Pretty Shiny

Pretty Shiny
Flora Winters

I do not own anything from Buffy or Smallville.

Summary: Glory will do anything to get her hands on a shiny octagonal key. This key will allow her to open a portal so she can use Dawn's blood once more to try and get home. A certain alien just so happens to possess the item she is after. Can this God of the cornpatch stand in the way of an almighty pissed off Hellbitch while he falls madly in love with the man she is trapped in?

This is not a Clarkie the Vampire Slaying Alien or anything like that. This is a Buffy/Smallville crossover.

Chapter Seven

The meteors were falling and he had no where to run and no one to save him. The sound was loud and unbearable as the ground quaked beneath his feet. He could hear his grandmother cry out when one of the meteors crashed just outside the house and he watched her fall to her knees holding her face in her hands. He reached out for her but the ground shook again and he was falling.

He was sitting in front of a warm fireplace with his grandmother’s arm around him as the police officer told them that his parents had been killed in the shower. All the feelings came rushing to the surface and he collapsed and wept.

Weird things began to happen to him. He would start to wake up in strange places with girl’s clothes on and weird creatures were on their knees before him. He had thought it had all been a nightmare but it was real and just beginning. The creatures called him the vessel of the Great and Shining Glorificus, and he could see the bodies of countless people strewn about. He could see and smell the blood that now stained his once innocent hands.

He was only fifteen years old when his grandmother took his hand and saw everything he had done and all he would do. The fear he saw in her blind eyes scared him but she told him that he would be very happy. So, one day while he was visiting her at the home she had tried to strangle him to death. A nurse had come in and was able to pull her away from him so he could draw breath into his burning lungs. He had left and never looked back while she screamed and the words would haunt him forever.

“He must die!”

He had felt so betrayed and so alone in the world now. He went from foster home to foster home because his adoptive parents would be found acting crazy and screaming, “God,” at the top of their lungs. The creatures told him that the Great One must feed in order to keep her sanity long enough to do anything. The more she fed the stronger she would become and the longer he would stay away while she frolicked around killing people left and right that got in her way.

Suddenly he looked up and saw Glory standing over him with a spear formed from red lightning in her hand. It crackled and hissed with divine magic as she lifted it over her head. She looked down at him with eyes that appeared to burn like twin suns as her golden hair burned around her face. She smiled evilly and he cried out in agony as he drove the spear of lightning through his heart.

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Ben cried out and sat straight up in bed in a cold sweat as Clark jumped awake and was at his side, “Are you alright?”

Ben looked at him with wild, scared eyes that were haunted with fear and pain. The sweat covered his body as he looked around in terror trying to calm him self. He held the sheets tightly against his chest as if they were his shield against the world.

He took a deep breath and realized where he was and what had happened. He felt Clark take his hand and he pulled Clark to him, “Let me hold you,” he whispered in fear, “So I know you’re real.”

Clark sat on the bed and let Ben wrap his arms around him as he did the same. Ben felt safe in Clark’s arms and squeezed him tighter, “I’m scared, Clark.”

“It’s ok,” Clark said soothingly as he ran his fingers through his hair, “She can’t hurt you now.”

“Nothing can stop her,” Ben whispered in fear, “She is immortal and so powerful.”

“How do you know this,” Clark asked already having his suspicions.

Ben shook and looked into Clark’s eyes, “Because I am or was her vessel.”

Lionel’s words echoed in his head, “Her vessel must be destroyed.”

“What do you mean,” Clark asked afraid he already knew the answer but wanting to make sure.

“I was her only weakness,” he said shaking as if cold, “She was trapped inside me. She found a way to “pop” out and in that state immortal but when she exhausted herself I would take back over, thus being mortal.”

Clark took a deep breath, “So if one was to kill you?”

She would die to,” he said.

Clark held him tight and everything made sense to him now or at least started to become clearer. Glory had been released from her prison by the black kryptonite.

He looked at Ben, “Is she a part of you?”

“I was born to be her prison,” he said, “She would live through me and finally die but now that she is free I don’t see that happening.”

“Why me, Clark,” he asked him with tears falling from his eyes. All he ever wanted was a normal life, to be loved, have a family, fall in love, “Out of all the people born into this world, why did I have to be the one the gods chose to make suffer?”

Clark kissed his cheek and Ben knew he was being unfair to Clark. He had no right to ask Clark such a question. Since he came to Smallville, Clark has been there for him whenever he needed him the most.

