulled the thin white sheet back from his face. The breath in her lungs went away. His flesh was so white and cold. He looked like he was carved from alabaster.

“Even in death,” she whispered as she gazed at the cleansed bullet wound between his closed eyes, gently caressing his smooth cheek. “You can’t help but be beautiful.”

She ran her fingers through his silky black hair. It was so soft and lovely. He looked like an angel. “I’ll find who did this to you…to the both of you.”

Clark walked forward, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll help the best I can.”

He looked down at Trey’s face. If it had not been for the bullet hole, he would have looked like he was merely sleeping. He found it strange that he had bumped into him hours before his death. It was spooky.

“Was that a crow?” He asked and Chloe did not answer.

She was too lost in her thoughts. Jerry had been at home. She wondered if Lee or Trey’s families knew that they were gay and involved with each other. Someone had broken in, killed them both, and then searched for something. What could they have been looking for? As far as she knew, neither was involved with drugs or anything of that nature.

“What could that murdering bastard have been searching for?” She asked herself.

“Quick,” Clark said, ushering her over, so they could hide behind a table in the back. They could hear upset voices and then the door to the room opened violently.

“Not my baby!” A frantic female’s voice wailed like a siren. “Please, not my baby!”

“I know this is hard, Mrs. Brennan,” a male voice said. It must have been a doctor or somebody of that nature. “Perhaps it would be best if you…”

“Show me my baby!” She shrieked in anger.

“Calm down, Anna,” another male voice said.

“Calm the fuck down?” She bellowed in wrath. “Our baby is dead! And you’re telling me to calm the fuck down? How the fuck can you be so fucking calm?”

“This is his punishment for disobeying the Lord.” That voice spat angrily.

“You fucking, goddamned, son of a bitch,” she shrieked, and there was a hard slapping sound and a deep grunt of pain. She must have slapped her husband hard.

“Please,” the doctor begged and all was silent.

Chloe pressed her face against Clark’s warm chest and closed her eyes when Lee’s mother screamed in agony. Clark wrapped his arms around her.

“NO!” She screamed. “I’M NOT LEAVING HIM HERE LIKE THIS! GODDAMN YOU BOTH! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”

Clark wondered how his mother had reacted when he had died. He had never asked and he hoped she had not been like this. He never wanted his mom to have this anger or this kind of pain. It was breaking his heart to listen to Mrs. Brennan cry so. This was truly a mother’s worst nightmare.

“Lee!” She cried out. “Let me go! My baby needs me!”

“He’s gone, Anna!” That harsh male voice yelled in fury. The two of them could hear cloth being ripped. “The faggot is gone.”

“You cruel son of a bitch, and yes I mean that bitch that bore you!” She shrieked and the two teens heard another hard slap. “Ever since he told you about his relationship with…”

Chloe raised her head up. There was even more pain in the poor woman’s voice. It was like she could hear the tears running down her cheeks.

“Trey,” Anna whispered and the two teens heard the sharp clicking of high heels racing across the room.

Clark crouched down lower with her.

“Anna,” Mr. Brennan ordered. “Come here now, before you catch something. You know faggots are diseased.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Anna cooed as she caressed Trey’s paper white face.

“Anna,” Mr. Brennan hissed angrily. “Just you wait until we get home. I will not stand for such disobedience, woman.”

Clark and Chloe heard a sharp intake of breath. They both wanted her to give it to the stupid bastard.

“I would sacrifice my soul to the Prince of Hell for you to be the one lying here instead of my baby and his lover,” she spat like acidic fire and her bright blue eyes glowed with rage. “If I were you, I’d sleep with my bedroom door locked.”

She turned back to her son and the two hidden teens could hear her sobs. They jumped when they heard a door slam violently. “YOU STUPID BITCH!”

“Mrs. Brennan,” the doctor said softly. His voice was filled with pain also. “The Garlands will be coming in shortly to identify their son.”

“Do you have children,” the extremely wealthy women asked in a quiet voice. There was such pain and remorse in her kind voice.

