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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,641
Reviews:
17
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 Six
His Name in the Green
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters. I also do not own the idea of Poison Ivy. She is one of my favorite villains of all time.
Summary: A young botanist has a little accident in his green house and later sees Smallville ripe for the greening. This will have male/male parings, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. There will also be some very strong language, just because I like using it.
Warning: This chapter contains some serious violent content and behavior on Dustin’s part…be warned.
Chapter Six
Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
__Alice Cooper
Whitney had had his ass handed to him during football practice. He was practically nothing without Adam and Steve being there to have his back. The senior players had knocked him flat on his back several times…and flipped him twice. They were cutting him no slack whatsoever.
He was practically jumping at every little noise and every little shadow that caught his eye. Dustin Thorn was alive and that meant that Adam and Steve were not missing. They were fucking dead. There was no doubt about it, that little red headed bitch had fucking killed them.
What the hell was he going to do? He couldn’t go to the police. That little bitch was the one holding all the cards. His life was going to be ruined if that little shit drop kicked the cat out of the bag.
There was only one option. He was going to have to kill the bitch, and he was going to make sure that he fucking stayed dead this time. He was going to chop the bitch into little pieces and then burn what was left.
He made his way into the boy’s locker room after all the other players were getting dressed. He didn’t want to be in the shower with them. Not after the hell they had put him through out there on the field today.
How was he going to do it? How the hell had that little bitch managed to kill his two friends? They were like twice his size and really strong. How the fuck was he going to kill him? All those poisons and toxins s should have killed him. Hell, that stupid snake thing should have fucking ripped his throat out. How the hell had he survived. He saw how the ground had fucking ate him.
He looked different, too. He looked like a Greek statue of some alabaster God. Was he some kind of meteor freak now? Lana was always going on about them and so was that bitch reporter that was really good friends with Kent. Maybe he could talk to them and see if they could find some way to protect him.
He stripped down and walked into the shower room. All the other players were getting dressed, so he had the whole thing to himself. Plus, it would give him time to think about what it was he needed to do. He needed to figure out how to protect him self. Could Dustin prove that he had been there? Could he find Adam and Steve’s bodies? That would definitely incriminate that little bitch.
He turned on the hot water and it felt really good on his aching back and sore muscles. He massaged his arms and his neck while the spray hit his back. It felt really good. Where the hell was Lana? He could really use a good massage right now.
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“Hello, Lana,” a silky smooth voice said from over her shoulder.
She spun around to see that it was Dustin. Her olive green eyes widened as she took the sight of him in. He looked amazing. It was a pity she did not have any classes with him.
“Dustin,” she said and fought to catch her breath from her sudden fright, “Hi.”
His smile was sultry and it was alluring in a very deadly way, “I was wondering if you would be so kind as to help me with a little problem?”
He blew his magic spores in her face and the pink mist entered her nostrils and her mouth. She shook her head and suddenly felt really light headed…and really, really wet.
“Sure,” she said with a husky voice and slid her arms around his perfect waist, “Whatever you want.”
“I’m looking for your boyfriend,” he smiled and traced a deadly fingernail across her smooth cheek, “Any idea where he might be?”
She pulled him closer and breathed into his ear, “Probably in the boy’s locker room.”
“Ah,” he said and blew more of his magic spores in her face, “Do forget you saw me.”
Her eyes suddenly glazed over and he left without another word. A few seconds later she seemed to snap out of her daze and yawned. What the hell had she been doing? Why in the hell were her panties wet?
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Dustin made his way to the boy’s locker room to see that it was empty. He cocked his head to the side and hissed in anger. Where the hell was that bastard? He wanted him dead and rotting in the earth. He was going to make that bigot into plant food for his babies.
He made his way further inside and could hear water running from the shower area. A smile of delight formed on his flawless red lips as he walked towards the showers on silent feet. Could that be Whitney? Was he really so stupid as to be all alone?
There was steam all over the place and it was billowing in big white clouds. He could not see anything. Had the idiot cooked himself?
All of a sudden he felt really strong hands grip his arms and pull him back into a much larger frame. So, the jock had sprung a trap…how clever.
“Where are they,” Whitney hissed in his ear, “Where are Adam and Steve?”
Dustin rolled his eyes. What did this idiot hope to accomplish? Nobody had power over him. He was all the power of the Green made flesh.
“Do you like that, fag,” Whitney hissed as he grinded his crotch into Dustin’s backside, “Is this what you get off on?”