“I’m sorry,” Ben said loving the way Clark was playing with his hair, “That was unfair of me.”

“You’re upset,” Clark whispered, “And you have a right to be.”

“But I should not take it out on you,” Ben said trying to stop another tear but failed.

“What is she,” Clark asked.

“Her name is Glorificus,” Ben told him taking a deep breath, “She ruled over the Hell Dimension with two other Hell Gods. Her power and lust became so great the two other’s feared her fought her. She was finally defeated and cast out to live in me and die when I die.”

Clark shook his head, “Hell Gods?”

“I know how it sounds Clark,” Ben said afraid that Clark would leave him now, “Now that she is free from me she is unstoppable.”

“Why does she want this key,” Clark asked.

Ben composed his thoughts the best he could, “She wants this key to open a portal. She will spill the blood of the true key once inside the portal thus tearing her way through the fabric of time and space to get back to her dimension.”

“You make it sound like she’s done this already,” Clark said.

Ben nodded, “And failed back in Sunndydale.”

“How,” Clark asked.

“The Slayer,” Ben said, “Jumped into the portal and sealed it which took her life in turn.”

“What would have happened to you if she succeeded in getting home,” he asked.

“I would not exist anymore,” Ben told him, “I would face oblivion.”

“So, Glory was the sister you were talking about,” Clark asked rubbing Ben’s back.

“Yes,” Ben nodded, “She is the only family I know.”

“So, your childhood you told me about is a lie,” Clark asked.

“No,” Ben said suddenly, “All of it was true except for me having a real sister.”

Clark closed his eyes and kissed the top of Ben’s head and Ben was warmed by the endearment, “I’m sorry I lied to you Clark.”

“Everyone has secrets for a reason,” Clark said somberly, “Just another thing to add to the list of things we have in common.”

Ben sniffed and Clark let him go so he could sit up, “I don’t want to be here,” he said, “She’ll hurt you Clark and everyone you love just to get that key.”

“I’m just as indestructible as she is,” Clark said.

“Are your parents Clark,” Ben asked looking really concerned, “She can hurt you in so many ways that has nothing to do with inflicting physical pain.”

Clark was about to say something when a nurse came in the door smiling at Ben. Ben smiled at her and then the doctor came in, “How are you feeling Ben?”

“Better,” he said truthfully, “When can I get back to work?”

The doctor looked him over, “I want you to take this week off and come back in on Monday.”

Ben nodded and rubbed his throat to flinch a little from the pain, “Okay.”

The doctor nodded, “You can go at any time,” she said, “I’ll have a nurse bring in your clothes.”

Ben thanked her and she left the room. Clark looked at him, “I still have stuff to tell you.”

Ben just looked at him in bewilderment, “You mean you still want to?”

Clark smiled warmly, “I trust you Ben.”

“Why,” Ben asked, “After all I’ve told you?”

“Because,” Clark said, “I care about you.”

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Glory was walking arm in arm with Dawn down the sidewalk in the major shopping district of Metropolis. She had a few bags but most was Dawns. She was going to have so much fun meeting with Baldy tonight, and she had even bought a new outfit just for the occasion.

She glances over and noticed that her pale little emo was looking rather tired or maybe it was boredom. Glory spotted a cute little ice cream shop and led Dawn in its direction.

Glory gently squeezed her arm in hers, “What would you like Dawnie?”

Dawn looked over all the flavors and looked at the man behind the counter, “Vanilla with sprinkles on a sugar cone.”

Glory smiled and looked at the human, “And I’ll have chocolate on a waffle cone.”

The man nodded and a few minutes later the two of them were sitting at a little booth licking their tasty treats. Glory was watching Dawn out of the corner of her baby blues, “Are you having fun?”

Dawn nodded her head and then frowned, “I could have done without seeing “him” again.”

Glory bit into her waffle cone and chewed wanting Dawn to answer her question with more that a simple nod. She took Dawn’s hand and smiled, “He can be such a downer,” she said, “He just loves spoiling my fun.”

“Why not just kill him,” Dawn asked not really caring anymore, “You’re free from him.”

Glory almost dropped her treat due to hearing the words that just passed through her ultra sensitive ear drums, “My Dawnie,” she giggled, “So eager for blood are we?”

Dawn looked away from her and Glory gently snatched her chin and turned her head so she could look at her, “He will do as I say.”