“Yes,” the doctor told her. “I have two little girls.”

“Then I pray to whichever Powers that give a damn,” she said softly. “That you shall never feel the agony of losing a child, Doctor.”

“Can I get you anything?” He asked her.

“I want my son back,” she sobbed. “And the best divorce lawyer money can buy.”

“Please,” the doctor said and the two teens listened to him escort Mrs. Brennan from the room.

Clark got to his feet and quickly helped Chloe to hers. The two looked around and sighed in relief. That had been too close.

“Let’s go,” Chloe whispered, taking one last look at her covered friends.

Clark lifted her up into his arms, and they were gone in a whoosh.

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Elizabeth Garland sat in her bedroom with tears streaming from her smoky gray eyes that were red and bloodshot. Her long dark hair looked wicked and wild as she got to her feet.

The green silk nightgown she had on hissed around her thin ankles like the shimmering wings of a dragonfly as he made her way from her bedroom and down the staircase. She had left her husband in his den earlier. He had finally been able to fall asleep. He had not been able to stop crying.

She made her way out to the garden where she got down on her knees before the hidden Goddess statue in the blooming shrubs and the flowering vines. If anyone was looking, they would see a beautiful woman with creamy white skin looking more deadly than a hissing cobra.

Her son was dead. The light in her world was gone. All she had now was the memories and the endless darkness in which they haunted. Daggers stabbed at her aching heart.

“Where is the justice?” She cried at the image of the Mother Goddess. “Does my pain mean nothing?”

She knew that death was a part of life. Everything born is destined to someday die. It is the way of this world. Nothing in life is fair and she knew it to be selfish to demand otherwise. For what is fair to one is not fair to another. She is not the only parent to ever loose a child to hatred and violence.

Was this because her son was gay? Did this happen because he was so happily in love with another man? How many children have died due to homophobia? They are either picked on, beaten, murdered, or they take their own lives. It was an endless cycle of ignorance, stupidity, and unnecessary evil.

“This is not right,” she sobbed as she dug into the soft earth with her beautiful manicured fingers. She dug until her nails broke and her fingers were bleeding. It did nothing to dull the pain that was stabbing, gnawing, and eating at her heart. “THIS IS WRONG!”

She sniffed and looked up at the full silver moon in the sky with tears streaming down her porcelain smooth cheeks. The pain in her heart was as sharp as the moon’s silver beams piercing the surface of a deep blue ocean. It was the pain that only a mother could ever know.

“Mother,” she prayed, spreading her pale arms wide before the statue. “Please, I beg of you. Don’t let this crime go unpunished. Make those responsible pay for their evil deeds. My son did not deserve this wickedness. He only deserved happiness, Mother.”

A warm breeze blew through her garden and she could smell the scent of night blooming jasmine. Trey had loved that smell so much. The shadows danced all around her as she breathed the sweet scent in. It reminded her of happier nights. When Trey had been just a baby she had carried him through the garden, singing to him about the Goddess’s love. As he grew older, they would play Hide and Seek until they both couldn’t run anymore. He had been such a bright and happy child.

The statue of the Goddess was white as alabaster, but right now it was the color of onyx, due to the absence of light. The Dark Goddess moved in the hissing shadows with eyes that burned like crimson amber fire. There was a fury burning deep within like a raging furnace fueled with an endless supply of wrath.

Elizabeth got back to her feet and slowly made her lonely and broken way back inside the manor. She had to go and check on her husband. He was the one who broke down and cried at the morgue. Their beautiful baby had just been lying there on that cold metal table right beside his boyfriend of three years. Their beautiful lives had been snatched away by evil hands.

“They did not deserve this,” she whispered like a lonely breeze blowing through a cold cemetery at night. “They deserved endless happiness.”

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The call of the onyx black crow filled his ears and smoky gray eyes with long dark lashes fluttered open like the wings of butterflies at play. He found himself surrounded by a cold darkness and it frightened him terribly. There was something soft covering his face and it was suffocating him.

