A brief disclaimer(since I forgot to mention it): I do not own Smallville or any of its characters. But it would certainly rock if I did.
Even though it took him only a matter of seconds to reach the house, it felt like a brief eternity. Clark nearly yanked the old door off its rusty hinges. As he entered the house, he was greeted by full blown darkness. He took a couple of cautious steps forward and almost jumped when he heard a voice.
He narrowed his eyes as they tried to adjust to the dark. "Chloe? Pete ?" He squinted as a light was shined in his face.
"Clark, over here." Chloe sounded rather calm for someone who just gave a scream that could make hairs stand on end.
Clark took her by the shoulders. He looked from Chloe to Pete with mild confusion. "What happened? I thought I heard a scream."
Pete remained still and silent, but Chloe spoke up. "You did hear a scream."
Clark could all but hear her smiling. "Did you do that just to get me in here, Chloe?"
She shook her head. "It was Pete." She shined the glow from the flashlight into Pete's face. He looked as if he were trying to force his heart from his throat and back down to his chest.
Clark's brows shot up. "Pete?" He looked over at Pete's outline in the dark after Chloe dropped the light from Pete's face.
"Yeah man, it was me." He finally found his voice beneath the layers of terror that had his insides reverberating.
Clark tried to kill his own amusement at what he'd just heard. It wasn't suppose to be funny, was it? He had never seen, or heard rather, this side of Pete before. He dropped his hands from Chloe's shoulders and he stood up straight. Obviously she wasn't the one in need of comfort. "Um, what exactly happened here?" He spoke the words slowly, being careful not to grin. As if it could be seen anyway.
"Well," Chloe began, "We walked into the house. It's totally dark in here so I fished out my flashlight from my purse." She pointed at the spot on the floor where she stood. We only got this far when..."
"This huge, no, COLOSSAL cat with gigantic yellow eyes jumped up onto that table." Pete interrupted Chloe because he was afraid she wouldn't tell the tale correctly. "I'm telling you Clark, this thing was bigger than any house cat should ever be!"
Chloe put a hand on Pete's shoulder. "Calm down, buddy." She pointed the light down to the floor not five feet away. "It knocked down that dusty porcelain vase and darted off somewhere."
"It's OK Pete. Chloe, I hope you got whatever you need for the Torch, because we're leaving. Now."
She continued scanning the room with her flashlight. She really was sorry that Pete's pants almost got used as a makeshift toilet, but she wasn't ready to leave just yet. There had to be something here worth reporting on other than a cat of otherworldly proportions with creepy yellow eyes.
She stopped at table the cat had jumped on. It was covered with various candles with used wicks. "Looks like somebody held a seance here or something."
"Come on, Chloe," Pete said. "Let's get out of here."
She only leaned closer to get a better look at the candles. "There are a few incense too."
"Clark, seems like you're gonna have to make good on that threat of carrying her off kicking and screaming."
Chloe could feel the goose bumps rising on her skin as an odd chill enveloped her. She drew in a sharp breath and nearly lost her balance. But it was gone just as quickly as it had come. The brief sensation left her a little lightheaded, but otherwise fine. "Did you guys feel that?"
Clark shook his head. "No." He looked around the room warily then focused on Chloe again. "We should get you out of here."
What the hell was that?, Chloe thought to herself. No, it wasn't time to go, not before she figured out--
"Ahh!" Her line of thought was severed when the cold shot ran through her again, only this time it was accompanied by a sharp pain in her chest. She slid out of Clark's grip and onto the floor, gasping for breath.
Chloe felt herself being lifted up off the floor, but nothing was completely clear. She felt like her chest might explode or she might freeze to death. Or maybe both at the same time. Suddenly, she grew numb and blacked out.
When Chloe went limp in Clark's arms, he panicked. "Pete, what's wrong with her?!"
"I don't know, man." A fear ten times worse shook Pete than when the cat had scared him. Chloe was hurt, she could even be dead. No, he told himself. He couldn't think like that. " Get her out of here, Clark. Fast. I'll be fine."
Clark nodded and took off. He stopped just outside the gate to wait for Pete to catch up. Right as Pete arrived Chloe's eyes opened and she screamed as if awakening from a nightmare.
