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Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on The Call of Cthulhu by HP Lovecraft.

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- 1-Prologue--Chapter Four
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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

~*~

Chapter One

If I were a Deep One
Blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, bloody, bloody, bloody, blub
All day long I’d swim beneath the sea…
Drag away some tourists

--Jerry Bock

Tyler was sitting on Russell Shepherd’s front step, looking at the silver spider among the red roses. The lights from the ambulance were silently flashing out the corner of his eye. He couldn’t believe he was at the scene of an actual death. He had never even seen a dead body before, so it kind of freaked him out a little. From what he had been able to see, the poor guy’s neck had been broken and extended from the weight of his dangling body. It was un-telling how long he had been hanging in the barn. But, it had been long enough for the flies to get at him.

He watched how the delicate spider gracefully spun the fly in its silky wire. The little guy was obviously going to have a yummy feast later on. It looked really excited about it, too.

“Hey,” Clark said, catching his attention, making him turn from the little creeper. The taller teen sat down beside him. “Are you okay?”

He shivered as a warm breeze blew through his pale locks. He would never be able to forget that pungent smell. It had literally rolled over him like a wave of rotten waste. That was how revolting it had been. He still felt like he was going to gag at any moment.

“I’m fine,” he lied with relative ease, looking at the dark-headed teen. “But, how are you? He was your friend, Clark.”

Clark looked away from him. He looked like he had been crying. But, that could just be his imagination. Clark didn’t seem like the type who cried.

“I just got off the phone with my dad,” Clark said, holding his cell out for him to take. “Do you want to call your parents?”

Tyler softly smiled, holding up his Blackberry. “They’re on their way.” He hoped they didn’t get lost. He wasn’t very good at giving directions. In fact, he was very lousy at it. He had told them all about the white fences, the tall trees, and the cow he had to drive around.

“I saw him last week,” Clark said. It was almost a whisper. “Everything looked fine.”

Tyler cocked his head to the side, putting his hand on Clark’s broad shoulder. He took off his glasses because the sun was going down. It was getting too dark for him to see anything with them on. “I’m sorry, Clark.”

The golden god turned, looking at him. His eyes were so green. He felt a pang in his heart. Clark looked like a puppy that had been kicked.

“What was that word written on the wall?” Clark asked him. “Cuh…thoo…loo?”

The name rumbled in his ears like distant thunder. It reminded him of mighty ocean waves, striking a beach during a violent storm. He got goose-bumps. That name held such an ominous threat. It was frightening.

“Why would Russell write something like that?” Clark asked.

Tyler shook his head, smiling compassionately at him. “I just moved here, Clark.”

“Sorry,” Clark whispered.

Was he blushing? He looked like he was. Why was Clark blushing like that?

“I’m really sorry for your loss, Clark,” he told him again, squeezing his powerful shoulder.

Clark looked like he was about to say something, but a frightened cry filled the barnyard. He stumbled to his feet with a start. Clark was already halfway to the barn. Damn, he was fast on his feet. The cry echoed again. It sounded like a man was drowning. What the hell was going on in there?

“Clark!” He shouted after him. “Don’t go in there! You don’t know what it could be!”

There was a loud growl and gunshots filled the air. His feet were instantly rooted to the ground. He couldn’t move.

He could suddenly hear the sound of a monstrous heartbeat, and a pulse seemed to flow out from him. His vision became blurry, his head began to swim, and he fell to his knees with a groan.

“What the hell?” He heard the sheriff shout, snapping him out of his spell. “How did he get a tiger in here?”

“James!” A loud voice cried. “Oh my god! James!”

“It’s not dead!” The sheriff yelled, followed by a shrill roar.

It chilled Tyler down to the marrow in his bones. He felt as if he were being coated in a cold frost.

“That’s not a tiger!” The other voice shouted again.

“What the hell is it?” The sheriff asked.

Gunfire echoed.