He moved to sit up, but banged his head against something hard and metallic. He moved his legs but was surrounded by freezing cold metal walls. He started to panic and real fear set in.

“Where am I?” He screamed and started thrashing about, kicking his legs wildly. “Let me out of here!”

He kicked his feet only to hear a metallic clang. He rolled over onto his stomach and began punching the wall before him. It was all too small. He couldn’t breathe. Where the fuck was he?

“Let me out!” He screamed, trying to get up, and couldn’t do so.

He could hear the crow and it frightened him even more. He lashed out with all his might and the door swung open with a bang. He took a quick breath of relief when light flooded him.

He began to crawl forward only to yelp when he tumbled out and hit the floor with a thud, face first. He just laid there completely naked and sprawled on his back. It was freezing and he was shivering like crazy. He felt as though his bones were coated in a thick layer of ice.

He gazed up at the bare ceiling and blinked. Where the hell was he? Why wasn’t he in his bed with Lee?

He rolled over and crawled to his knees to take a look around. This place looked like a morgue. Why the hell was he in a morgue?

He got to his feet and realized that he was completely naked. This was not good. What the hell was going on?

Caw!

He jumped and spun around to see that there was a crow looking right at him with burning amber eyes. It was perched on top of a shelf. It’s wings seemed to glow with a ghostly blue light.

He pulled out the thin white sheet he had woken up under and wrapped it around himself. It was so damn cold in here. Was this a dream? If so, it was not a very fun one. He would very much like to wake up now.

“Hello,” he called out in a tiny voice.

Caw.

He pulled the thin sheet around him tighter. Why was he in the morgue? He felt something under his foot. He looked down to see that it was a toe tag. The sight of the thin piece of paper made him queasy. Why did he have a toe tag on? Only dead people wore these. Was somebody playing trick on him?

He lifted his foot up and slid it off this toe. It had his name on it and a number. What the hell was going on?

Caw!

The crow fluttered closer to him and Trey jumped back and hit the door right next to his open one. A sharp pain filled his mind and he saw an image that made him cry out. He fell to his knees and moaned.

“I love you,” Lee smiled with happy, bright blue eyes.

He grabbed his head to try and fight back the pain he was feeling. It felt as though his brain was going to explode out the back of his skull. The pain was torturous.

“How come you won’t date a handsome stud like me?” Lee asked with a playful pout and poked him on the tip of his nose.

“Stop it,’ Trey yelled and fell over onto his side, holding his head, fighting the images.

“Let’s see you block my drunken baby deer attack,” Lee laughed as he danced around the sitting room like a maniac. “None can stand up to its awesome power.”

Caw!

That door opened and he saw Lee’s naked body just hanging there off the floor by the neck. His neck stretched and marked by that cruel rope. His eyes were staring and sightless and his mouth gaping wide in agony.

“NO!” He screamed and rolled onto his back, blinded by horror.

This was not real. None of this was real. He wanted to wake up. He had to get out of here.

He could see someone standing in the shadows, holding a gun on him. It was cocked and ready.

“Why,” his scared voice asked in confusion, echoing in the silence of falling water.

He screamed when the gunshot echoed all around him and he arched his back up off the floor. The bullet wound between his eyes bled, and then immediately sealed itself shut. His eyes glowed like a molten winter storm that was raging on the world’s tallest mountain.

Caw!

He scrambled to his feet and he ran. The black wings of the amber eyed crow were fluttering right behind him. He ran and he ran and he ran. There was the sound of a thousand-thousand wings following him.

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Chloe looked up from her computer screen to see that Clark had passed out on her bed. The television remote was still in his hand and there was a box of cookies on his chest. She could not believe that he actually watched Ivory Towers. That was just funny. That show made Lois cry like a baby.

She looked at the picture of her two friends she had stolen from Trey’s room and smiled sadly. How was she going to avenge them? She didn’t even know where to begin.

She thought of Anna Brennan, Lee’s mother. She had fallen apart. She was angry, hell, she was pissed off. Her husband, Lee’s father, was a complete ass hole. How could someone be so cold? His child was dead. She could only imagine what Trey’s parents were going through. That was what caused her to think. Lee’s father had sounded almost proud that his son was gone. Why was that? Could he have been in on this? But, why? He put his name down under Jerry’s.