He broke free of Whitney’s grasp, spun around, and kneed him in the stomach. Whitney doubled over in pain and fell to his knees.
“You killed me,” Dustin seethed, “And now you try this as well?”
He bitch slapped Whitney across the face and it sent him sliding across the floor to land on his back. Steam billowed around the radiant red head as he advanced on the blonde.
“You will suffer the wrath of Mother Nature,” Dustin smirked evilly as hot water soaked through his clothing, “And you will scream as you die.”
Whitney moaned and noticed that his towel had fallen off. The crazy red head was now standing with one foot on it smiling down at him with insane green eyes. He quickly pushed his blonde hair from out of his eyes so he could see.
“I didn’t touch you,” Whitney yelled in fear and looked around for something to use as a weapon, “You fell on your own.”
“And whose fault was that,” Dustin hissed and his beauty looked even more fail and terrible, “It was all your idea.”
Whitney scrambled to his feet only to cry out when something wrapped around his ankles making him fall flat on his face. He rolled over to see that there was some kind of vine wrapping its way around his naked body.
Dustin laughed as he loomed above him looking like some frightening vision.
Whitney cried out when he was suddenly hanging spread eagled a few feet off the floor by the vines with water rushing across and off his body.
“Don’t worry, Whit,” Dustin giggled as he stood between his muscular thighs to run his creamy smooth hands up those hairy wet muscular legs, “I promise it’s going to hurt like a bitch.”
“Let me go,” Whitney cried as he struggled with the vines only to be silenced when they wrapped themselves around his mouth. He bucked his hips and moaned pitifully. His eyes were filled with such fear and Dustin threw his head back in scornful laughter.
Dustin snapped his fingers and Whitney’s eyes widened in shock and he started to struggle even more as a vine started to enter his virgin hole. He had tears streaming from his eyes.
“You killed me,” Dustin said in a deathly calm voice, “You had a rope, you told them to attack me, and they did,”
The vine started to grow razor sharp thorns and blood started to flow from his hole and mix with the water as it slid in deeper. Whitney could not scream but his muffled cries were close enough.
“You watched as I slowly sank into the earth with all the toxins and the poisons,” Dustin said as he glided his deadly nails up and down Whitney’s muscular torso, “You killed me.”
“You picked on me, called me names, and killed my babies and me,” he hissed in ire, “Their blood and mine are on your hands.”
Whitney’s narrow hips bucked violently when the vine broke through some very important organs. The green gag over his mouth uncoiled, but he could not scream. He was choking on his own blood and stomach acids.
The thorny vine coiled out of his mouth and out of both nostrils making him gag and mew even more. That was when Dustin raked his deadly nails down Whitney’s chest, leaving behind ten deep gashes.
Whitney gurgled in agony and Dustin stepped back to watch his body twitch in pain. He was bucking and struggling violently, only to go very still with a few twitches of his feet here and there. The vine kept growing through his fresh corpse, and out to suddenly burst into blooms that were the color of blood.
Dustin took a deep breath and sighed in deep satisfaction. His murder had now been completely avenged. He had made his killers pay for all the pain they had caused him.
He raised his arms and willed the vine to exit Whitney’s disgusting corpse. He had the vine coil around his own waist and arms. It actually looked like a great fashion statement. Organic design was definitely in.
He gazed down at Whitney’s wrecked body and walked over to kick him in the balls just for the hell of it. That was for having the audacity to grind his crotch into his back and asking if he liked it.
He looked around in mock horror and cried, “Help…help…”
That was the way he left the body. Lying spread eagled in the running water for someone to walk in and scream about later. At least it would give Chloe a field day and it might get them a day off from school for mourning. He could have some alone time with Clark.
He walked outside into the bright sunlight and looked around to see if anyone was in the vicinity. A smile crossed his face when he realized that he need not have to kill anyone else…until he had too, of course.
He brought up his arms and a giant red blossom grew up out of the earth in front of him to spread its exotic petals before him. Like the Goddess of the Earth, he stepped up onto the fragrant blossoms and took a seat. The petals closed around him and he began to feel himself sinking into the womb of Mother Earth. The green vines smoothed out the earth above to make it look as though a lawnmower had fucked up.
He was such a fucking genius. He might make it home in time to watch the beginning of the O.C. marathon on SOAPnet.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. Thank you so much. I'm not really sure if Dustin can poison Clark or not, seeing as how nothing can hurt him except for the green stuff.