Tyler looked up. Clark was in there. What if he was hurt?

“KILL IT!” The second voice screamed in blind terror. “JESUS, KILL IT!”

Those demonic shrieks sounded almost like a woman or child in excruciating pain. It hurt him, and it was scaring the hell out of him, too.

“CLARK!” He yelled, crawling to his feet.

He had made a new, crazy friend. He didn’t want to lose him.

~*~

Clark was frozen to the spot. What in the world was he looking at? The monstrous beast looked like something he had never seen before in his life. It looked like it had the head of a hairless tiger, the body of a muscular ape, and the limbs of a giant squid. But, that didn’t even describe the horror before him. The creature looked as if it were rotting from the inside out and caving in on itself, devouring itself.

It was gnashing it’s sword-like teeth, lifting the dead EMT up into the air. The guy’s throat looked as if it had been torn out. He watched how those slimy tentacles slithered around the man, suddenly tearing him in two. Blood splattered, and guts fell to the ground with a steamy thud.

The second EMT screamed at the top of his lungs, clawing at his own face in horror. “KILL IT, ETHAN! KILL THE FUCKER!”

“I’ve shot all my rounds into it!” The sheriff yelled, over the sound of bones being crunched on. “It won’t die, Terry!”

Clark’s eyes widened. There was a face forming in the middle of the beast’s rotting chest. He took a frightened step back.

It was Russell. Russell’s face looked like it was trying to push its way out of the rot. He watched how those eyes were bleeding thick puss, and that mouth was gaping open in a silent scream of agony. That tortured face was looking right at him, begging him, pleading with him.

The monster tossed both pieces of the body aside as if it were a broken ragdoll. It turned those soulless eyes right onto Clark. They were hollow and filled with an endless hunger to devour all in their sights.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Terry screamed, racing at the beast with a large ax. “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

“TERRY!” Ethan shouted, holding out his hand as if to stop him. “DON’T DO IT!”

There were tears in Clark’s eyes. He was looking right at Russell’s face. Those pleading eyes were burning into him, begging him for something.

“Kill me,” the raspy voice hissed like a thousand serpents. “Please, kill me.”

“CLARK!” He heard Tyler shout from the barn door behind him.

He spun around, seeing Tyler standing there in the fading light. Those blue eyes of his were glowing like the moon over a deep ocean.

“TERRY!” Ethan yelled.

He spun back around, hearing Terry cry out in pain. His took a stumbling step back, hearing Tyler gasp in fear.

The monster had Terry impaled on one of its tentacles. It shimmered in the pale light, like a sword stained in fresh blood.

“DIE!” Terry shrieked, bringing the ax down, chopping through the rotting tentacle that was wiggling inside his chest. He fell over backwards onto the ground, choking up thick blood, gasping for breath, gagging. Sheriff Ethan ran to him, trying to get him away.

The beast didn’t even howl in pain. In fact, it wasn’t even moving.

Clark thought it was looking right at him, but it wasn’t. Those deadly eyes were looking passed him. His heart sunk in his chest. It was looking right at Tyler.

“Clark!” Ethan shouted. “Help me with Terry!”

The poor EMT was laughing. He sounded insane. That tentacle was wiggling around, tearing him up on the inside. His body began to spasm, shaking violently. He was dead in a matter of seconds. The tentacle slithered like a serpent from the chest wound, reattaching itself to the beast, sprouting four more.

The creature began to move as if it were the foam in the ocean. It was moving right towards where they were.

“Bastard!” Ethan shouted, throwing his gun at it, backing up as it eerily advanced forward.

“CLARK!” Tyler shouted. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot! RUN!”

“Ia Ia Cthulhu Fhtagn!” Russell’s face hissed, moving slowly up as if it were in Jello, replacing the tiger’s face. “Ph’nglui Mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”

Clark trembled. What was that language? Why did it sound so familiar to him?

