They Will Rise

They Will Rise

Flora_Winters

I do not own Smallville or anything written by H.P. Lovecraft. I am also not making any money here either.

Summary: Bow down before the Old Ones, you pathetic, mortal bugs. They will defile and devour your putrid souls. Ia Ia Cthulhu fhtagn! Not even the star, cross, or moon shall save you from their raging maws.

Warning: This story will contain male on male action, strong language, explicit scenes of violence, and original characters.

Chapter One

If I were a Deep One
Blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, bloody, bloody, bloody, blub
All day long I’d swim beneath the sea…
Drag away some tourists

--Jerry Bock


Tyler was sitting on Russell Shepherd’s front step, looking at the silver spider among the red roses. The lights from the ambulance were silently flashing out the corner of his eye. He couldn’t believe he was at the scene of an actual death. He had never even seen a dead body before, so it kind of freaked him out a little. From what he had been able to see, the poor guy’s neck had been broken and extended from the weight of his dangling body. It was un-telling how long he had been hanging in the barn. But, it had been long enough for the flies to get at him.

He watched how the delicate spider gracefully spun the fly in its silky wire. The little guy was obviously going to have a yummy feast later on. It looked really excited about it, too.

“Hey,” Clark said, catching his attention, making him turn from the little creeper. The taller teen sat down beside him. “Are you okay?”

He shivered as a warm breeze blew through his pale locks. He would never be able to forget that pungent smell. It had literally rolled over him like a wave of rotten waste. That was how revolting it had been. He still felt like he was going to gag at any moment.

“I’m fine,” he lied with relative ease, looking at the dark-headed teen. “But, how are you? He was your friend, Clark.”

Clark looked away from him. He looked like he had been crying. But, that could just be his imagination. Clark didn’t seem like the type who cried.

“I just got off the phone with my dad,” Clark said, holding his cell out for him to take. “Do you want to call your parents?”

Tyler softly smiled, holding up his Blackberry. “They’re on their way.” He hoped they didn’t get lost. He wasn’t very good at giving directions. In fact, he was very lousy at it. He had told them all about the white fences, the tall trees, and the cow he had to drive around.

“I saw him last week,” Clark said. It was almost a whisper. “Everything looked fine.”

Tyler cocked his head to the side, putting his hand on Clark’s broad shoulder. He took off his glasses because the sun was going down. It was getting too dark for him to see anything with them on. “I’m sorry, Clark.”

The golden god turned, looking at him. His eyes were so green. He felt a pang in his heart. Clark looked like a puppy that had been kicked.

“What was that word written on the wall?” Clark asked him. “Cuh…thoo…loo?”

The name rumbled in his ears like distant thunder. It reminded him of mighty ocean waves, striking a beach during a violent storm. He got goose-bumps. That name held such an ominous threat. It was frightening.

“Why would Russell write something like that?” Clark asked.

Tyler shook his head, smiling compassionately at him. “I just moved here, Clark.”

“Sorry,” Clark whispered.

Was he blushing? He looked like he was. Why was Clark blushing like that?

“I’m really sorry for your loss, Clark,” he told him again, squeezing his powerful shoulder.

Clark looked like he was about to say something, but a frightened cry filled the barnyard. He stumbled to his feet with a start. Clark was already halfway to the barn. Damn, he was fast on his feet. The cry echoed again. It sounded like a man was drowning. What the hell was going on in there?

“Clark!” He shouted after him. “Don’t go in there! You don’t know what it could be!”

There was a loud growl and gunshots filled the air. His feet were instantly rooted to the ground. He couldn’t move.

He could suddenly hear the sound of a monstrous heartbeat, and a pulse seemed to flow out from him. His vision became blurry, his head began to swim, and he fell to his knees with a groan.

“What the hell?” He heard the sheriff shout, snapping him out of his spell. “How did he get a tiger in here?”

“James!” A loud voice cried. “Oh my god! James!”

“It’s not dead!” The sheriff yelled, followed by a shrill roar.