Dawn’s brown eyes flashed, “Are you so sure,” she asked, “How do you know he’s not fleeing the state?”

“Because he fears me,” Glory said, “And he more than fears me Sugar-Cube. He fears what I can do to those he thinks he cares about.”

“Why are you doing this,” Dawn finally asked not caring what happened next.

“Doing what,” Glory asked finishing off her ice cream cone.

Dawn made a gesture, “All of this?”

“So I can go home,” she said, “And rain down some doom and gloom upon Mom and Daddies heads.”

“Not that,” Dawn said smashing her cone against the table which excited Glory, “Why buy me all these things? Why do all of this when you’re just going to kill me to open your stupid portal to wherever?”

A slight breeze blew through Glory’s golden locks as he gazed at Dawn. What was she suppose to say? Dawn narrowed her eyes and Glory took her by the hand and led her from the shop.

Something strange was going on and Dawn wanted to know what. Glory had not been acting herself ever since they came to this stupid place. All Dawn ever did now was just look out her window and wish she was dead like everyone else she loved.

She looked around and realized Glory led her into a park. It looked to be empty and then Glory began to rant.

She looked at Dawn with confusion in her big blue eyes, “I don’t know,” she cried, “Everything is too fucked up right now for me to even think straight.”

“There’s some brains,” Dawn said pointing at random people. She didn’t know who the hell they were so why should she care, “Go sane yourself up so you don’t go crazy and kill the pretty key.”

Glory froze, “You know something,” she asked while twirling a lock of hair around her index finger, “I don’t know why I’m not killing you right now for that.”

“Really,” Dawn asked with her hands on her hips, “Perhaps the big bad bitch from hell has lost her touch, hmm?”

“See,” Glory shouted, “Right there! You should be bleeding at my feet for your insolence!”

“Right,” Dawn said laughing almost madly, “Why don’t you? You’re just going to kill me anyway Oh Unstable One.”

“I’m not going to kill you,” Glory screamed.

Dawn blinked several times in confusion as Glory said, “I just don’t know is all.”

“Oh,” Dawn said, “That makes so much sense Oh Confused One.”

“You can stop with the silly little insults Dawnie,” Glory said while smiling once more, “Your opinion of my sanity weighs less than the dandruff on your shoulders.”

Dawn narrowed her eyes, “I don’t have dandruff.”

“Exactly,” Glory said, “I purchase the shampoo that you use after all.”

“What are you doing Glory,” Dawn asked while walking over to a tree to get out of the sun, “A month and a half ago you were tossing me around, calling me a thing, killed my loved ones.”

“I’m not going to defend or explain my actions to you Dawnie,” Glory said looking up at the blue sky, “I did what I had to do in order to insure my survival.”

“You just defended yourself right there,” Dawn told her, “Why?”

“I’m a God,” Glory thundered, “My ways are above you and your monk induced morals of right and wrong.”

“You never answered my question,” Dawn said looking dead at her, “And stop pretending that you don’t know because you do. You’re just afraid.”

Glory snorted and then howled with laughter, “Oh, Dawnie,” she said wiping a tear from her eye, “I perfected fear.”

“Then just tell me,” she demanded, “Why the fuck are you being so fucking nice to me?”

“Because I like you,” Glory boomed swinging her arms around in frustration, “I fucking like you!”

Dawn’s eyes widened, “You what?”

Glory realized what she had just said and suddenly realized the meaning in those words. She just looked at Dawn and walked over to her, “I know I’m cruel and wicked Dawnie, but I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“No,” Dawn said, “Repeat what you just said.”

Glory tilted her head to the side, “I like you,” she said picking a piece of fluff from Dawn’s shirt, “I like being around you.”

Dawn closed her eyes, “Why?”

“Because we’re both alone,” she said, “New to this stupid existence.”

“I wouldn’t be alone,” Dawn hissed, “If you had not killed everyone I loved.”

“And you think I should feel sorry for that,” Glory asked.

“No,” Dawn said.

“Why,” Glory asked.

“Because you can’t,” Dawn told her.

“It’s not because I can’t Dawnie,” she said looking at her, “It’s because I don’t know how.”

That stopped Dawn, “What?”

“I’m a God Dawnie,” Glory said leading her over to bench under some willow trees, “I do as I please because I can even though that totally contradicts everything about me.”

“Why,” Dawn asked.