“Hey! Hey! Cthulhu waits!” Tyler said, making Clark look. His mane of wild hair was billowing around his pretty face. Those eyes were glowing like molten blue gemstones. They were beautiful. “In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”

The monster shrieked as if in fear.

“Russell!” Clark yelled, turning back to the beast, holding out his trembling hands. “Is that you?”

“Run, Clark!” Ethan shouted. “Your father will kill me should something happen to you!”

The monster hissed, striking the sheriff in the side, sending him flying through a wooden door, into a stall of hay.

“Sheriff!” Clark yelled.

“Clark,” Russell’s face whispered. His voice reminded him of skeletal fingers, rapping at a window. “Please, kill me.”

“Russell!” He shouted, but the face was suddenly pulled back into that rotting flesh, replaced by the head of an octopus. Those tentacles lashed out, striking him. The blow felt like a cement truck, hitting him. He flew backwards, landing at Tyler’s feet with the breath knocked out of him.

~*~

Tyler felt like a strange, invisible force had taken over his body. It was powerful, frightening, and far older than what modern man’s words can describe.

What was he saying? How did he know what the monster was chanting? It was scaring him. The language sounded so familiar. For some odd reason, he could hear his mother singing similar words to him when he had been but a little boy.

But, the force was gone as quickly as it had came. He quickly went down on his knees beside Clark , trying to help the larger teen up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding onto him.

Clark was looking at him with dazed eyes. “It’s Russell…”

“What?” He asked, suddenly feeling as if he were about to scream.

He looked to see that a slimy tentacle was wrapping itself around his left arm. It was gross and it smelled really bad.

His breath froze in his lungs. The tentacle was gently pulling on him. It was like it was wanting him to come to it.

He looked up at the creature, seeing that it was being taken over by another face. It was a man’s face. He would have been handsome, had the face not been decaying.

“Kill me!” The man’s face cried. “Kill me now! The Old Ones! Such a fool! They will rise! Kill me now! End me now! Do it!

The face vanished, replaced by the hairless tiger’s. It shrieked at him, but the tentacle wasn’t hurting him. It felt almost like the beast was craving to just be near him.

“Please, let me go,” he whispered, trembling as he held tightly to Clark.

He silently gasped in shock. The monster did as he asked.

Clark suddenly grabbed hold of him, pushed him down, and jumped on top of him. He could hear the creature screaming and shrieking in terrible pain.

He could smell burning flesh. It smelled terrible. He slowly turned his head, seeing that the beast was in flames, writhing on the ground, screaming in agony.

“What the hell?” Clark asked. He sounded stunned. “It just caught fire…”

Tyler trembled. A very hot guy was on top of him, and they were surrounded by death. He was choking amongst bloody carnage. He was scared shitless and yet he feared he was going to get a boner.

Clark rolled off, helping him to his feet. The monster was just a pile of smelly goo on the barn floor. It was all black and soupy looking.

“Is it dead?” He asked him.

Clark was silent. He then looked at him. “I hope so.”

Tyler heard a groan. He turned, seeing that the sheriff was crawling out of a stall.

“Sheriff,” Clark said. He watched the muscular stud run over to help him. “Are you okay?”

“Where’s the beast?” The sheriff rasped. There was blood on the side of his face. He had blood all over his shirt to.

“It burst into flames,” Clark told him, helping him to his feet. “What was that thing? How did it get here?”

Tyler just stood there, looking at all the dead bodies. One of the EMT’s had been torn in two, the other impaled, and Russell was on the ground with the upturned gurney beside him. He could hear the buzzing of many flies.

“CLARK!” A man’s voice yelled.

TYLER!” A woman’s voice yelled. “WHERE ARE YOU?”

It was his mom. What in the world was he going to tell her? What was he going to tell his dad? He fell to his knees in tears. He counted the flies that were crawling on and buzzing around Russell’s naked feet.

~*~

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…”

~*~

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.

