Title: The Mist
AU Sequel To: The Cave
Characters/Pairings: Some Chloe/Private Wayne Jessup, Lois, The Mist Cast
Fandoms: Smallville/The Mist (brief mentions of The cave)
Rating: T-M (for violence)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: After Jack's death, in an effort to get her cousin to start to live again, Lois and Chloe go on a vacation. Of COURSE their vacation spot would suddenly get targeted by some unnatural evil. At least there's a cute guy.
This is an AU sequel to the story "The Cave". The OFFICIAL sequel, "The Pyramid" is already posted and can be found HERE. This two different sequels take place in two different universes that branch off in different directions after the events of The Cave.
Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day # 103: Berserker.
Berserk/Berserker: To be seized by a trance-like, uncontrollable rage characterized by incredible strength and a frightening lust for carnage. The term is derived from the Old Norse word for a common type of mercenary warrior among the Vikings
Standing in her pants and bra, Chloe sighed as Wayne washed off the blood that'd soaked through her shirt and tinted her skin red. They were in the bathroom so that she could be half naked without the whole store seeing her.
"You've got some nasty bruises." Wayne announced, his touches professional and only long enough to get the job done. Despite the fact that he had shown some interest before he wasn't taking advantage of the situation.
Damn if that didn't make him more attractive.
"They'll be gone soon." Chloe promised, eyes closed. "I heal quickly. Believe me, I know."
"You get bruised often?" Although the question was asked innocently, there was a touch of steel under it.
She was curious as to the reason for the steel. "That's none of your business."
"Maybe I want it to be."
She paused, wanting to look behind at him.
Now that he'd gotten most of the blood cleaned and dumped, she could breathe better, think better, and her predator was calm...quite enjoying the pampering, actually.
Wayne took her bloody shirt and went to the sink, which thankfully had enough water still in it to fill up a little so he could start washing it. His hands were large and gentle and obviously used to doing this as he ducked the material into the water and then began scrubbing it together, the water rapidly turning red as the blood soaked out of the material into the liquid.
"You didn't have to waste the supplies on me." Chloe finally turned completely around, watching him. "I would have healed up without it."
"If you don't want me asking questions about why you seem to apparently be used to being bruised, then stop making those comments." His voice was curt.
She bit her bottom lip and decided to just shut up.
The door flew open, Lois sticking her head inside. "It's not going well out here. I think they're going to get into a fistfight or something."
Chloe growled, walking past Lois, still only in her bra, out into the store in time to hear Ollie's voice.
"Everyone in the store, you want to come back here? There's something you ned to hear. It concerns you all."
"Will you just--!" Wayne hissed in concern and embarrassment, arriving quickly behind Chloe and taking off his coat, placing it over her to cover her partial nudity from the rest of the people inside.
Lois looked at them and smiled.
Chloe was surprised at the tremble her body gave at having his scent all around her like this, but she just lowered her gaze and slipped her hands into the sleeves, pulling up the zipper. "Thanks."
"W-wait." Bud, the manager, announced. "I don't know what you people think you're doing---."
"Shut the fuck up and listen." Lois announced from the back.
Bud looked back at her and blinked in shock.
Ollie gave a tired smile. "Thank you."
David Drayton stood forwards, taking in a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm going to say this. But, but unlike Norton I---people, you need to hear this if you're thinking about leaving." He took in another breath. "Okay, this is how it is. I know these people, and despite how it sounds, I know that they're not lying."
Stacy Drayton held Billy Drayton to her chest, looking terrified.
"I don't know what this mist is." David was quick to clarify. "But there are things in it, and they're dangerous, like Dan said."
"That's right." Dan nodded, coming to the front. "That's exactly right."
"What kind of things?" Someone asked.
"I never saw it." Dan replied. "It happened too fast. I got knocked down."
"Six of us went back in the loading dock." Ollie spoke, and everyone turned to look at him once more. "It was Jim, Myron, me, those two ladies over there, and Norm, our bagboy."
People turned to look at Lois and Chloe.
Wayne's eyes narrowed.
"Where's Norm?" Bud asked Sally, who just shrugged.
"We opened the door," Ollie continued on. "So Norm could go out and clear the vent for the generator...something...something came out of the mist and took him."
