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 Three

Chthulhu fuh-TAH-gun, or is that Chthulhu fuh-TINE?
I can never quite remember 'cause I'm not in my right minds
Since I met you
No one corrupts the way you do. You know it's true


--Eben Brooks

Tyler walked the halls of Smallville High in a semi-blind daze. He still couldn’t bring himself to believe what had transpired earlier that morning. He had been adopted. That word stung like a thorn from a deceptively, beautiful rose. His parents had found him abandoned on a beach in Seattle.

“We found you wrapped in the most beautiful, green seaweed, crying,” his mother had told him. She had taken a seat on the sofa where he had been. “You were a gift to me from the sea.”

He pulled the pendant out from under his cotton shirt. It was made from solid gold with eyes of deepest ruby. They reminded him of the color of dove’s blood. The whole thing was carved in the form of a majestic octopus with graceful tentacles. It reminded him of the beast from the barn, only more beautiful.

His father had told him that they had found it around his neck, along with many other treasures in the seaweed. They had even showed him an emerald the size of his fist. He hadn’t believed his eyes. There had even been a small statue, ominously carved from black diamond. It looked ancient and just as evil.

“What are you telling me?” He heard his voice from the past echo around his ears.

“You were born of the sea,” his mother had said, giving him an unfamiliar smile. She had looked like a total stranger to him. “You are Prince of the Waves, Ty.”

“That’s enough, Karmilla,” his father had piped in on that note. “Our child has been through quite an ordeal, I’m sure.” He had put a hand on his shoulder, looking him right in the eyes. “All will be made clear for you soon enough, Son.”

“Dagon,” his mother had whispered in his ear. It had caused him to look into her alien, grey eyes. How had her brown eyes changed? Had they been contacts? Why hadn’t he noticed before? He had only been living with her for fifteen years. “You are the son of Dagon.”

He felt like running away.

He suddenly bumped into something, looking up with a start. It was the blond, football player. The darkly-tan jock looked just as surprised as he was. Apparently neither of them had been looking where they were going. What was his name again? Whitney?

“Excuse me,” he said, moving around him. The last thing he needed right now was to get on a jock’s bad side. “I’m sorry.”

“No, excuse me,” the muscular teen told him. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Okay. That was odd. Jocks normally didn’t even acknowledge his existence. What was up with this?

“I’m Whitney,” the footballer said. “Whitney Fordman.”

“Tyler,” he said, turning back to look at him. “Tyler Willowbrock.”

Whitney was very handsome. In fact, he was sexy. He suddenly wanted to see him without any clothes on.

“Nice bumping into you, Tyler,” Whitney smiled with really white teeth. They were perfectly straight. He was holding out his hand for him to take.

Tyler shook it. The jock’s hand was larger than his, obviously. “The same here, Whitney.”

“I’ll see you below,” Whitney said, letting go.

Below? What did that mean?

He just stood there, watching the jock jog off. Oh, yes. He would love to see that naked and before him.

He decided to skip lunch and made his way to The Torch. Clark hadn’t been in math. He hoped he was okay. That poor sheriff hadn’t been. He really wanted to see the farmboy.

Clark had protected him. He would never forget that. The guy had lost a friend. He wanted to be there for him.

“This news just in,” a woman’s voice said, catching his attention. He looked over at the flat-screen on the brick wall. “A massive tsunami has just struck Daytona, Florida.”

His eyes widened at the sudden footage. The helicopter camera had caught the whole thing on film. He was watching a whole beach of people suddenly get devoured by the raging sea. It even showed three large, beachside hotels collapsing from the wave. The city was being flooded. It wasn’t just one tsunami. It was wave after wave after wave.

“Deaths are said to be in the tens of thousands,” the woman reporter said. She looked like she was crying. Her eye-makeup was running down her pretty face.

Tyler took a startled step back. What in the world?

“THE WATER!” An old man was screaming at the top of his lungs. “THEY CAME WITH THE WATER! IT TOOK MY GRANDSON! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

Tyler took another step back. What was in the water? All those people had died. All those children making sandcastles…gone. He didn’t even want to think about it.

He turned from the horror on the television. He didn’t want to see anymore. He had heard enough.

~*~

He found Clark at Chloe’s Desk. He gazed at him for a few minutes. Clark was a very quiet sleeper. Had he skipped all his morning classes? Well, it was understandable. His friend had died.

“Hey, Tyler,” Chloe said from behind, making him turn. “How are you?”

She looked so very, very tired.

“I’m fine,” he told her. He felt so awkward. “I’m sorry…”

“I’m just glad Clark and you are okay,” she told him, squeezing his arm. “I don’t know what I’d do without my idiot or my new reporter.”

He smiled softly, putting his hand over hers. “I am sorry, Chloe.”

“I didn’t know Russell all that well,” she told him, then pointed at Clark. “But, he did.”

Tyler frowned openly. “Is he okay?”