~*~

Chapter Four

Hey there, Cthulhu
I’ve been studying your gospel
The Necronomicon, it gives me nightmares something awful
Where I see
The death of all reality, it feels me with glee

--Eben Brooks

Lana Lang stood at the window, pushing the violet curtain aside, watching the rain beat against the thin sheet of glass before her. She was wearing a devious smirk on her beautiful face. It would all only be a matter of time, not long at all now.

The blood of a handsome male virgin had been willingly spilled upon the Child of Dagon. The Siren of Destruction would soon awaken to his primordial nature, shed off his humanity, and rise like a maelstrom.

Crimson lightning split the black clouds on the other side of the pane. She began to laugh. It was low and sweet. That soon changed. She couldn’t stop herself. She put her manicured hands to the cool glass, howling with insane laughter. Her olive-green eyes were wild and crazed. She threw her head back as the lighting flashed, casting her slender frame in moving darkness.

Dagon was going to rise up from the foamy sea, and the world would once again belong to the mighty Old Ones. Nothing could stop it. There was nothing. The time had come. The stars would soon become right once more. If there was still any hope, it was but now a single candle flame, and the waters around it were ever rising.

“Ia Ia Cthulhu fhtagn!”

Thunder bellowed as if rolling along with joyful ocean breakers. It all sounded quite hungry. It was a great roar of celebration to her ears.

“Arise, Tyler!” She cried, smacking the glass with her left palm, cracking it. “Arise! Lead us all into that wondrous abyss!”

~*~

Topaz-blue eyes snapped open and the light above his head flickered off, leaving him in utter darkness. A loud boom of thunder filled his ears, making him bolt up rather quickly. Where the hell was he?

“Great,” a voice hissed. It sounded like Chloe. “It’s just like this dump to lose power during a crisis.”

“Chloe?” He asked, turning to where her voice was coming from. A flash of lightning illuminated the slender shape before him.

“Yes,” she told him, leaning against the foot of the bed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head, suddenly remembering what he had witnessed. He gripped the sheets, making twin fists. “Whitney! Is he okay?”

“I don’t know,” she answered, taking a step back from the bed. “He wasn’t moving when they loaded him into the ambulance.”

“Where am I?” He asked, looking around in the semi-darkness. “How did I get here?”

“This is the nurse’s office,” she told him. “You passed out and Clark carried you here.”

He had passed out? He didn’t remember. Clark had carried him? Well, that was embarrassing. But, he didn’t care. Why had Whitney jumped?

“Um, where are my pants?” He asked, realizing he didn’t have any on. “Why are my pants off, Chloe?”

He pulled the covers up to his chin.

“They were splattered with Whitney’s blood,” she said, walking around the bed to stand beside him. “The nurse took them.”

At least he wasn’t naked. He still had his boxers on. That was a good thing. For a moment, he had begun to think Clark had done something very naughty with his unconscious body.

He rolled his eyes. Yeah, right! What would a hot stud like Clark see in him? He was too skinny, pale as a moth, and losing his eyesight like an hourglass loses sand.

“I’m doing this for you, Tyler,” Chloe’s voice echoed in the darkness. It sent chills racing like ice-cubes down his spine. “What was Whitney talking about?”

The lights flickered back on overhead, making him squint. It was too bright. His eyes began to water on him.

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. He didn’t know.

“He also shouted out that name which was written on the inside of Russell’s barn in blood,” she said.

Tyler shook his head. He could hear what all his mom and dad had told him. It was creepy. It was scary. He believed it to be very real. He had seen that monster in the barn. It had touched him, obeyed him. He had seen the name written in blood. It had looked like something from out of a nightmare. And now Whitney had thrown himself down at his feet from a three story height.

He blinked in sudden horror. He had wanted to see the jock naked and before him when they had spoken in the hall. It had come to pass. But, not in the way he had fantasized. Had he caused Whitney to jump? No! He hadn’t wanted that. He would never ask or ever want such a thing.