Clark began to snore and he rolled over onto his stomach. The cookies just went everywhere. He was so going to clean that up.

He had stayed with her all day. Misery loves company. Lex was so in for it. He has no idea who he has royally pissed off. She meant that literally, too. Clark was an alien prince and he was going to bitch slap a bitch with his tiara. He might even ram a spaceship up someone’s ass.

Caw!

She almost jumped out of her skin. There was a crow rapping at her window.

A frantic knock suddenly came at her door.

Who the hell could that be?

She got to her feet and walked over to open it.

It was a guy and he had a hood on, “Chloe?”

Her blue eyes widened in shock when that haunted face looked up at her with terrified gray eyes.

She put a hand to her mouth.

“I’m scared,” he whispered, shivering. “I can’t find Lee.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was dreaming. This couldn’t be real. Trey’s beautiful ghost was haunting her dreams. She had made a promise to avenge him, and now his ghost was here to make sure that she did just that.

Caw!

“Chloe,” he whispered with teary eyes, trembling even more. He had his arms wrapped around himself. “I can’t find Lee.”

“Oh, Trey,” she said, reaching out, pulling the bigger man into her arms. “It’s okay.”

“Chloe,” Clark yawned from the bed behind her. “Who is it?”

That was when she realized that the man shivering in her arms was no dream. She really was holding Trey in her arms. She was holding a dead guy in her arms. There was a dead guy in her arms.

“I couldn’t get into my dorm without my ID,” he said with a scared sob. “And nobody was at the desk to let me in, so I ran here. The side door was open.”

Chloe just patted his back reassuringly. She was doing her best to stay calm.

“Chloe,” Clark asked, getting up, and his eyes went really wide.

Caw!

“Please,” Chloe said, begging softly. “Please, don’t eat my brain.”

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Lex flipped his cell phone shut and smiled wickedly. Everything was going according to plan.

“Did you succeed in finding what I asked of you?” He asked in a blood chilling voice that dripped malice in its purest form.

The man nodded in real terror. All trembled before the awesome might of Alexander Luthor.

Lex chuckled and tapped his fingers together maniacally. “Most excellent.”

He was going to have to call Clark for that rematch. He so hated losing.

He took the videogame from the man’s trembling hands and chuckled. “I can so kick his butt at this game.”

“Very good, Sir,” the man bowed and left the receipt on his desk. Lex watched the poor guy practically run from the room. Now that was just funny.

Lex threw his head back, held his new game up on high, and howled with evil laughter. He simply loved E-Bay. You could even purchase people’s souls on there, and the shipping was free. It was simply amazing. He was going to have to kiss Clark good for introducing him to such a wonderful pastime.

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Caw!

“NO!” Trey cried out, sitting straight up on the bed, tears streaming from his crystal clear smoky gray eyes.

Clark jumped awake to see Chloe holding the young man in her arms. He had sobbed himself to sleep in her lap on the floor earlier this morning. The two of them had been too shocked at seeing him alive and bullet free after seeing him dead in the morgue to do anything else. He had been the one to put the pretty boy in the bed.

How were they going to explain this? He had had a bullet hole right between his beautiful eyes, and now it was gone. He was alive and walking around.

Clark could hear Trey’s heart beating in his breast and he could hear the blood flowing through his veins. The people at the hospital were going to think that they had a body thief on their hands. People were going to think that he was some kind of meteor freak.

Wait! A meteor freak! Stranger things have happened. Lana had been possessed by a wicked witch and Chloe has been possessed by a ghost…three times. How was this any different? Everything was going to be cool, just as long as Trey did not go all Resident Evil on their asses. He hated zombie movies.

“How did I get here?” Trey asked, looking around. “I’m having such bad dreams.”

“What do you remember?” Chloe asked him in a soothing tone.

“You,” Trey said, looking right at Clark. “I ran into you on that corner…it hurt.”

