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.

Prologue

We shall dive down through black abysses…
And in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell
Amidst wonder and glory forever

--H.P. Lovecraft

It is said that the Old Ones came from beyond the vast sea of endless stars, smashing into this world like a plague of destructive delight. The earth trembled and groaned when they would walk upon it. Whole realities would shatter when they opened their gaping jaws to speak their primordial tongue. Their formless forms and shapeless shapes drove creatures and beings to extinction.

Ia Ia Cthulhu fhtagn!

Dagon!

But, the stars are no longer right. They have become poisonous to the Old Ones, driving them into the sea and beneath the earth. Should the stars ever right themselves, and surely they will, great Cthulhu will rise up from his sunken city to feast on souls as if they were the finest of nectar.

~*~

Tyler Willowbrock looked at the math problem on the board. It was written in white chalk and the sunlight was directly glaring off it. He didn’t have a clue what was written. So, he simply pretended that he didn’t care. He was new. This was his first day here. Surely Mr. Pattinson wouldn’t call on him. He was a blond for crying out loud. What did he know about some silly math problem? Nothing! That’s what! Because he couldn’t see to read the damn thing!

Plus, his eyesight was only getting worse. He would be totally blind in just a matter of months. There was nothing the doctors could do for him, and he had seen many. So, his parents decided to move to this place. They said it was so he could have an easier life as an invalid. No! They didn’t say it like that, but they might as well have.

“Tyler?” Mr. Pattinson asked, causing him to turn in the direction of the voice. “Do you know the answer?”

God must really hate him.

“Could you read the problem to me?” He asked, hoping that wouldn’t upset his new teacher.

Mr. Pattinson did as he had asked. It was with a patient tone, too. It really surprised him.

He answered the question correctly and the class continued on. Well, that had been simple enough.

“Clark,” Mr. Pattinson called. “What’s the answer to this problem?”

Tyler could hear snickering.

“Mr. Kent,” Mr. Pattinson sighed rather deeply. “What did I tell you about sleeping in my class?”

“Um, I can do it,” the deep voice said. “Just as long as I don’t make it look too obvious…”

Tyler snorted, turning around. Mr. Pattinson was standing in front of the offender, so he couldn’t see what he looked like.

“Wipe the drool from your mouth,” Mr. Pattinson said, shaking his head. “And go to bed at a descent hour.”

Tyler’s eyes blinked when Mr. Pattinson stepped aside. The guy he was looking at was gorgeous.

Clark got to his feet and Tyler’s eyes slightly widened. He was tall, dark, and golden. The guy was a god.

Clark tripped over his backpack, nearly falling backwards, across a table. Tyler just gawked as the class erupted into laughter. Okay, he was clearly a clumsy god with a goofy smile.

“Just work out the problem, Clark,” Mr. Pattinson growled under his breath. “And please, do be more careful. I don’t need you killing or maiming yourself…or someone else in my class.”

The handsome giant was blushing something fierce. It was absolutely adorable.

The bell soon rang for lunch.

~*~

Tyler adjusted his sunglasses as he took a seat in the shade. It was under a tall tree. The sun was bright and the air was so warm. He knew he shouldn’t be outside on days like this because the light could really hurt his eyes, but it was too pretty of a day to spend inside.

He held the red apple to his lips, taking a bite. It was crisp and sweet. Oh, he loved apples.

He watched the other students talk amongst themselves. There were so many different groups. The jocks and cheerleaders acted as if they were the kings and queens of this puny kingdom. It was comical.

That was when he caught the eye of a handsome, blond guy. He was really tan. He looked almost bronze. The footballer was giving him the oddest look. He didn’t know how to read it.

“Hey! Whitney!” A member of the select group shouted. “Are you coming with?”

The blond looked as if he were snapping out of an enchanted daze, and turned away. Well, that was certainly strange behavior. He didn’t know what to make of that.

Tyler shook his head. What had that been about? But, he had felt kind of funny. It was the same feeling he got when he had been looking at the guy in math.

Oh, that would be horny. Well, it was spring.

Why did they have to grow them so big and nice here? It was like a cruel tease on his sexual orientation. There were two sexy studs he couldn’t touch.

He took another bite of his apple. Perhaps going blind wasn’t such a bad thing. At least he would no longer be tempted by a man’s looks. He chuckled, getting to his feet.

~*~

He patted his face dry and looked at himself in the mirror. His skin was becoming the color of pale marble, from where he was hardly ever in the sun anymore. His curly mane was a strawberry-blond. In fact, it almost looked pale orange in the light.