It chilled Tyler down to the marrow in his bones. He felt as if he were being coated in a cold frost.

“That’s not a tiger!” The other voice shouted again.

“What the hell is it?” The sheriff asked.

Gunfire echoed.

Tyler looked up. Clark was in there. What if he was hurt?

“KILL IT!” The second voice screamed in blind terror. “JESUS, KILL IT!”

Those demonic shrieks sounded almost like a woman or child in excruciating pain. It hurt him, and it was scaring the hell out of him, too.

“CLARK!” He yelled, crawling to his feet.

He had made a new, crazy friend. He didn’t want to lose him.

~*~

Clark was frozen to the spot. What in the world was he looking at? The monstrous beast looked like something he had never seen before in his life. It looked like it had the head of a hairless tiger, the body of a muscular ape, and the limbs of a giant squid. But, that didn’t even describe the horror before him. The creature looked as if it were rotting from the inside out and caving in on itself, devouring itself.

It was gnashing it’s sword-like teeth, lifting the dead EMT up into the air. The guy’s throat looked as if it had been torn out. He watched how those slimy tentacles slithered around the man, suddenly tearing him in two. Blood splattered, and guts fell to the ground with a steamy thud.

The second EMT screamed at the top of his lungs, clawing at his own face in horror. “KILL IT, ETHAN! KILL THE FUCKER!”

“I’ve shot all my rounds into it!” The sheriff yelled, over the sound of bones being crunched on. “It won’t die, Terry!”

Clark’s eyes widened. There was a face forming in the middle of the beast’s rotting chest. He took a frightened step back.

It was Russell. Russell’s face looked like it was trying to push its way out of the rot. He watched how those eyes were bleeding thick puss, and that mouth was gaping open in a silent scream of agony. That tortured face was looking right at him, begging him, pleading with him.

The monster tossed both pieces of the body aside as if it were a broken ragdoll. It turned those soulless eyes right onto Clark. They were hollow and filled with an endless hunger to devour all in their sights.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Terry screamed, racing at the beast with a large ax. “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

“TERRY!” Ethan shouted, holding out his hand as if to stop him. “DON’T DO IT!”

There were tears in Clark’s eyes. He was looking right at Russell’s face. Those pleading eyes were burning into him, begging him for something.

“Kill me,” the raspy voice hissed like a thousand serpents. “Please, kill me.”

“CLARK!” He heard Tyler shout from the barn door behind him.

He spun around, seeing Tyler standing there in the fading light. Those blue eyes of his were glowing like the moon over a deep ocean.

“TERRY!” Ethan yelled.

He spun back around, hearing Terry cry out in pain. His took a stumbling step back, hearing Tyler gasp in fear.

The monster had Terry impaled on one of its tentacles. It shimmered in the pale light, like a sword stained in fresh blood.

“DIE!” Terry shrieked, bringing the ax down, chopping through the rotting tentacle that was wiggling inside his chest. He fell over backwards onto the ground, choking up thick blood, gasping for breath, gagging. Sheriff Ethan ran to him, trying to get him away.

The beast didn’t even howl in pain. In fact, it wasn’t even moving.

Clark thought it was looking right at him, but it wasn’t. Those deadly eyes were looking passed him. His heart sunk in his chest. It was looking right at Tyler.

“Clark!” Ethan shouted. “Help me with Terry!”

The poor EMT was laughing. He sounded insane. That tentacle was wiggling around, tearing him up on the inside. His body began to spasm, shaking violently. He was dead in a matter of seconds. The tentacle slithered like a serpent from the chest wound, reattaching itself to the beast, sprouting four more.

The creature began to move as if it were the foam in the ocean. It was moving right towards where they were.

“Bastard!” Ethan shouted, throwing his gun at it, backing up as it eerily advanced forward.

“CLARK!” Tyler shouted. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot! RUN!”

“Ia Ia Cthulhu Fhtagn!” Russell’s face hissed, moving slowly up as if it were in Jello, replacing the tiger’s face. “Ph’nglui Mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”

Clark trembled. What was that language? Why did it sound so familiar to him?

