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 Two

A billion light-years seem so far
Below the sea, beyond the stars
Of these humans’ putrid souls you’ll drink your fill
The fools will all make fun of me
But I’ll just laugh maniacally
‘Cause no one’s ever suffered like they will
Cthulhu, I can promise you
That by the time this cult gets through
The world will never ever be the same!
Praise your dark name!

--Eben Brooks

The salty wind was roaring through his locks and the loud surf was crashing against the shore. Lightning viciously flashed in the dark sky, and the thunder boomed with a hollow voice.

He was running. He was running as swiftly as his feet could carry him away from the growling sea. They were coming. They were walking up out of the screaming waves, coming for him. Their language was the sound falling stars make as they bleed across the sky, crashing into turbulent waters.

A slimy appendage wrapped itself around his ankles, causing him to scream, but it was drowned by the echoes of haunting, siren wails. He threw out both hands, trying to catch himself as he fell forward. A mighty voice shouted out the name of DAGON. He cried out in a terrified, blinded ecstasy, clawing at the sand as he was dragged into the rolling wet by that silky tentacle of devouring lust.

“Ia Ia Cthulhu fhtagn!”

~*~

Blue eyes snapped open, rolling in a blinded, disoriented pleasure. His mouth gaped open as he arched his back up off his mattress, making a pearly mess that would need to be cleaned up later. He collapsed, panting for breath, twitching down to his toes. His body was coated in a thin layer of sweat.

His mind was racing around in circles and his legs were hurting. He felt like he had been running for his life from something, but it had gotten him, forcing him to feel forbidden bliss.

He could hear the fading echo of the ocean and smell its lingering scent. It caused him to gulp and nearly choke on his own saliva.

His legs were really hurting him. Why were they hurting? He couldn’t be having another growth spurt. He didn’t want to be taller. He was too skinny.

He sat up, pushing his covers away from his legs. His eyes widened and he quickly reached for the light on the table beside him.

The light came on, and he put his hands over his mouth, muffling a scream. His legs were no longer his legs. He didn’t even have legs.

He had a tail. He had the tail of a fish. It was a deep, sapphire blue with silver highlights. The fins were a pale cerulean in the light.

He opened his mouth to scream, and it wasn’t human. His voice was the sound a dolphin would make when it was in pain. The more he shrieked, the more frightened he became.

He tried to move, but he could only flop. He was a fucking fish! He mentally screamed, crying out for his mommy. What the hell was happening to him? Why was this happening to him? He could see that monster reaching for him. He could feel its slimy tentacle wrapped around his wrist. He even yelled for Clark.

A sudden movement out of the corner of his eye stole his attention. He quickly looked, freezing in horror, looking at the window.

There was a great eye looking in on him. The pupil was the size of a large, hellish beach-ball. The iris was the color of a thousand violet-hot stars. It was so luminous, it was painful to look at.

He felt like his flesh was being scorched away from his bones by that nightmarish glare. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering them with both hands, screaming in terror. There was a monster outside his window. It was going to get him!

Demonically distorted chanting filled his ears. It was like they were bleeding out from the walls. He screamed, and he screamed, and he screamed some more. They were driving him crazy.

“Ph’pla lle lh’phl,” the voice whispered like bubbles around his ears. “You are mine, child.”

A hand suddenly rested on his naked shoulder. He screamed and physically attacked. His fist connected with flesh.

“Tyler!” A loud voice shouted in pain and indignation.

His eyes snapped open, and they went wide. It was his dad. The man had both hands over his nose. His eyes had tears in them, and blood was oozing from between his dad’s fingers. He had broken the man’s nose.

“…Dad?”

“I think we need to have a little talk,” his dad sad in a nasal tone, backing slowly away. “Karmilla!”

Tyler suddenly realized that he was no longer a merman. The tail was gone, and he was very, very naked. He was nude before his father.

He yelped, grabbing his covers, pulling them over himself in one swift motion. His dad had seen him naked. He blushed furiously, refusing to look at him as his mom came walking in.

The light hit her. Her skin was like pale ice, and her black hair reminded him of seaweed. Her beautiful face was like a special effect.

“Are you all right, Ty?” She asked, gliding across the floor to where he was.

“Is he all right?’ His father asked, having her look at him. “He broke my nose.”

“Oh, dear,” she said, putting a hand to her cheek. “You should go get some ice for that, pumpkin.”

“Mom?” Tyler asked, seeing something very strange about her.

Her eyes were usually a very deep brown. She was now looking at him with eyes the color of a winter storm.

“Yes, baby?” She asked.

He suddenly threw up.

~*~

Shimmering seaweed tickled the bottoms of his naked feet as he looked around with emerald eyes. The water was strangely warm and his hair floated around his golden face like a halo of silken night.

He appeared to be floating amidst the ruins of a sunken city. Cyclopean towers towered around him with hellish, un-calculable angles. The alien designs would drive an architect mad with envious insanity. The sharpness could make an ordinary humans eyes bleed. The place was a beautiful nightmare from out of a tale of terror.

Down below, there was a giant hole in the world. It was carved in the shape of a great eye and it was massively, titanic. It was pulling at him. He began to swim down towards it. The closer he got, the more gigantic it became. He like an ant compared to it.

