Living in Shadows - A Smallvile Fic
Summery- Pete's cousin takes shelter with the Family during a rough time. Made rougher by a Problem that only Clark can help with.
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Dedication: To GothGirl and the Gang at Shrine of Heroes
A dark night and a darker street, a man fled down that street its only light came from the bright moon, the hunter's moon. The man fleeing down that street was a predator. He had stalked the streets looking for victims for three nights now. But this night was different. This night, he was the hunted.
Out of breath he stopped. It had been six blocks. Surely, he had lost the hunter tracking him. he looked around and relaxed.
He heard something and spun around a quick and fleeting movement in the shadows. Had he imagined it? Of course, he had. Nothing could move that fast. Still he should keep moving, get home. He turned to start moving and saw him. Tall standing in the street, it looked like a man. The dark man extended his arm. The thug felt like he had been slammed hard. Something had thrown him backward to the ground.
"What do you want?" His faked bravado made no impact on the man.
"Walk me through the logic little man. A defenseless student taking a short cut through the trash heap you call your turf, and they get a beating cause they don't give you respect."
The man backed away from the advancing figure. "You'd better back the hell off man or I'll jack you up something harsh."
"You're threatening me. You either have big balls or no brains." The dark man hissed
"Screw you." The thug screamed and drew a knife. The blade flashed through the air and the figure jerked and shifted only an inch in any direction but the knife never came close. Finally, the thug plunged the blade downwards. His hand was snagged by the dark man, in a strong vice like grip that froze him to his core.
"Well I guess we know the answers now. You got no brains." He kicked the thug in between the legs. "And no balls." The thug grunted and dropped to his knees. He thrust the knife at the dark man and paled when the blade passed harmlessly though his torso. The dark man gathered the thug up and held him a foot off the ground.
"Don't kill me, I'm sorry I swear I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want. Just let me live."
"I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to educate you, school you. Lesson one, the shadows are alive." The dark man threw the thug against a wall. "Lesson two, the shadows are pissed." The thug felt cold racing up his legs he looked down in fear as blackness reached relentlessly up his legs. "Lesson three, the shadows are hungry." The thug grabbed for the dark man but he was impossible to grab and his last sight before plunging into the dark was cold pale eyes looking down at him. "Thus ends the lesson."
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