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters. I also do not own the idea of Poison Ivy. She is one of my favorite villains of all time.
Summary: A young botanist has a little accident in his green house and later sees Smallville ripe for the greening. This will have male/male parings, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. There will also be some very strong language, just because I like using it.
Warning: This chapter contains some serious violent content and behavior on Dustin’s part…be warned.
Chapter Six
Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
__Alice Cooper
Whitney had had his ass handed to him during football practice. He was practically nothing without Adam and Steve being there to have his back. The senior players had knocked him flat on his back several times…and flipped him twice. They were cutting him no slack whatsoever.
He was practically jumping at every little noise and every little shadow that caught his eye. Dustin Thorn was alive and that meant that Adam and Steve were not missing. They were fucking dead. There was no doubt about it, that little red headed bitch had fucking killed them.
What the hell was he going to do? He couldn’t go to the police. That little bitch was the one holding all the cards. His life was going to be ruined if that little shit drop kicked the cat out of the bag.
There was only one option. He was going to have to kill the bitch, and he was going to make sure that he fucking stayed dead this time. He was going to chop the bitch into little pieces and then burn what was left.
He made his way into the boy’s locker room after all the other players were getting dressed. He didn’t want to be in the shower with them. Not after the hell they had put him through out there on the field today.
How was he going to do it? How the hell had that little bitch managed to kill his two friends? They were like twice his size and really strong. How the fuck was he going to kill him? All those poisons and toxins s should have killed him. Hell, that stupid snake thing should have fucking ripped his throat out. How the hell had he survived. He saw how the ground had fucking ate him.
He looked different, too. He looked like a Greek statue of some alabaster God. Was he some kind of meteor freak now? Lana was always going on about them and so was that bitch reporter that was really good friends with Kent. Maybe he could talk to them and see if they could find some way to protect him.
He stripped down and walked into the shower room. All the other players were getting dressed, so he had the whole thing to himself. Plus, it would give him time to think about what it was he needed to do. He needed to figure out how to protect him self. Could Dustin prove that he had been there? Could he find Adam and Steve’s bodies? That would definitely incriminate that little bitch.
He turned on the hot water and it felt really good on his aching back and sore muscles. He massaged his arms and his neck while the spray hit his back. It felt really good. Where the hell was Lana? He could really use a good massage right now.
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“Hello, Lana,” a silky smooth voice said from over her shoulder.
She spun around to see that it was Dustin. Her olive green eyes widened as she took the sight of him in. He looked amazing. It was a pity she did not have any classes with him.
“Dustin,” she said and fought to catch her breath from her sudden fright, “Hi.”
His smile was sultry and it was alluring in a very deadly way, “I was wondering if you would be so kind as to help me with a little problem?”
He blew his magic spores in her face and the pink mist entered her nostrils and her mouth. She shook her head and suddenly felt really light headed…and really, really wet.
“Sure,” she said with a husky voice and slid her arms around his perfect waist, “Whatever you want.”
“I’m looking for your boyfriend,” he smiled and traced a deadly fingernail across her smooth cheek, “Any idea where he might be?”
She pulled him closer and breathed into his ear, “Probably in the boy’s locker room.”
“Ah,” he said and blew more of his magic spores in her face, “Do forget you saw me.”
Her eyes suddenly glazed over and he left without another word. A few seconds later she seemed to snap out of her daze and yawned. What the hell had she been doing? Why in the hell were her panties wet?
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Dustin made his way to the boy’s locker room to see that it was empty. He cocked his head to the side and hissed in anger. Where the hell was that bastard? He wanted him dead and rotting in the earth. He was going to make that bigot into plant food for his babies.
He made his way further inside and could hear water running from the shower area. A smile of delight formed on his flawless red lips as he walked towards the showers on silent feet. Could that be Whitney? Was he really so stupid as to be all alone?
There was steam all over the place and it was billowing in big white clouds. He could not see anything. Had the idiot cooked himself?
All of a sudden he felt really strong hands grip his arms and pull him back into a much larger frame. So, the jock had sprung a trap…how clever.
“Where are they,” Whitney hissed in his ear, “Where are Adam and Steve?”
Dustin rolled his eyes. What did this idiot hope to accomplish? Nobody had power over him. He was all the power of the Green made flesh.
“Do you like that, fag,” Whitney hissed as he grinded his crotch into Dustin’s backside, “Is this what you get off on?”