The shriek went directly into Clark's ear and he was sure his hearing would be forever lost in it. "Chloe?"
She looked pale and disoriented. "Clark?" Her eyes were glazed with fright even though both the pain and the intense cold were gone. Someone else's memories were piercing her brain and she couldn't stop them.
"What happened?" Pete was now beside them with lines of worry drawn on his face. But at least Chloe was breathing. "Is she all right?"
"I--it--" She tried to rasp the words out. Clark tried to tell her to keep quiet, but she continued. "I felt it. Everything." Her head was light, so very light. "I relived the night she died."
Chloe wouldn't tell Clark and Pete exactly what she saw. She simply did not have the strength to. Instead she told them to get her home and that she would tell them the rest when she felt better. They didn't argue, although she knew they wanted to.
Long after Chloe was tucked into her bed, the bits and pieces from the vision were still lurking. They had been branded into her memory. It was no fun being sucked into someone else's nightmare, or more accurately, their death. She now knew what it felt like to be shot in the chest.
She sat up in bed and absently rubbed the spot where the victim had been shot. It still felt as if a bullet were lodged there. Chloe pushed off her bed slowly. A dull pain spread through her body as she did, making her wince. She went to her desk and gathered a pen and some paper and began to write what she saw as she remembered it.
Lilah? No, that didn't sound right. Lily, yes that was it. She remembered being called Lily. Chloe wondered what this Lily character looked like. She didn't know since it seemed like she was actually this woman. There was also a man. He was ruggedly handsome with dark blond hair and dressed in a brown suit.
She recalled a woman, an older woman. She kept so still and quiet throughout the entire ordeal. She stared into the air like a living corpse, paralyzed with fear.
Chloe exhaled and sat back in her chair. "Come on Chloe, just get it out." She sat forward and continued to draft the incident. Soon the tears that compromised her vision began to smear the ink on her paper.
**Author's note: I'm not one to pout over constructive criticism, so lay it on me if anyone feels they need to. I don't mind help from others. Anyway, I hope somebody is enjoying this fan fiction. I will try to update shortly.
Even though it took him only a matter of seconds to reach the house, it felt like a brief eternity. Clark nearly yanked the old door off its rusty hinges. As he entered the house, he was greeted by full blown darkness. He took a couple of cautious steps forward and almost jumped when he heard a voice.
He narrowed his eyes as they tried to adjust to the dark. "Chloe? Pete ?" He squinted as a light was shined in his face.
"Clark, over here." Chloe sounded rather calm for someone who just gave a scream that could make hairs stand on end.
Clark took her by the shoulders. He looked from Chloe to Pete with mild confusion. "What happened? I thought I heard a scream."
Pete remained still and silent, but Chloe spoke up. "You did hear a scream."
Clark could all but hear her smiling. "Did you do that just to get me in here, Chloe?"
She shook her head. "It was Pete." She shined the glow from the flashlight into Pete's face. He looked as if he were trying to force his heart from his throat and back down to his chest.
Clark's brows shot up. "Pete?" He looked over at Pete's outline in the dark after Chloe dropped the light from Pete's face.
"Yeah man, it was me." He finally found his voice beneath the layers of terror that had his insides reverberating.
Clark tried to kill his own amusement at what he'd just heard. It wasn't suppose to be funny, was it? He had never seen, or heard rather, this side of Pete before. He dropped his hands from Chloe's shoulders and he stood up straight. Obviously she wasn't the one in need of comfort. "Um, what exactly happened here?" He spoke the words slowly, being careful not to grin. As if it could be seen anyway.
"Well," Chloe began, "We walked into the house. It's totally dark in here so I fished out my flashlight from my purse." She pointed at the spot on the floor where she stood. We only got this far when..."
"This huge, no, COLOSSAL cat with gigantic yellow eyes jumped up onto that table." Pete interrupted Chloe because he was afraid she wouldn't tell the tale correctly. "I'm telling you Clark, this thing was bigger than any house cat should ever be!"
Chloe put a hand on Pete's shoulder. "Calm down, buddy." She pointed the light down to the floor not five feet away. "It knocked down that dusty porcelain vase and darted off somewhere."