“The ice cream guy looked at me funny and I was going to kill him because it would please me to do so,” She said, “But then I thought of how that would make me look in your eyes so I stayed my fist.”

Dawn just looked at her even more confused and whispered, “You did that?”

Glory nodded, “Totally fucked up, I know, even for me.”

That awarded her with a silent smile and Glory’s heart went all pitter patter and Dawn said, “I’m getting sleepy.”

Glory nodded her head. She needed to get dressed and go pay a visit to Baldy Boy. She might not be able to get answers from Benny Boo or Cletus, but she sure as hell would get answers from this little bitch.

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Clark led Ben by the hand through the Kawatche cave to where all the symbols were painted on the walls. Ben looked at each of them in awe. They must be hundreds of years old and they were beautiful.

Clark watched him walk around looking at all the symbols and he stopped in front of the two headed monster on the wall. He looked back at Clark and asked, “What does this one mean?”

“That,” Clark said, “Is the best friend of Namon and will probably not be his future enemy.”

Ben reached out and touched it looking back at Clark, “All of this is about you, isn’t it?”

Clark lowered his head and nodded. Ben looked back at the painting and the two headed monster frightened him. It reminded him of him self and Glory when they shared the same body. He lowered his head from it and looked to the side to see a wall with another painting on it.

Ben walked over to it and Clark followed. Clark took him by the hand and the wall began to open up before the two of them. Ben took a deep breath when he saw the altar that was on the inside.

Clark led him up to it and the wall began to close behind them so no one could saunter in and see what was going on. Clark had learned his lesson the day the second meteor shower fell.

He took the key out of his pocket making Ben gasp and Clark squeezed his hand gently, “Do you trust me?”

Ben looked into his eyes and nodded, “Yes.”

Clark smiled and it made his eyes look so bright. Ben watched him insert the octagonal key in the slot and pulled him close. The altar glowed blue and suddenly a portal full of light enveloped them and they were speeding forwards. Ben’s breath left him as his hair blew wildly around his face at the wonder of it all.

In almost an instant he was standing in the center of a large palace of ice crystals. He eyes were wide in awe at the spectacle all around him. A light snow was falling and everything was so bright and beautiful.

The light from the ice dazzled his eyes and Clark was watching him take it all in. Ben turned a full circle with his tongue sticking out to catch the snowflakes that were falling. Clark laughed and Ben asked, “What is this place?”

“This is my Fortress of Solitude,” Clark told him as he led him around his forty-story igloo as Chloe called it, “Its all that’s left of my home.”

“Where are you from Clark,” he asked eyeing the crystal console.

“Not Smallville,” he said, “That’s for sure.”

Ben frowned, “Where?”

Clark let go of his hand, “A world light years from here.”

Realization hit Ben and he looked at Clark asking, “Are you an extraterrestrial?”

Clark nodded, “I’m from a planet called Krypton which was destroyed.”

Ben eyed him, “This isn’t all that’s left of your home world is it?”

Clark closed his eyes, “No, its not.”

“The meteors are remnants of your home, aren’t they,” Ben asked.

“Yes,” Clark said sadly, “My ship came down in the first meteor shower.”

Ben saw the tear fall from his eye and Ben realized that Clark blamed him self for the death of his parents. The meteor rocks gave people strange powers and Clark obviously blamed himself for everything bad that has ever happened in Smallville since the meteor shower. This was just one more thing the two of them had in common. Clark blames himself for the meteor showers to where he blames himself for Glory.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Clark’s waist and pulled him into an embrace nuzzling his neck, “It’s not your fault Clark.”

“Then why do I feel so guilty,” he asked somberly.

“The same reason I do for Glory,” Ben answered squeezing him tightly, “The situations were out of our control because we had no power over what was happening.”

Clark held him close smelling his freshly washed hair. It smelled like honeysuckle, “We’re like two peas in a pod, huh?”

Ben snorted, “In one big savage garden.”

“Wow,” Clark said kissing his forehead, “And people have the nerve to call me a dork.”

“What,” Ben asked actually mirroring Clark’s big puppy dog eyes, “They’re a good band.”

“If you’re from another planet,” Clark said and Ben quickly covered his mouth with a big hand, “Well, you’ve got that one pretty much covered then.”