The whole thing looked as if it had been carved from bone. He reached out, rubbing his hand across the rough surface, stirring up a cloud of debris. His eyes widened as he continued to rub at the scary surface. It was gold. The massive eye must be made from solid gold. He couldn’t believe it.

How in the world had this thing been made? Who could have created it? It couldn’t have been made by human hands. The whole thing was too grand and too alien for humans to even comprehend. In all honesty, it was making him feel a little crazy, just by looking at all this monstrous beauty. It was a hidden world of nightmarish glee.

He swam along the bottom, towards the edge, gazing down into that deep, dark abyss. Oh, the depths were like a frozen silence. It was so loud in his ears.

How deep did it go? What could be down there? Was that music?

The question plagued him with curiosity and terrified him at the same time. What wicked hand had created all this terrible wonder?

There was evil and malicious intent in this warmth. Was this the gateway to Hell or something far worse than what any person of the book could comprehend?

He turned away from the tempting dive down, only to gasp, floating back in shock. Bubbles danced all around his face as he did so.

It was Tyler. The young man was floating right before him. He was a vision of ethereal, twisted beauty.

His smooth, flawless flesh was so white, it put snowy alabaster in its place. That long, billowing lion’s mane of his, floated around his gorgeously sharp face like orange flames. Those glowing eyes burned with the brilliance of a molten blue gemstone, tearing into him like twin swords made of kryptonite.

Glossy red lips smiled at him like sweet-smelling roses in bloom as he swam closer. The beautiful boy didn’t have legs. He had the tail of a fish. The scales shimmered in the pale light from above, showing shades of blue and silver.

Tyler floated just inches away from him, draping his arms around his neck, clasping his hands behind. A merman was embracing him. Why was Tyler a merman?

His skin was so smooth, it felt like ice against his own. Tyler smiled, moving his face closer to his. Their lips were just a breath apart and fiery emeralds were gazing into icy blue-topaz.

Green stars widened when those petal soft lips were suddenly pressed against his own. Satin smooth hands ghosted down his broad back, grabbing his ass, squeezing his firm cheeks. He bucked his narrow hips forward against Tyler’s silky scales. He moaned into the slender man’s mouth, pressing his aching hardness into him. He couldn’t fight him off. He didn’t even want to. For some frightening reason, this felt so very, very right.

He felt Tyler pull slightly back and he opened his eyes, looking at him. The merman released his seductive hold on his ass, smiling ever so wickedly.

Clark wished he didn’t have his jeans on. They were too tight. He felt like his cock was going to bust through the front like a stallion kicking down the barn door. He had such a bulging tent.

Tyler suddenly released him from his tight confines and he nearly passed out when that gentle hand took hold of his long, thick rod of steel. The smaller teen took his mouth with his once more, stroking him with godly skill.

Tyler pulled back, openly smiling this time. Clark could see his teeth. They looked like razor-sharp shards of white pearly glass. In fact, they reminded him of a Great White.

Tyler screamed like a siren in his face, moving in, biting him. Those teeth felt like a drug.

~*~

Clark opened his eyes, filling his boxers with his alien spunk. He wasn’t like a human. When he came, it was like emptying a gallon of cream. His boxers were drowned and his sheets were going to need a very good washing.

He was panting like an overheated dog, he could taste salt on his lips. He shivered from the passing bliss, causing his feet to twitch several times.

What in the world had he been dreaming? It had been so scary and seductively terrifying.

His mind suddenly went to Russell. The only guy who knew his secret was dead. The only gay male he knew in Smallville besides himself was dead. The bugs now claimed what he could never have for their own voracious pleasure.

He would daydream for hours about seeing Russell naked and having the older man teach wicked things to him. But, seeing him naked like the way he had been dangling from the beam was not what he had imagined.

He got up, beginning to clean. He still couldn’t explain what he had seen in that barn. There was no words to describe it. It had driven poor Ethan insane from seeing his three friends dead. The sheriff had to be taken to Belle-Reeve for treatment. He had gone into a raving frenzy.

His mind suddenly jumped to Tyler. Tyler? He suddenly blushed, wondering how he was. He had found him fainted next to Russell’s fallen corpse.

The poor boy’s mother had been scared to death. She had had him to pick her son up and carry him to the car while his dad called for more police. He had no idea what to tell the police when they got there, but Sheriff Ethan sure knew what to say. Clark tried to back him up as best he could, but his dad told him to stay quiet. They couldn’t afford for him to be exposed, should he be forced to go in for some kind of examination for injuries. He had felt so bad, and he still did. He felt like crying.

Russell…

He was going to miss him. If only Russell had let him get closer, then perhaps he could have protected him, keeping him from feeling the need to take his own life for some reason. But, that face in the monster… Had it been Russell? It had begged him to kill it. It had sounded like Russell. He would not be able to mistake those kind eyes. They had been filled with such anguished pain.

“I did what you asked, Russell,” he whispered, rolling up his soiled sheets, throwing them under the bed. “I hope you’re okay.”

His eyes began to glow like ruby stars. The tears were being burned away.

He was going to miss him. He was going to miss their long talks and how Russell would always bring him a glass bottle of cola. He was going to miss his laughter so very, very much.

He walked over to the window, looking up at the twinkling stars. He put both hands to the cool glass, pressing his nose against it.

“Goodbye, Russell…”

To Be continued…