“I found him in here like this when I got here this morning,” she told him. “I didn’t and still don’t have the heart to make him get up.”

“I’ll stay with him,” he offered.

Chloe smiled. “You’re very sweet.”

That made him blush. She teased him for it.

“I have to go to the library,” she told him.

“Have you seen the news?” He suddenly asked her.

She nodded. “That’s why I’m going. I want to get it all recorded on video.”

He watched her leave and made his way over to a sleeping Clark. The bumbling giant was sleeping so peacefully. He had his head resting on his folded arms, causing his green shirt to stretch out over his rippling muscles. The guy was more than a dish. He was a whole buffet.

“Thank you, Clark,” he whispered, reaching down to run his hands through those soft waves of silky darkness.

He froze when a green eye snapped open. His hand was frozen just an inch above him. That glowing eye was looking right at him. Was it glowing? He could have swore he saw a glimmer of radiant ruby in it.

“Where’s your tail?” Clark yawned rather loudly.

He would have gawked, but a loud siren made him jump in fright. It was the fire alarm.

Clark was on his feet in a blink. All trace of sleep was gone. He looked vibrant and wide awake.

“Come on,” he said, walking towards the door. “This is obviously a drill, but better to be safe than sorry later.”

Tyler nodded, following him. “What about a tail?”

Clark shrugged. “Huh?”

Tyler shook his head. “Never mind.”

He left it at that.

~*~

There was a storm coming. He could smell it on the wind. It whipped through his locks as he walked down the steps with Clark.

They had gone out a side exit and needed to walk around to the front where they would be counted. He could hear a ton of people talking in excited and stunned voices. It was about the tsunami and the sudden fire alarm.

“Do you have these alarms often?” He asked, seeing the crowd of jabbering students. They were still walking out the doors, and down the front steps.

Clark shook his head. “This is the first one this year.”

Tyler looked around. There were a lot more students than what he had previously thought there to be. He was glad it was cloudy, because he had left his sunglasses in his locker.

“I need to go get my science book from my truck,” Clark told him. “I’ll be right back.”

Tyler nodded as the taller teen made his way off through the students. He fiddled with his pendant from under his shirt, noticing that Clark was actually taller than most of the other students. He really was a giant.

Someone suddenly bumped into him, causing him to turn around. He was gazing into wide, olive green eyes. The young woman was an Asian beauty. She looked just as stunned as he felt. Why was she looking at him like that?

“I…I’m…so sorry,” she told him, lowering her eyes. She looked afraid and in awe at the same time.

Before he could say anything in response to her apology, she had already vanished into the growing crowd. What had that been about? She had looked at him as if Christmas had come early.

“Everyone, I’m sure this is just a prank!” A loud voice shouted. It was Principal Qwan. “But, the fire-department is on its way just in case it’s not!”

Some students cheered. He took that to mean they were going to be out for awhile. He hoped the storm would stay at bay then.

A loud clap of thunder suddenly silenced all. He heard a gasp, followed by many more. He looked to see people pointing up. So, he looked as well.

“Tyler!” The voice shouted down to him.

It was Whitney. He was standing on the roof. He was naked and lightning flashed across the sky on fiery wings above his bronze form.

He stepped forward as people gasped, looking up at him. What was he doing?

“WHITNEY!” Principal Qwan shouted. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“I’m doing this for you, Tyler!” Whitney shouted, holding out his muscular arms as if to embrace him from above.

He ran forward. “NO, DON'T!"

“IA IA CTHULHU FHTAGN!” Whitney cried, plummeting headfirst off the three story building.

Students screamed. Everything felt like it had fallen into slow motion before him. He watched how that powerful body fell and the way harsh gravity would suddenly act upon it. He took a breath in.

There was a splattering smack of tan flesh, and Tyler trembled as if he were about to faint. Students were running and screaming away from him. He gazed down, finding his shoes splattered with blood. In fact, the splattering had made it up to his knees.

Whitney's naked body was before him on the bloody pavement. The fallen jock's left leg twitched. Was he still alive? He tried to move, but he couldn't.

"CALL 911!"

Adults raced foward as the blond soiled himself. He spun away, and right into a very wide-eyed Clark. The farmboy caught him in his arms, because his knees had given out on him. He sagged against him as his head lolled back. Those emerald eyes were frightened and filled with such concern.

Sirens wailed in the distance. He felt tiny drops of warm rain on his face. His legs suddenly pained him.

"Clark?" He whispered, breathing as if he were running for his life. "Why did he..."

The sirens were getting closer.

Clark was moving his mouth, but he couldn't understand a word that was coming out of it. It sounded like distorted mumbling and wild chirping. He felt so very, very dizzy. Was he going into shock, or was he already through the gates?

He closed his eyes and the darkness rolled over him like deep waves.

The sirens were so very loud.

To Be Continued.

Please review if you like so far. I don't think I'm going update anymore, unless I get some reviews for these chapters. Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy.

Flora.