Clark rolled his eyes realizing he so ran right smack into that brick wall and it knocked him on his ass of steel. Ben smiled at him warmly even though he was slightly shaking from the cold, “I’m getting cold spaceman,” he said, “Let’s go back before I turn into a Bensickle.”

Clark smiled and Ben winked at him as his hands slid down to grip that tight ass of steel. Clark nuzzled his cheek and Ben leaned into him for warmth that Clark just seemed to perpetually radiate.

Suddenly Ben was being held like a damsel in distress in Clark’s arms and it should have looked ridiculous because he was just as tall as Clark. Ben just eyed him, “Are you taking me for a ride Superman?”

“Hold on tight,” Clark said and they were off in a blur of spiraling snow.

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“I really need to brush up on my Latin,” Chloe said, “Because this was so much easier when I was possessed by an expert.”

Lana smiled and added dragon’s blood to her mist potion for a quick exit, “But it’s more fun when it’s you who is actually doing it.”

“Hush,” Chloe said snapping the book shut and started to clean up her mess, “How goes that potion you’re working on?”

“It goes good so far,” she said adding some powdered moonstone that cost a small fortune, “I think it’s almost done.”

“Really,” Chloe asked bouncing over to see the misting purple brew, “Is it suppose to be that color?”

“According to this book it is,” she said getting some vials from the cupboard and a silver funnel, “Now to bottle one and test it.”

Chloe smirked and took the potion vial from Lana and threw it at a chair causing it to explode. The both of them just stood there and looked at the smoldering wood and Chloe turned to eye her girlfriend, “Was it supposed to do that?”

“Of course,” Lana lied to save face, “Let’s vial the rest of it.”

Chloe nodded and packed each vial Lana handed her very carefully into a bag they would be using. Lana handed her the last vial and she packed it away, “What do we do next?”

Lana looked at the green leather bound journal on her desk and asked, “Do we have any mandrake?”

“Yes,” Chloe told her and then asked, “Why?”

“There is a spell in this journal that can mime the deadly scream of the mandrake,” she said, “It might not kill Glory but it sure as hell might hurt her.”

Chloe eyed the journal on the desk and asked, “How do we keep from killing ourselves in the process?”

“Easy,” Lana said opening the journal to the spell, “Earplugs, of course.”

“Of course,” Chloe said and went to gather the supplies they would need as Lana named them off.

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Lionel enjoyed long luxurious bubble baths in the evenings. His long hair was slicked back from being wet as his chopper firebombed his battleship, and all the little men got eaten by a big blue shark.

Lionel laughed madly as each little man was devoured by the shark, “Don’t you see,” he cooed to the helpless little men, “In this little ocean I’m God.”

The laughed again when all of a sudden his head was thrown back by an invisible force and his eyes glowed a luminous green. The water in the tub exploded outwards and upwards by the force that suddenly hit him.

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Lex was standing in front of his fireplace just staring into the fire watching the flames leap and lick the logs. His life was so hectic right now. The second meteor shower, aliens from space, Clark’s gay, a crazy meteor freak, Clark’s secret, a God out to kill for something. He decided to go fix himself a drink and turned around to see God Herself sitting in his chair behind his desk.

Lex just stood there in shock as the blonde smiled at him, “Long time no see, Baldy.”

He narrowed his eyes at her for the lame insult, “Wow,” he said, “Is that the best insult a supposed God can come up with?”

Glory tilted her head to the side and gave him a lethal grin, “I just want a few questions answered,” she told him, “And if you answer truthfully I’ll try my best to not kill you.”

“Well,” Lex said, “With an offer like that how can I refuse?”

Glory was suddenly on her feet standing in front of his desk in a blink. Lex actually had to admire her strapless designer black dress, and the heels that looked to be studded with onyx.

“First,” Glory said asking, “What happened to Ben that night in the warehouse?”

“He was kidnapped,” Lex told her simply, “Buy a meteor freak.”

“A meteor what,” she asked and then silenced him with a glare, “Never mind. What happened to him?”

“I’m not at liberty to say,” Lex told her truthfully, “Trust issues and all that you see.”

Glory was suddenly standing in front of the door with a maid in her hands holding her up by the neck. She suddenly snapped he neck and threw her body across the room to land on the desk, “Now,” Glory said wiping her hands off on one of his jackets on the other side of the room, “Let’s try this again or I’ll kill more people.”

Lex looked at the body and shook at how easily her life had just been snapped out of her, “Ok,” he said, “He was raped.”