“Sorry,” Clark pouted. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He hadn’t meant to run into him like that. He had been distraught. Stupid Lex!

“I met Lee for dinner at Tommy’s,” Trey went on and sniffled. “I didn’t enjoy the food at all. It was terrible.”

Chloe gave him a smile. “And?”

He moved away from her and wiped his eyes. His hands were so white. Hell, his whole body was the color of fresh fallen snow.

“He was so mad at me,” Trey whispered. “He doesn’t like it when I walk alone at night. He’s terrified that I’ll wind up like his sister.”

Clark nodded. He didn’t like it when Lex did that either. Hell, everyone he knew did it. “What about his sister?”

“Amanda,” Trey said, looking around. “She loved to jog at night. She was killed two blocks from her house.”

Trey saw his hand reaching out to open that closed door and he grabbed his head. He did not want to see this. It wasn’t real. Lee was not dead!

“He took me back to my dorm, I signed him in, we went up to my room, we…watched movies,” Trey said, suddenly smiling. “He gave me this…ring.”

He looked at his finger and he could hear the door opening. The sound coming from the shower was getting louder.

“Where is it?” He asked, grabbing his finger in a panic. “Where is my ring he gave me?”

He could see a shadow hanging in the light. It was twirling around in slow, sickening circles. There was a smell of something foul.

Chloe pulled the ring out of her pocket and gently handed it to him. The instant it touched his palm, he could see Lee’s lifeless corpse hanging before him on that rope. He could see the yellow threads digging into Lee’s corded neck, forcing his tongue from his mouth. He could see those still toes dangling just inches from the floor.

Caw!

“NO!” He screamed and scrambled back, falling off the bed with a thud.

The two teens were on their feet in an instant.

He was clawing at the floor, scrambling to his knees, trying to crawl away from the image before his eyes. It was too scary. He didn’t want to see it anymore. “Not real,” he chanted over and over as he backed up into a corner, and hugged his knees tightly to his trembling chest.

Chloe looked at Clark. They didn’t know what to do.

Caw!

“Stay back!” He hissed at them and clawed his way up the wall until he was standing on his shaking feet.

“Trey,” Chloe cooed, holding her hands up. “Calm down.”

“He isn’t dead!” He yelled, pointing at her. “He isn’t dead!”

She bit her bottom lip.

“No!” Trey snapped. “Don’t do that! Why are you doing that?”

A knock came at the door. “Chloe?”

“Lois,” Chloe gasped, looking at Clark.

“Have you seen this morning’s paper,” she asked from the other side of the door. “Two guys were killed on the seventh floor in Grant Hall.”

Trey trembled and let out a shaking breath.

“One was strung up in the bathroom and the other shot right in the face,” she called.

He could see the gun being pointed right at him and his mouth gaped in horror.

Caw!

“Is that a crow?” Lois asked as she banged on the door harder. “Didn’t we leave those back in Podunk?”

Trey cocked his head to the side and looked right into those burning amber orbs. It was as though the bird was speaking to him.

“Lois!” Chloe called out. “I’ll be just a second!”

“What are you doing in there?” Lois asked.

Chloe ran over to her window and threw it open. The crow took flight on shimmering black wings.

“Quick,” Chloe said to Clark. “Climb out.”

Clark made a face. “Huh?”

“Do it,” she snapped.

Trey was lost in translation.

“Take him to the farm,” she said, pushing him over to the window. “And I’ll come by when I can throw her off.”

“Umm, Chloe,” Clark said, sticking a leg out the window. “Secret?”

“Dead guys don’t talk,” she said.

“Tell him that,” Clark pointed as he jumped out into the bushes.

“Lee,” Trey whispered and saw their picture on Chloe’s desk. Why was that here? Shouldn’t that be on his desk? Another tear fell from a gray orb.

“Chloe,” Lois yelled and banged on the door. “Is that a man I hear?”

“Trey,” Chloe whispered. “I need you to go with my best friend here.”

He looked at her and then at the green eyed man. His bottom lip trembled.