"Took him?" Someone asked. "What do you mean?"
Norton sneered, shaking his head.
"Just...killed him." Jim whispered, still obviously horrified. "I mean, dragged him off."
"Now, guys." David placed his hand on Jim's shoulder. "I don't know what these things are, but I went in the back, I saw what was left remaining. They were tentacles. This really happened."
Everyone began to mutter softly to themselves, some terrified, some disbelieving.
Bud then began to laugh.
"Tentacles, he says." Norton joined in. "Tentacles from Planet X." He shook his head. "It's a lie, you know. I mean, all these people do is just lie each other up."
"It's a pile of shit." A bandana wearing motorcycle guy announced from the back of the back of the group.
"Of course it's a lie!" Bud announced. "It's lunacy! From the look of it the tentacles are coming out of the beer cans they're all drinking."
"Do you see me drinking anything?" Chloe asked, her voice deep and dark, causing everyone to look at her once more. "Come smell my breath if you want."
Bud hesitated, obviously not sure what to do.
"You don't have to take our word for it." Lois agreed. "Go look. You'll see the tentacles yourself you big dick."
Bud, along with the biker guy, and another stepped forwards to take her up on the offer.
Wayne gave Chloe a look before joining them, and along with David, Ollie, Jim and Myron, they disappeared into the room.
The onlookers broke out with worried whispers.
But the minute the men returned, looking pale and horrified, there was silence once again.
Bud seemed about to puke as he looked at the people.
"It appears," his voice cracked. "That we may have a problem of some magnitude here."
The people worked as one, trying to barricade the front of the store as best as they could, lining the walls with things like bags of dog food and fertilizer. They duct taped some of the cracks in the mirror made by the quake, and tried to find things that they could use as weapons in case the perimeter was breached. They worked mostly silent, needing to do this or they'd go insane.
Chloe, deciding that her shirt must have dried by now, headed towards the bathroom, opening the door, her eyes shifting to feline gold to adjust to the dark.
A voice from the toilet stall reached her, where the smell of burning wax and faint light betrayed the presence of a candle.
"Let me help these people. Let me, let me preach your word. Let me shine your light, 'cause they're not all bad." Mrs. Carmody seemed to be praying. "They can't all be bad." There was a pause. "Some
can be saved, can't they? Yes. Some can be brought to heaven's holy gates through your grace. I have to believe that, though I know most will swim in the lake of fire forever."
So far that was some
"If I can save a few, even one, then my life will have counted for something. I will have pulled my weight, will have earned my place at your your side, I will have served my purpose here on this earth..."
Chloe cleared her throat, alerting the woman of her presence, and went to where her shirt was resting on the towel rack. She felt it and smiled when it was dry to the touch. The blonde unzipped Wayne's jacket and took it off so she could pull on her shirt.
The stall opened up as she was doing this, and Chloe instinctively looked at Mrs. Carmody in the mirror.
The woman had looked hostile, holding her candle, but then her eyes widened in utter shock.
The reaction was a little drastic for just having caught another woman half naked, but Chloe shrugged it off, fixing her shirt silently.
"Who are you?" The woman whispered, her hand holding the candle shaking.
Chloe turned towards the woman, wondering why those eyes widened even more. "You know who I am." Lois had introduced them before the loading dock incident.
For a moment there was silence, and then Mrs. Carmody's face broke into a large smile. "I knew it! I knew we weren't going to be left to deal with this alone!"
Chloe blinked, utterly confused. "I'm---I'm sorry, Mrs. Carmody, but I don't know what you're talking about."
"The fall...must have confused you." The older woman announced as if this should make perfect sense. "It will return to you in time, who you are, and what you were sent here to do."
"Sent here to do?" Chloe was even more confused when the woman blew out the candle.
Why she seemed so radiantly happy?
"He has sent you here to show me his blessing." The woman was practically beaming. "I have asked for signs, and he has already sent you. I know what must be done. Thank you."
Chloe wondered what kool aid this woman had been drinking, she was making no sense at all.
Thankfully the woman just bowed her head and left, humming Amazing Grace under her breath.
Chloe brought a hand to her forehead, wondering what in the world that had been about.
