Into a Cornfield Crimson
Chapter Four
Hidden
"I'm drowning in papers. Literally."
Clark Kent sat frowning at his kitchen table surrounded by books and notebook paper. His laptop displayed the WordPerfect program and his cell phone was shut off for the foreseeable future.
He ran a hand threw his dark charcoal locks as his clear blue eyes darted between open book and white notebook paper. His scribbles were unfortunately becoming unreadable in his hurry. At this rate, it'll look like his alien language, he mused.
Martha Kent smiled at her swamped college son. She was washed in a tingling joy that he was alive to sit at the table and simply worry about the mundane rigors of college life.
"It can't be all that bad," Martha answered, as she peeled some potatoes for their upcoming dinner.
"Oh, yes it is. I was just considering it'd be easier to fight some krypto freaks than tackle four near due midterm papers."
"Why don't you give Chloe a call? She can help you out."
"Mom, I can't have Chloe thinking for me all the time. Besides, I couldn't reach her."
"Well, I hope she's all right. Especially, with everything that has been going on."
Clark raised his head inquiring. "What's been going on?"
Martha inwardly scolded herself. How could she be so dumb? She smiled and just shook her head. However, Clark, the big stubborn alien that he is, was not letting it go.
"What have you and dad not been telling me?" Clark asked, eyes narrowed.
Martha put down her knife and sighed deeply. "Look, Clark. You've gone through a lot recently since returning from the dead, getting your powers back and trying to manage your relationship with Lana. You didn't need a murder mystery to look into also."
"I'm an adult now, Mom. I think I have a choice of how much I believe I can handle," Clark stated, flatly.
Martha looked at him for a moment longer and made a decision. She went over to one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out some newspaper. She walked back to the kitchen table and placed the paper in front of her son.
"For the past month, five corpses have been found out in the cornfields. The victims aren't connected in any way except for the situation leading to their death. The story is backed up from cell phone calls. The victims were driving between fields when they have some sort of car trouble, which isn't exactly uncommon in Smallville. However, no one hears from them again. At least alive, that is," Martha explains.
Clark nodded and pored over the articles.
"This isn't pretty. Their remains are found in pieces as if they were gnawed and feasted on. The jaw prints are too small for a ferocious animal. It says the teeth marks resemble a human."
Martha sighed. "Your father felt you would definitely get into this."
"I hate to say this but I'm thinking this might be the work of someone infected with kryptonite," Clark reasoned.
"I know. Just don't push yourself too hard, sweetheart. I don't want you patrolling the county all night when it could just be some crazed cannibal. The police need to do some work for once, " Martha said, firmly.
"Cannibals or krypto empowered people, I can't do nothing. I mean I can't just sit here and write about dead writers and horny English kings," Clark said, with a lopsided grin.
"You most certainly could. And you should," Martha responded, smiling.
Clark snapped on his cell and grabbed his trademark red jacket. He reached over and hugged his mom tightly.
"I'll try and be home in time for dinner," Clark promised.
"You better. Or your father is gonna roast me for telling you about this."
Martha gazed after Clark still worried as the door swung from the gust of Clark's superspeed. She shook her head and was about to return to her potatoes when a voice interrupted her.
"Holy cow, did you just feel that freak wind whip by?"
Martha twisted her head back toward the door. Lois Lane stood in the doorway with a young woman beside her.
"Hi, Lois. I see you brought a new friend. You girls come on in," Martha greeted, over her shoulder.
Meg wiggled her fingers in a small gesture of hello and sauntered in after Lois. She glanced around taking in the atmosphere of the Kent home.
"Wow. It's like got this whole catalog home thing going on," she said.
Martha smiled at Meg. "Thanks. I hope so. I do enough cleaning daily to at least get it looking respectable enough."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Meg," Meg said, offering her hand to shake.
Martha took her hand firmly and shaking in response when Lois came between them abruptly. Before Martha could move, a sudden jab of pain rocketed from her wrist and shot up her arm.
Martha gasped as she let go of Meg's hand. She stumbled back against the kitchen counter clutching her wrist. The blood was running all over her arm. But Martha wiped some away to quickly see the damage on her wrist:
It was slit open.
At that point, Lois with her military fight knowledge, performed a kick that swiftly dropped Martha to the floor.
Meg glared at Lois. "I was gonna slit her throat. Don't you think this is a tad too messy, sister?"
"You take too damn long. Just collect the blood so we can contact Father," Lois answered.
Meg crouched down on Martha's legs to hold her down her struggling form. She placed an ancient cup beside the woman and placed the bleeding wrist over the cup. Blood began to collect into the cup at a moderately swift pace.
Martha's eyes rolled desperately over toward Lois. "Help!" she gasped.
Lois knelt down beside her and took Martha's other wrist. She placed the dirty peeling knife against the creamy white wrist.
"I'm sorry. Lois isn't available right now but if you want to leave a message I suggest it's gonna have to be done in the afterlife," Lois answered, sing song like.
Martha screamed shrilly as Lois very carefully dragged the knife over her wrist. It was like slicing open a hot cherry pie and watching the filling gurgle out.
The blood loss stole the color from Martha's face and she sagged flat against the floor.
Splashes of Martha's blood had sprayed like wild graffiti over Lois's face. Lois pressed one of Martha's thin wet fingers to the blood on her cheek then moved the finger to her mouth.
"Mmm. You taste like good old Kansas potato, Martha Kent."
"Father is waiting," Meg announced. She stood up and placed the cup on the counter.
Martha's released hand flapped around like a dead fish. Weak, drained, and cold . . . Martha continued to struggle.
"Tsk. It appears you and Mr. Kent both share a strong determination. But, I've got business to discuss. I can't have you flaying about, distracting me," Lois said.
Lois ground her heel into the palm of Martha's hand. Martha's back arched at the pain and her scream was coated with salvia oozing out like long strands of thick hair.
Lois stepped over Martha's agonized body and Meg slid the cup over to her.
"Hello, Father . . . Yes . . . Yes . . . It is hidden here. That is correct . . . It is here also? . . . And them? . . . Not a problem . . . We understand."
Lois raised her head from the cup. Meg tried to scrutinize her passive face but could not gather anything. What a poker face, she thought disgusted.
"What did Father say?" Meg asked, impatiently.
"The Winchester brats are here in Smallville," Lois answered. She went to the sink and wet a towel to wipe the splattered blood off her borrowed flesh.
"I'll handle them. It's been awhile since I've seen sweet Sammy," Meg said, immediately.
Lois frowned as she rubbed a stubborn spot on her elbow. "Don't be an idiot. I'll get the Winchesters. If the boys see you, they'll be alerted to Father's activity here. You know what's hidden here. We cannot let our enemies get it."
Meg's eyes narrowed. "It hasn't got here already, has it?"
Lois sighed and threw the bloody towel in the trash. "Yes, sister. The Devour has begun its harvest. Father informs me that his ancient enemy has procured some special rock in this area to assist its children in breeding. It must not be allowed to succeed. While I tangle with the boys, you find its current fleshy host."
"Where do I start?"
"A wealthy young man . . . named Lex Luthor."
Oh, no poor Martha, lol. And will Clark reach Chloe and the boys before Demon Lois? Find out in my next chapter, which will hopefully be posted soon.
Also, a quick note about the time this fic takes place. In Smallville verse, it is early season five after Clark got back his powers. In Supernatural verse, it's near the end of first season after they discovered Meg is demon possessed and of course haven't killed her yet. Just in case, you get confused about Clark's father being alive and stuff.
And many thanks to those who have reviewed so far!!!