He broke free of Whitney’s grasp, spun around, and kneed him in the stomach. Whitney doubled over in pain and fell to his knees.
“You killed me,” Dustin seethed, “And now you try this as well?”
He bitch slapped Whitney across the face and it sent him sliding across the floor to land on his back. Steam billowed around the radiant red head as he advanced on the blonde.
“You will suffer the wrath of Mother Nature,” Dustin smirked evilly as hot water soaked through his clothing, “And you will scream as you die.”
Whitney moaned and noticed that his towel had fallen off. The crazy red head was now standing with one foot on it smiling down at him with insane green eyes. He quickly pushed his blonde hair from out of his eyes so he could see.
“I didn’t touch you,” Whitney yelled in fear and looked around for something to use as a weapon, “You fell on your own.”
“And whose fault was that,” Dustin hissed and his beauty looked even more fail and terrible, “It was all your idea.”
Whitney scrambled to his feet only to cry out when something wrapped around his ankles making him fall flat on his face. He rolled over to see that there was some kind of vine wrapping its way around his naked body.
Dustin laughed as he loomed above him looking like some frightening vision.
Whitney cried out when he was suddenly hanging spread eagled a few feet off the floor by the vines with water rushing across and off his body.
“Don’t worry, Whit,” Dustin giggled as he stood between his muscular thighs to run his creamy smooth hands up those hairy wet muscular legs, “I promise it’s going to hurt like a bitch.”
“Let me go,” Whitney cried as he struggled with the vines only to be silenced when they wrapped themselves around his mouth. He bucked his hips and moaned pitifully. His eyes were filled with such fear and Dustin threw his head back in scornful laughter.
Dustin snapped his fingers and Whitney’s eyes widened in shock and he started to struggle even more as a vine started to enter his virgin hole. He had tears streaming from his eyes.
“You killed me,” Dustin said in a deathly calm voice, “You had a rope, you told them to attack me, and they did,”
The vine started to grow razor sharp thorns and blood started to flow from his hole and mix with the water as it slid in deeper. Whitney could not scream but his muffled cries were close enough.
“You watched as I slowly sank into the earth with all the toxins and the poisons,” Dustin said as he glided his deadly nails up and down Whitney’s muscular torso, “You killed me.”
“You picked on me, called me names, and killed my babies and me,” he hissed in ire, “Their blood and mine are on your hands.”
Whitney’s narrow hips bucked violently when the vine broke through some very important organs. The green gag over his mouth uncoiled, but he could not scream. He was choking on his own blood and stomach acids.
The thorny vine coiled out of his mouth and out of both nostrils making him gag and mew even more. That was when Dustin raked his deadly nails down Whitney’s chest, leaving behind ten deep gashes.
Whitney gurgled in agony and Dustin stepped back to watch his body twitch in pain. He was bucking and struggling violently, only to go very still with a few twitches of his feet here and there. The vine kept growing through his fresh corpse, and out to suddenly burst into blooms that were the color of blood.
Dustin took a deep breath and sighed in deep satisfaction. His murder had now been completely avenged. He had made his killers pay for all the pain they had caused him.
He raised his arms and willed the vine to exit Whitney’s disgusting corpse. He had the vine coil around his own waist and arms. It actually looked like a great fashion statement. Organic design was definitely in.
He gazed down at Whitney’s wrecked body and walked over to kick him in the balls just for the hell of it. That was for having the audacity to grind his crotch into his back and asking if he liked it.
He looked around in mock horror and cried, “Help…help…”
That was the way he left the body. Lying spread eagled in the running water for someone to walk in and scream about later. At least it would give Chloe a field day and it might get them a day off from school for mourning. He could have some alone time with Clark.
He walked outside into the bright sunlight and looked around to see if anyone was in the vicinity. A smile crossed his face when he realized that he need not have to kill anyone else…until he had too, of course.
He brought up his arms and a giant red blossom grew up out of the earth in front of him to spread its exotic petals before him. Like the Goddess of the Earth, he stepped up onto the fragrant blossoms and took a seat. The petals closed around him and he began to feel himself sinking into the womb of Mother Earth. The green vines smoothed out the earth above to make it look as though a lawnmower had fucked up.
He was such a fucking genius. He might make it home in time to watch the beginning of the O.C. marathon on SOAPnet.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. Thank you so much. I'm not really sure if Dustin can poison Clark or not, seeing as how nothing can hurt him except for the green stuff.
Flora.