Caw!

“Chloe?” Lois thundered and rattled the door handle. “What’s going on in there? Don’t make me kick this door in, Missy?”

COME.

Trey blinked, picked the ring up off the floor, and slid it onto his finger. He walked over to the window, looked at his friend, and let Clark help him out.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Chloe said and Clark picked Trey up into his arms.

“What are you doing?” Trey asked, only to vanish in a whoosh.

Chloe spun around when the door was kicked.

“Son of a bitch,” Lois snarled. “I just broke my damn heel!”

“I told you to wait, Lois!” Chloe yelled, throwing the door open.

“What the hell were you doing?” Lois asked as she wobbled inside, taking a good look around.

Caw!

Chloe pointed at her open window. “We have birds.”

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Clark suddenly appeared right in front of his farmhouse and sat the young man that was in his arms down on his bare feet. He took a step back and watched those spooky gray eyes look around and then at him in wonder. The truck was gone. Where had his mom gone?

“How did you do that?” Trey asked, looking at the pretty little house. “Where are we?”

“I’m super fast,” Clark said as he watched him. “We’re in Smallville, and this is where I live.”

“Smallville,” Trey whispered, looking at the big red barn dreamily. “Lee wanted to bring me here and go swimming at Crater Lake.”

Clark frowned. “I’m sorry.”

Caw!

Trey spun around to see the same crow sitting on the fence. How the hell had it gotten here so quickly? What was going on? His head hurt and he wanted to scream…again.

Clark stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I died,” Trey whispered, gazing into those amber orbs. “I’m dead.”

“Come on,” Clark said to him softly. “You can take a shower and I can find you something to wear.”

“Lee is dead,” he whispered, looking at his ring with blurry eyes. “We were killed.”

Caw!

“Why?” Trey asked, stepping towards the crow. “Why were we killed? Was it because we loved each other so much?””

“Trey,” Clark said.

“Who are you?” Trey asked, turning those scary cold eyes on him.

“Chloe’s best friend,” he said. “I’m Clark Kent.”

Trey blinked and another tear fell. He was losing his mind. He was losing his fucking mind. “I’m sorry.”

“Come on,” Clark said, taking a creamy white hand in his. “We’ll figure this out.”

Caw!

“Am I a ghost?” Trey asked, following Clark up the porch steps.

“Your heart’s beating,” Clark said, turning to smile at him. “And I can touch you.”

Caw!

He could see Lee smiling at him with big blue eyes.

“I love you,” his deep voice called to him.

The crow took flight.

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He stood under the hot spray with his pale arms wrapped tightly around himself. The water rolled down his smooth marble white flesh and he watched it go down the drain. It was odd. His skin was not getting pink like it always did when he showered. It frightened him. It made him feel less real. The pain in his heart was the only thing that felt real to him.

He sunk down to his knees and allowed the tears to be washed away. He wished the pain he was feeling in his chest could be washed away just as easily.

He felt a large familiar hand touch his back and he quickly looked to see that nobody was there. He was all alone in the shower. His bottom lip trembled and he wiped his nose.

“Do you love me?” He heard Lee whisper softly from deep within. He could see that big goofy smile and he wanted to kiss those lips so badly.

“I do,” he whispered and cradled his ring hand to his heart.

“This is our song,” Lee whispered in his ear, pulling him closer. “Dance with me?”

Trey opened his eyes when he heard a knock at the door.

“Are you all right?” Clark asked from the other side in concern.

“Yeah,” Trey called and got to his feet, turning the water off.

He opened the curtain and took the rose pink towel off the wooden rack.

“I found you some clothes,” Clark said.

“Thank you,” Trey said, opening the door.

Clark’s eyes widened at the enticingly beautiful man before him with a towel wrapped around his narrow waist. Little droplets of water slid down that toned, smooth white flesh like crystal sunlight. Those smoky gray eyes seemed to glow and pink looked really good on him.

He realized that he was staring and handed him the clothes he had found. Trey took them from him with a small smile and closed the door so he could change into them.