It was his luminous eyes that made people take a third look at him. They were a shocking, startling shade of topaz-blue. They were so vibrant and icy, but they were warm. His eyes were beautiful, and they were failing him.

“Mirror, mirror, my face now on display,” he chuckled, fixing his long, curly locks. “Is my life to always be this way?”

There was no answer. Oh, well. If life was fair, it would dead.

~*~

“Hello!” He called out, walking into The Torch. “I was told I needed an elective…”

“I’ve told you a thousand times, Kent!” A loud voice shouted, cutting him off. “Don’t use so much toner! It’s expensive!”

A petite, blond girl had the giant from math by the ear, pulling it.

“Okay, okay, okay,” the golden giant mewed. He was like a puppy. He was without a bark and had no bite. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” She roared, pulling on his ear some more.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” he whimpered, looking pitiful.

Tyler cleared his throat, doing his best not to laugh. It was too funny. The poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh,” the blond girl suddenly smiled at him. “You’re the new guy.”

Tyler nodded.

“I’m Chloe Sullivan,” she said, holding out her free hand for him to shake. “And this is my bumbling sidekick, Clark Kent.”

He shook her hand, hearing Clark mutter under his breath.

“What was that?” Chloe hissed, releasing her hold on Clark, and his hand.

“Nothing,” Clark quickly said, holding up both his hands in defense. “I will use less toner from now on. I promise.”

Tyler laughed to himself. Were these two dating? If so, the poor stud was whipped. He bet she hardly ever let him out of the stables.

“Can you write?” She asked him.

He took off his sunglasses. “Are my eyes blue?”

“Wow,” Clark silently whispered.

He put his glasses back on, turning to him. The guy blushed, and went back to the copier.

“What’s with the sunglasses?” Chloe asked him.

“My eyes are sensitive to light,” he told her truthfully.

“You’re not the vampire that’s been sucking sexy Russell Shepherd’s cattle dry are you?” She asked, making the sign of the cross with her fingers, and then fanned herself. Apparently this Russell was good-looking.

He shook his head. “No, but that sounds like a cool story.”

“It’s yours then,” she told him. “Clark will take you there after school.”

“I have chores!” Clark snapped.

Oh, was that an inkling of a bark?

He watched Chloe put her manicured fingers on her hips, and slowly turn towards the muscular man. The poor guy looked like he wanted to take a running leap through the window. Was this girl such a tyrant?

“What?” She asked him in such a sweet voice. It was laced with toxins, dipped in poison, and sprinkled with pure venom.

“I, uh,” Clark sputtered, bolting for the door. “I have to pee.”

Tyler blinked. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

He needed to call his parents.

~*~

What had once been a great ocean was now nothing but a desert of glittering salt before him. The tiny grains under his feet sparkled like snow under the blinding darkness that was shining down from the deeper abyss above. The rolling sky seemed to blink like a black eye, leading into a wicked heart which pumped a creeping evil through malevolent veins.

A demonic wind howled with the voices of many, scorching with a fiery heat as a planet danced across that awful nothingness. It appeared as a blazing jewel, poisoned with a corrupted yellow glow.

The wind whipped across his pale flesh, causing the salt to bite into his skin like tiny teeth, drawing patches of blood here and there. Those scarlet droplets dripped from his alabaster flesh, shining like discarded rubies as they fell to his naked feet. They landed with the sound of drums.

“At last,” a terrible, haunting voice whispered from the salty nothingness. “You have come, child.”

Eyes the color of a frozen sea looked this way and that. He found that he couldn’t speak, for he had no voice here. Was this a dream?

Had he dreamed this before? The shimmering salt began to move under him. What was happening? Why was he dreaming this?

The shape of a mighty man began to rise up from the salt, luminous flesh dripping with a crawling chaos. It was madness to look upon such greatness and not fall at those feet in devout worship. His body was divine and his face was the stuff in which beautiful nightmares were carved. It was pulling him in, devouring him. Oh, that darkness was so lovely and sharp. He wanted to wrap his arms around those powerful, shimmering legs.

“The time of the Old Ones is soon approaching once more,” the vision boomed with terrible thunder and hisses of deadly lightning, pulling him ever so closer. “Come to me, child. Come and take me in your arms. Let Nyarlathotep kiss and make you new.”

How could he refuse this perfect, monstrous being? How could such a voice be denied? He stumbled towards the nine foot giant, reaching out for that stunning image of twisted beauty.

He reached for that large hand, suddenly jumping with a start.

~*~

“Stupid cow!” Clark was yelling, honking his loud horn. “Get out of the road!”

Tyler started laughing. “Moo…Move it.”

Clark stomped honking, and glared at him. “Do you want to walk?”

