Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Bones or Smallville just the one I made up for this story, Please don't sue... ;)

I would also like to say that I do not plan a big reveal for the big "S". His identity will remain intact, at least for the time being. In fact he is still "The Blur".

Abandoned Farm House

It is about 11:30 on a lightly cloudy night. The harvest moon is out and brighter than ever, looking eerily beautiful. The red glow shining through the clouds.

It's fairly dark out, save for the moonlight coming through the clouds. Two young men, not any older than 16 or 17 are walking up to an abandoned farm house. The paint has been fading on it for quite some time. It has gone from a forest green to more of a pale green from sun bleaching. There is some white trim that has become more of a dull brown from the rain, snow and dust storms. In a lot of areas on the house you can even see some cracked paint and exposed wood. The porch is covered with spiderwebs, as well as mouse and bird droppings.

The young men are walking across the porch and into the house. "Dude! I'm telling you this place is haunted!" The inside of the old farm house looks like it has been abandoned for almost a decade. Spider and cobwebs are in all the corners of the structure. A thick layer of dust is covering everything. There are a couple of rugs still on the floor as well as a few pieces of old furniture that look like something out of a garage sale."That's why there's nobody living here!" His friend plops himself down on the old couch sitting in the living room, causing a cloud of dust to waft into the air. He inhaled some of the dust, tries to fan it away with his hand while coughing. After his throat clears he chimes in, "Mike, really!? Haunted!? I don't think so... I heard that the family moved out because the cannery was shut down, and the guy was laid off." Mike looks down at his seated friend in disbelief, "Of course that's what they're gonna to say, Brett. The property's still up for sale. The bank doesn't want to scare anyone off." Brett chuckles a bit, Mike is not looking pleased at this. "Okay then, Mike, tell me what happened here that scared these people off." Mike's face lit up as it always does when he gets to talk about the supernatural.

Mike motioned for Brett to follow him further into the house. Brett planted his hand, firmly, on the arm of the couch to push himself up, causing more dust to go airborne. They continued to walk through the house as Brett waited for Mike to tell his little story. It was darker in this part of the house, as the moonlight was shining on the other side. They had only their flashlights to illuminate the way. Stopping his friend in the kitchen, Mike positions his flashlight under his chin, very much like someone getting ready to tell a ghost story around a campfire. "Okay, it goes like this," Mike says as he continues to shine his flashlight under his face. "This land was once Kawatche tribal land. The people who live in this house," Mike pauses for dramatic effect, "always disappear under mysterious circumstances. That, my friend, is why they say that the father of the last family here was laid off, because; yes, he did work at the plant, but since they disappeared around the time it shut down everyone assumed it was because he went looking for a job somewhere else."

He leans in closer to Brett to really drive his point home, "The REAL truth is that they were attacked by the spirits of the angry Kawatche. When they find the victims they're always found bound and hung by their feet." The tone in Mikes voice drops for emphasis, "with their throats slit, and an arrow through the heart. Hanging upside down as if they were an animal being drained after the hunt." Brett thinks to himself that this seems a little too far fetched. Still, the thought of being killed like an animal and treated as such still sent shivers down his spine. "Alright then. But... doesn't it make more sense, if that were the case, that the body be in the barn and not the house? And wouldn't they have found one by now?" Mike scoffs at the disbeliever, "Fine then! If you are so sure you know how the ghosts think, then why don't you check the barn?" Looking a little irritated at his friend for snapping on him he figures, if it will get Mike to stop talking about ghosts and goblins then he will go check out the barn. Mike yells to Brett as he walks out the front door, "Remember to take lots of pictures with your phone we may be able to get some spirit images from them!" Brett just simply shrugs, then turns to walk out the door.

Once outside, Brett stops to light his cigarette, "I really should've taken Cassie up on that offer for the late movie tonight." he whispers to himself. As he starts walking up to the barn the wind picks up behind him blowing through the barn in front of him. Most of the paint looks like it has been stripped off, The wood has turned gray and has started cracking from lack of care. The door to the hay loft starts whipping in the wind, banging irregularly against the outside of the barn. "That, is going to get really annoying, really fast. I'm gonna hafta lock it." Brett tells himself.

As he enters the barn, he can see a lot of the structure is still fairly intact, though some of it looks like it would barely support his weight. There are a few old tools still hanging in the barn, mostly rusted through but it reminded him of some of those old 80's slasher flicks. He is getting really bored and for a laugh starts singing a song he heard in one of them. "One, two, Freddy's coming for you; Three, four, better lock your door." He sees the ladder that leads to the loft, it looks a little rickety but after a couple of steps, it seems safe, so he continues, singing. "Five, six grab your crucifix." There is a barely audible rustling sound coming from the loft, "Seven, eight, better stay up late." He reaches the top of the ladder hearing the rustling noise again, it seems to be coming from some grain that has been decomposing there for quite some time. He goes to investigate the sound, finishing his song, "Nine, ten, never sleep again..." As soon as he says that last word, a small furry blur runs right past him and into a corner of the loft. Brett jumps as his heart starts racing. He quickly shines his flashlight in the direction of the skittering sound. His gaze is met with several shining little orbs reflecting his light back at him, with a red tint. After a second he realizes it is a family of raccoons living in the barn. Breathing heavily from the fright, he starts to rationalize the situation. "Probably hunting any mice that may still be lingering around here." Brett tells himself. He finally reaches the doorway to the hayloft and tries to grab the door. He almost slips, when he finally grabs the door, pulling it shut and locking it. With the door latched he goes back to his search. Grabbing his cell phone out of his pocket he decides to snap a picture of the "demons" he found in the loft. Flashlight shining on the 'coons eyes again he snaps the photo making sure the red eyes are there to really egg on his friend. He trekked back down the ladder. Suddenly, one of the tools gets knocked off the wall. It clangs on the ground loud enough to cause the young man to jump back a couple of feet. Right then, he feels something wet drip on his head. He puts his hand up to wipe it off. As he looks up, he sees holes in the roof of the barn and clouds coasting overhead. It seems that rain is dripping through. "It's a light rain. No biggie." Just then he hears a high pitched scream from inside the house.

As Brett approaches the house he can hear Mike running down the stairs. When he opens the door he sees Mike trip on the last couple stairs and fall flat on his face. Brett starts laughing at his buddy, "Dude! you scream like a girl!" He then shines his flashlight on his friend and notices he is pallor is white, and he's in a panic, "You okay, man?" Mike was panting hard. He could only mutter one word, repeatedly, as he pointed up the stairs "Shower... shower... shower..." Brett goes upstairs, slowly. The stairs are creaking with every step, 'This is real life, not a movie!' he keeps telling himself. Armed with only his flashlight to protect him, he searches for the bathroom. First shining his flashlight into one of the bedrooms. "Nice size rooms," he tells himself. He swings his flashlight to the other side of the hallway and catches his light reflecting off a mirror. He realizes this must be it. He steps inside, shines the light towards the shower floor and notices something dark in color, dried and caked to the tile. He moves his flashlight up, seeing whatever the substance was give way to white tile. After a couple of feet he sees what the fuss was about. There is a body, hanging upside down, with most of the flesh missing from it. Some of it was barely hanging on. Then, another scream is heard throughout the house...

*****Queue Bones Theme Music*****

Will add more as I write more. Thought it would be an interesting opportunity to get Clark into a career field that his particular "talents" would be incredibly useful. Please review always open to ideas for this.

I have decided, after some advice from a friend, to go back through here and work on some of the imagery. Thank you NEWChick!