Clark just stood there in shock. Trey was fucking hot, for a dead guy up walking around. Hell, Death Becomes Him.

He smacked himself on the forehead and quickly pictured Lionel wearing a naughty nurse outfit while holding a syringe full of meteor rock. What was he thinking? He wasn’t into necrophilia.

He jumped back when the door opened again and Trey stepped out. He looked super sexy in those faded jeans and that white t-shirt that snuggled him tightly.

“Just a spoonful of sugar,” Lionel’s voice cackled evilly in Clark’s head as he squirted the syringe full of glowing green rock. “Bend over for Daddy Luthor, Clarky.”

“Are you hungry?” Clark asked. What the hell is his problem? He has Lex to deal with. This guy’s boyfriend was murdered and he was supposed to be dead, too.

Trey shook his head.

Clark nodded. “Sleepy?”

Trey looked up at him,. “No.”

“Want to watch television?” Clark asked.

“I want to die,” Trey said, walking by him, smelling of apples.

Clark blinked and followed after him into his bedroom.

“Why?” Trey asked the silent room. “What did we do?”

Clark was just as silent as his room.

“Why the fuck did we have to die?” Trey screamed angrily. “Why the fuck did Lee have to die? Why the fuck did I have to die? Why am I even here?”

“It’s okay,” Clark said, walking up behind him, trying to calm him down.

“It is not okay,” Trey snarled, whirling around to face him with blazing eyes. “Nothing is okay!”

Clark did not know what to say and Trey dropped his head.

“I want Lee,” he whispered softly. “That’s all I want.”

Clark reached out and put his hands on his shoulders. Trey suddenly had his arms around him, sobbing. Clark just held him like that.

“Come on,” Clark said, slowly moving the mover to the bed. “You need to lie down.”

“Is he your boyfriend,” Trey asked him in a tiny voice.

Clark helped him to sit down and he looked at the photo on his desk. “Yes.”

Trey smiled warmly at him and it was heartbreaking. It was a smile that plucked at the heartstrings.

“Treasure him,” he whispered as he lied down on the soft bed. “You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone, Clark.”

Clark nodded. “Just try and rest.”

“Don’t go,” Trey gasped in panic, grabbing Clark’s wrist in an iron grip. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Clark gave him a nod and Trey released his death grip on his wrist. He felt those haunting gray eyes watch him as he pulled up his chair.

Trey curled up on his side into a tight ball, and played with his ring.

Clark wondered where his mom was and when Chloe was going to show up. He looked at the photo of Lex sitting on his desk and frowned. Lex meant everything to him, but it was obvious that he meant nothing to Lex. That phone conversation made everything clear as glass.

He watched Trey just zone out and then those gray eyes closed. He listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat for what seemed like forever. That was when he heard a car door slam.

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Elizabeth sat the phone back down on the hook and took a seat at her dining room table. The tears just welled up in her eyes like pearls.

She looked up at a picture of her baby hanging on the wall. It was a picture of him graduating from high school. His hair had been so long, people had mistaken him for her when his back was turned. He had been so beautiful.

She looked over at another photo of him and Lee hugging each other. The two of them had gotten so close. Lee had felt just like a member of the family.

She remembered that phone call she had received from Anna. The poor women had been hysterical. She had said that Lee had finally told his father. The man had broken Lee’s nose and threw him out of the house. She had lost her daughter. She did not want to lose her son, too.

She had called Trey immediately to find out that he was already looking for him. Lee was in his car, parked at the park, passed out in his seat with the doors locked. There were cans of beer all in the floorboard.

She remembered her baby swear when he had to break the glass in order to get in the vehicle. He made a joke about how Lee was going to kill him once he sobered up.

“Sweetheart,” a low voice asked, and she turned to see her husband come walking into the room. He looked like hell, and she guessed that she did, too.

“Who was that on the phone?” He asked in a sorrowful tone.

The tears fell from her eyes.

How was she going to tell her husband that their baby’s body had been stolen?

TBC…

Please reivew, and tell me what you think.

Flora.