"It's OK Pete. Chloe, I hope you got whatever you need for the Torch, because we're leaving. Now."
She continued scanning the room with her flashlight. She really was sorry that Pete's pants almost got used as a makeshift toilet, but she wasn't ready to leave just yet. There had to be something here worth reporting on other than a cat of otherworldly proportions with creepy yellow eyes.
She stopped at table the cat had jumped on. It was covered with various candles with used wicks. "Looks like somebody held a seance here or something."
"Come on, Chloe," Pete said. "Let's get out of here."
She only leaned closer to get a better look at the candles. "There are a few incense too."
"Clark, seems like you're gonna have to make good on that threat of carrying her off kicking and screaming."
Chloe could feel the goose bumps rising on her skin as an odd chill enveloped her. She drew in a sharp breath and nearly lost her balance. But it was gone just as quickly as it had come. The brief sensation left her a little lightheaded, but otherwise fine. "Did you guys feel that?"
Clark shook his head. "No." He looked around the room warily then focused on Chloe again. "We should get you out of here."
What the hell was that?, Chloe thought to herself. No, it wasn't time to go, not before she figured out--
"Ahh!" Her line of thought was severed when the cold shot ran through her again, only this time it was accompanied by a sharp pain in her chest. She slid out of Clark's grip and onto the floor, gasping for breath.
Chloe felt herself being lifted up off the floor, but nothing was completely clear. She felt like her chest might explode or she might freeze to death. Or maybe both at the same time. Suddenly, she grew numb and blacked out.
When Chloe went limp in Clark's arms, he panicked. "Pete, what's wrong with her?!"
"I don't know, man." A fear ten times worse shook Pete than when the cat had scared him. Chloe was hurt, she could even be dead. No, he told himself. He couldn't think like that. " Get her out of here, Clark. Fast. I'll be fine."
Clark nodded and took off. He stopped just outside the gate to wait for Pete to catch up. Right as Pete arrived Chloe's eyes opened and she screamed as if awakening from a nightmare.
The shriek went directly into Clark's ear and he was sure his hearing would be forever lost in it. "Chloe?"
She looked pale and disoriented. "Clark?" Her eyes were glazed with fright even though both the pain and the intense cold were gone. Someone else's memories were piercing her brain and she couldn't stop them.
"What happened?" Pete was now beside them with lines of worry drawn on his face. But at least Chloe was breathing. "Is she all right?"
"I--it--" She tried to rasp the words out. Clark tried to tell her to keep quiet, but she continued. "I felt it. Everything." Her head was light, so very light. "I relived the night she died."
Chloe wouldn't tell Clark and Pete exactly what she saw. She simply did not have the strength to. Instead she told them to get her home and that she would tell them the rest when she felt better. They didn't argue, although she knew they wanted to.
Long after Chloe was tucked into her bed, the bits and pieces from the vision were still lurking. They had been branded into her memory. It was no fun being sucked into someone else's nightmare, or more accurately, their death. She now knew what it felt like to be shot in the chest.
She sat up in bed and absently rubbed the spot where the victim had been shot. It still felt as if a bullet were lodged there. Chloe pushed off her bed slowly. A dull pain spread through her body as she did, making her wince. She went to her desk and gathered a pen and some paper and began to write what she saw as she remembered it.
Lilah? No, that didn't sound right. Lily, yes that was it. She remembered being called Lily. Chloe wondered what this Lily character looked like. She didn't know since it seemed like she was actually this woman. There was also a man. He was ruggedly handsome with dark blond hair and dressed in a brown suit.
She recalled a woman, an older woman. She kept so still and quiet throughout the entire ordeal. She stared into the air like a living corpse, paralyzed with fear.
Chloe exhaled and sat back in her chair. "Come on Chloe, just get it out." She sat forward and continued to draft the incident. Soon the tears that compromised her vision began to smear the ink on her paper.
**Author's note: I'm not one to pout over constructive criticism, so lay it on me if anyone feels they need to. I don't mind help from others. Anyway, I hope somebody is enjoying this fan fiction. I will try to update shortly.