“Hey! Hey! Cthulhu waits!” Tyler said, making Clark look. His mane of wild hair was billowing around his pretty face. Those eyes were glowing like molten blue gemstones. They were beautiful. “In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”

The monster shrieked as if in fear.

“Russell!” Clark yelled, turning back to the beast, holding out his trembling hands. “Is that you?”

“Run, Clark!” Ethan shouted. “Your father will kill me should something happen to you!”

The monster hissed, striking the sheriff in the side, sending him flying through a wooden door, into a stall of hay.

“Sheriff!” Clark yelled.

“Clark,” Russell’s face whispered. His voice reminded him of skeletal fingers, rapping at a window. “Please, kill me.”

“Russell!” He shouted, but the face was suddenly pulled back into that rotting flesh, replaced by the head of an octopus. Those tentacles lashed out, striking him. The blow felt like a cement truck, hitting him. He flew backwards, landing at Tyler’s feet with the breath knocked out of him.

~*~

Tyler felt like a strange, invisible force had taken over his body. It was powerful, frightening, and far older than what modern man’s words can describe.

What was he saying? How did he know what the monster was chanting? It was scaring him. The language sounded so familiar. For some odd reason, he could hear his mother singing similar words to him when he had been but a little boy.

But, the force was gone as quickly as it had came. He quickly went down on his knees beside Clark , trying to help the larger teen up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding onto him.

Clark was looking at him with dazed eyes. “It’s Russell…”

“What?” He asked, suddenly feeling as if he were about to scream.

He looked to see that a slimy tentacle was wrapping itself around his left arm. It was gross and it smelled really bad.

His breath froze in his lungs. The tentacle was gently pulling on him. It was like it was wanting him to come to it.

He looked up at the creature, seeing that it was being taken over by another face. It was a man’s face. He would have been handsome, had the face not been decaying.

“Kill me!” The man’s face cried. “Kill me now! The Old Ones! Such a fool! They will rise! Kill me now! End me now! Do it!

The face vanished, replaced by the hairless tiger’s. It shrieked at him, but the tentacle wasn’t hurting him. It felt almost like the beast was craving to just be near him.

“Please, let me go,” he whispered, trembling as he held tightly to Clark.

He silently gasped in shock. The monster did as he asked.

Clark suddenly grabbed hold of him, pushed him down, and jumped on top of him. He could hear the creature screaming and shrieking in terrible pain.

He could smell burning flesh. It smelled terrible. He slowly turned his head, seeing that the beast was in flames, writhing on the ground, screaming in agony.

“What the hell?” Clark asked. He sounded stunned. “It just caught fire…”

Tyler trembled. A very hot guy was on top of him, and they were surrounded by death. He was choking amongst bloody carnage. He was scared shitless and yet he feared he was going to get a boner.

Clark rolled off, helping him to his feet. The monster was just a pile of smelly goo on the barn floor. It was all black and soupy looking.

“Is it dead?” He asked him.

Clark was silent. He then looked at him. “I hope so.”

Tyler heard a groan. He turned, seeing that the sheriff was crawling out of a stall.

“Sheriff,” Clark said. He watched the muscular stud run over to help him. “Are you okay?”

“Where’s the beast?” The sheriff rasped. There was blood on the side of his face. He had blood all over his shirt to.

“It burst into flames,” Clark told him, helping him to his feet. “What was that thing? How did it get here?”

Tyler just stood there, looking at all the dead bodies. One of the EMT’s had been torn in two, the other impaled, and Russell was on the ground with the upturned gurney beside him. He could hear the buzzing of many flies.

“CLARK!” A man’s voice yelled.

TYLER!” A woman’s voice yelled. “WHERE ARE YOU?”

It was his mom. What in the world was he going to tell her? What was he going to tell his dad? He fell to his knees in tears. He counted the flies that were crawling on and buzzing around Russell’s naked feet.

To Be Continued…