“I know,” she bellowed, “What else?”

Lex looked back at the body and Glory snapped her fingers, “I’m over here,” she shouted, “Or I do I need to snap some bitches in two?”

Lex shook his head, “No,” he said, “We released my scientists after the meteor freak was put down and then went to call the authorities.”

He was suddenly cut off when the body of the young gardener was strewn across the couch with his neck twisted at an odd angle, “You can either cut to the chase Baldy or I’ll just kill more.”

“You monster,” he yelled.

“I’m a God,” she snapped, “Now do my bidding you bald little bitch and answer my fucking question!”

He looked at the young man who was now soiling his couch and back at the monster who did this, “I’m sorry Clark,” he said to himself, “A black meteor rock was heated too quickly when Clark threw the meteor freak across the room. Ben got caught in the blast and was thrown across the room.

Glory clapped her hands together making loud claps that almost sounded like thunder, “See,” she said asking, “Now was that so hard?”

“Why was that so important that you had to kill two innocent people over,” he asked looking at the bodies again.

“I’ll be answering the questions here Jeeves,” she said pouring herself a glass of wine, “Question number two, where is my octagonal key?”

“Now that,” he said half truthfully, “I don’t know.”

Glory narrowed her baby blues, “Is that your final answer, Baldy?”

“Final answer,” Lex said, “Bitch.”

Glory shook her head laughing, “All right,” she said, “Just remember, this is on your hands.”

Suddenly she had two of his best guards in he hands dangling them off the floor like little puppets, “Answer the question Jinx before I forget myself.”

Lex had years of good service from these two. Where the hell was Super Clark when you needed him? The two men were begging him for help and he answered, “It was lost during the twister.”

The two men hit the floor and scrambled out of the room as she advanced on him in a hiss of silk to stand a nose hair from him, “What?”

“Four years ago I had the key and a twister hit town,” he told he truthfully, “And a reporter stole it right out from under my nose.”

Glory was suddenly sitting on the dead gardener’s chest with her legs crossed seductively looking right at him, “Tell me everything you know about this key.”

Lex turned from her and walked over to the shelf and opened the safe. He pulled out the file on the Kawatche Caves. Glory’s blue eyes followed him not even blinking once which really freaked him out. He handed the file to her in which she snatched with a deadly hand.

How could she just sit there, on a dead body no less? She was one sick puppy that needed to be put down. Where the hell was that nosy always meddling farmboy?

Glory flipped through the file with God speed committing everything to photographic memory. She looked up at Lex and smiled, “Good job Baldy,” she said suddenly standing at the doors, “Oh, by the way, for calling me a bitch. I left a present for you upstairs in the main bath.”

His eyes widened in horror as she laughed evilly at him and was gone in a blink. He raced out of the room and up the stairs. He ran down the hall slipping and sliding in the water to the door. He tried to open the door but it was locked so he ran and kicked it down.

He ran in to fall on his ass and scrambled to the shattered tub to see his father lying their naked and broken. Lex closed his eyes from the sight and turned around to look away. He hated his father but never wanted him dead, at least not like this.

He just sat there in the soapy water all wet with his father waiting for the police to arrive. He had to find Clark, and the tears began to fall.

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Glory was standing before all the paintings in the Kawatche Cave with glee in her eyes as she committed each one to photographic memory. She walked over to the wall that according to Lex’s file should not have been there and frowned.

Her minions suddenly stepped out of the shadows yelling, “Wait Great One,” as he raised her fist to punch her way through and stopped when another shouted, “You’ll bring the cave down around us Might One.”

She sighed and backed away from the stupid wall which hindered her progress. She whirled around and got right in the face of her scabby minion, “Open this wall,” and she was gone.

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Martha was sitting on the sofa suffering from a headache. She heard a noise come from the kitchen and got to her feet to go and see if it was her husband. She walked into the kitchen and called out, “Jonathan,” only to receive no answer.

She looked around to see that nothing appeared to be out of place only to hear the piano in the living room begin to play and a woman singing, “What if God was one of us?”

Martha made her way from the kitchen into the living room to see the blonde woman from the Talon playing her piano only to turn around and smile at her as if she just ate the pretty canary.

“May I help you,” Martha asked putting a hand to her temple. She was pissed at the fact that this woman just helped herself into her home without an invitation.

Glory was suddenly standing right in front of her face, “Where’s Tater Tot?”

TBC…

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