“It looked almost like he was reaching down to embrace you just before he jumped,” she went on.

He narrowed his eyes, looking up at her. Was she accusing him of something? Why? He had just moved to this seriously fucked up little town. He had done nothing wrong.

“Can you control people with your mind, Tyler?” She asked him. “Did he do something to you? Is that why you punished him with your meteor powers?”

Tyler leaned back. What the hell was she going on about? Meteor powers? What the fuck was that?

“I honestly think you’re fucking insane, Chloe,” he told her matter of fact. “What the hell are you talking about? I just moved here. If I had these meteor powers, I’d have you get me my goddamn sunglasses, because it’s too bright in here.”

“He said your name,” she said, stepping back towards the door. “Whitney was a normal, star athlete. He would never just up and kill himself.”

Tyler gasped. “He’s dead?”

Chloe opened the door. “He crapped and pissed all over himself at your bloody feet,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. “What do you think a dead body does?”

He trembled.

She stepped from the room and the door banged shut, leaving him in utter silence. He just looked at the closed door. He hadn’t done anything. He was innocent. He didn’t even know the jock. They had just met in the damn hall. This wasn’t right. Why was she talking to him like that? It was mean, rude, and totally uncalled for. She didn’t know him. And what the hell were these meteor powers?

His legs suddenly began to ache and he fell back against his pillow, moaning in pain. He felt like the veins in his legs were on fire. It felt like lightning was running through them. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. It fucking hurt.

He turned his head to the side, feeling as if the lower half of his body was going to burst into roaring flames. That is exactly how it felt.

“Hey!” He shouted, fighting the pain, trying to sit up with no success. “Is anybody there?”

He pushed back the covers and a felt a scream rising to fill his mouth. He quickly put his hands up, muffling it the best he could.

His eyes were wide with fear as he looked down at himself. Both of his legs were painted in a thick coat of what looked to be blood. It was warm and the pain under the crimson honey was searing.

He screamed into his trembling hands, watching how the blood looked to be boiling along with his white flesh. It was changing. He was changing. His boxers ripped. The bottom half of his body was changing right before his terror-filled eyes.

Voices filled the room, filling his mind. Men and women were chanting in ominous song. It was the prayers to evil.

Scales and fins broke free from his flesh. He screamed, falling from the bed.

~*~

Clark couldn’t believe it. Whitney had tried to take his life. The jock’s heart had still been beating in his ears when the paramedics had loaded him into the ambulance on a stretcher. That had been a good sign. Maybe the doctors would be able to save his life.

He shook his head. Why did Whitney do it? It made no sense. The jock was popular. He had it all to life for. Now, he was probably in a coma or dead…dead like Russell.

He closed his locker, turning from it. He began walking towards the nurse’s office. He needed to speak with Tyler.

Whitney had told the blue-eyed beauty that he was doing it all for him. What had he meant by that? Whitney didn’t even know Tyler.

There was only one possible explanation. Tyler had to be meteor infected.

But, why had Whitney cried out that Cthulhu name? Oh, just thinking about that name, send shivers down his spine.

“Clark!” A voice called, making him look. It was Chloe. She was walking right towards him.

“Hey,” he said, stopping.

“We need to talk about Tyler,” she said, stopping a foot from him. “And we need to go check out Russell’s barn.”

He blinked. He really didn’t want to go back there.

“I think Tyler is meteor infected,” she told him. “And I want to know who or what this Cthulhu is.”

“Okay,” he said, licking his upper lip. “I…agree. Let’s go to Russ’s farm.”

That was when he heard Tyler screaming. He sounded terrified.

“Clark!” Chloe yelled from behind him. “The parking lot is this way!”

He raced down the hall, heading for the nurse’s office. Those near silent cries chilled his blood. Tyler sounded so very scared.

He ran through the door, letting it slam shut behind him with a loud smack. The glass in the little window cracked.

To Be Continued

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