Tyler shook his head. “No, I don’t. It’s too hot.”

Clark huffed, opening his door. “I guess I’m just going to have to make it move.”

Tyler watched him walk up to the cow and start jumping at it. He looked like an idiot. It was hilarious.

He scooted over into the driver’s seat, put the truck in gear, and carefully drove around the cow and the gawking teen. Well, that had been simple enough. And people say blondes are stupid.

“I was going to do that,” Clark said, opening the door, getting back in as he scooted back over.

Tyler nodded. “Of course you were.”

This guy was good-looking, but he wasn’t very smart. He bet it had something to do with Chloe’s tyrannical regime.

~*~

Clark couldn’t help but smile. Now the new boy would think of him like everyone else in Smallville did. He would think of him as being a clumsy, bumbling, harmless, awkward, screw-up.

He was safe. As long as people thought him a harmless idiot, he was safe from exposure. His parents were so proud of his acting skills. He was a pro at it now.

“Clark,” Tyler deadpanned. “You’re driving the ditch.”

Hmm, he had begun to wonder why the road was suddenly so very bouncy. So, he swerved back onto it, nearly hitting a mailbox.

“Who issued you your license?” Tyler asked him.

Clark shrugged, looking over at him. “I wasn’t there.”

The blond slid his sunglasses down, looking at him with those brilliant blue eyes. “Huh?”

“What?” Clark asked, admiring how lovely they were.

Luminous eyes rolled. “You’re playing with me?”

“I don’t do sports,” Clark told him, turning back to the road. “There’s too much sweating involved.”

~*~

Tyler didn’t truly know how to take Clark. The guy was obviously insane. He was riding with a crazy person through hatchet murder terrain, going to only gods know where. It was kind of sexy.

“We’re almost there,” Clark said, slowing down. It looked like they were about to turn off onto a gravel road.

He just noticed that Clark had really green eyes. They reminded him of the emeralds in his mother’s wedding ring. They were very pretty.

“Wow,” he said, looking out the window. “This is a huge farm.”

“Yeah,” Clark said. “Russell is just thirty years old. He inherited this farm from his parents when they passed on.”

Passed on?

“It’s just a little bit bigger than my parent’s farm,” Clark told him.

“Oh,” Tyler said, turning back to him. “You’re a farmboy?”

Clark nodded.

Oh, now that was sexy.

“Has a horse ever kicked you in the head?” Tyler asked him.

Clark shook his head. “No. But, I have had a barn fall on me before.”

“I see,” Tyler said, making sure his door wasn’t locked, and that he could easily get his seatbelt off should he need to jump out of the truck. “That explains so very, very much.”

Clark grinned. It was so goofy. He wanted to poke him in the nose for some odd reason.

~*~

“Hey! Russell!” Clark shouted, knocking on the front door to the two story farmhouse. It was really big. The young farmer must be loaded. “Are you home?”

Tyler looked around, feeling a slight chill. “For a farm, this place sure is quiet, Clark.”

The taller teen stopped knocking, and looked down at him. “You’re right.”

Tyler stepped off the wooden porch. It looked to be new, or it had just gotten a fresh coat of paint. “Do you think he might be in the barn?”

“We can go see,” Clark said, walking by, leading the way. The guy had to be eight inches taller than him.

He followed after him across the yard, towards the big, red barn. It was really spooky looking.

“This is odd,” Clark said, looking back at him. “I don’t even hear the cows. He has so many of them.”

Tyler shivered. This was getting creepy. What if what Chloe had told him was true?

Clark slid the large barn door open, and Tyler jumped back when a screeching cat darted out. The poor thing sounded scared to death. He put a hand to his chest and instantly froze. What was that smell? It was terrible.

“Oh my god,” Clark said, backing up.

“What is it?” Tyler asked. He couldn’t see inside, because it was too dark. It was too bright for him to take his sunglasses off. He didn’t need another painful, headache.

Clark slid the door shut, and grabbed him by the hand. “Come on,” he said, pulling him after him. “We have to call the police.”

“What is it?” Tyler asked in real fear now, following him because he had no choice. Clark’s grip was steel. “What did you see?”

~*~

Clark had to take a breath. His friend was dead.

All the cattle had been slaughtered. They had been torn to pieces. It was like they had been shredded and scattered.

But, that wasn’t the scary part. Russell had been hanging by his neck from a wooden beam. He had been completely naked and his muscular body was just dangling there amidst the bloody carnage. His left leg had looked as if it had been chewed all the way to the thigh by some wild animal. Flesh had just been hanging off bloody bone.

A single word had been written in blood on the wall.

CTHULHU

To Be Continued.