Shaking her head, deciding in the end that she really didn't want to know, Chloe made her way to the door and hissed, turning around when she opened it and the light flew in.
Her feline eyes burnt.
And then she froze...understanding.
Mrs. Carmody had seen her with her eyes shifted.
Dear god. The golden eyes shifted to green. This isn't good!
She hurried out, intent to let Lois know about this, when she heard Norton speaking.
"Maybe you do believe this. Maybe they're not lies, they're delusions. Whatever." He announced. "Uh the fact remains that the evidence here is flimsy. Its bordering on ludicrous."
"Hey, this isn't a courtroom." David announced, where he was helping Wayne pile up the bags of dog food. "You're not arguing a case, you're doing nothing but damage talking the way you are."
"And you can throw as much cows blood around the loading dock as you want." Norton replied. "You still haven't fooled anyone."
"Leave it alone, David." Ollie broke into the conversation. "You can't convince some people there's a fire even when their hair is burning. Denial is a powerful thing."
"Well keep talking." Norton sneered. "I'll have no part of it, nor would any thinking person."
"Keep thinking, Mr. Lawyer." Mrs. Carmody spoke up. "There's no defense against the will of God. There's no court of appeals in hell. And there's no defense here, either. Not even with all the fertilizer in the world, not even if you stack it as high as you can." She grabbed a chocolate bar. "It's still just bags of shit, isn't it?"
"Those of you who want to discuss this thing rationally to find a means of rescue," Norton threw his hand up in the air. "Are welcome to join me. Those who want to stack dog food, knock yourselves out." He turned and went to his corner in the back of the shop, a good amount of people following behind like lost puppies.
"We got those windows taped up as best we could." Dan informed Ollie, David, Lois and Wayne. "It should help."
"Yeah, think so?" Chloe couldn't help the scoff.
Wayne sighed, leaning against one of the check out counters. "Duct tape and dog food bags."
Apparently they were in agreement about how shitty their outlook was.
"There's none so blind as those who will not see." Mrs. Carmody's voice carried out to them. "Open your eyes." She preached to those who weren't listening to her. "Let the scales fall away. This has all been written." She pulled out a bible from her bag and opened it up. "Revelations, chapter 15. 'And the temple was filled with smoke from the glory of God and from his power, and no one could enter the temple until the seven plagues of the seven angels were completed'."
"Well, what are you saying?" Dan asked, confused. "What are you proposing?"
"That we all prepare," Mrs. Carmody replied. "To meek our Maker."
"Oh, prepare to meet shit!" Jim announced with a sneer. "Lady, your tongue must be hung in the middle so that it can waggle at both ends."
The woman turned towards him. "The end time has come. Not in flames, but in mist."
Jim put down his beer and went towards her menacingly, causing a couple of people to grab hold of him.
"Easy!" Myron told his friend. "Back off!"
"How about if your ass prepares to meet my size-10 work boot?" Jim pointed angrily at her, Myron and another man still restraining him. "How about that?"
"Calm the fuck down, Jim." Chloe snapped, sick of the fighting.
"I'm trying to save your soul, you stupid man." Mrs. Carmody lamented. "Doubters will doubt to the end. A monstrosity did pull that poor boy away. Things in the mist---do you doubt? Do you?" She had the whole crowd listening to her. "Then go out! Go out and say "how do you do"."
"Shut up lady!" One of Wayne's friends snapped. "For God's sake!"
"Look, Bible Woman, stop it already." Lois announced, annoyed. "You're scaring the kids."
Sure enough, Billy Drayton and some of the other kids looked terrified, huddled close to their parents.
"They should be scared." Mrs. Carmody turned to Lois before turning to one of the children next to her, touching her head. "Their beautiful, pure little minds have been corrupted with lies, lies. All this talk about a modern God, or no God. There is one God. The God of the Israelites. And he is a stern and vengeful God, and we have been mocking him for far too long. And now? He demands retribution in blood." She raised the Bible. "It is time to declare yourselves. To take sides---the saved and the damned. Read the Good Book. It calls for expiation. Blood!"
Chloe winced at that word.
What was it with her and blood today?
"What?" Lois frowned.
"Blood." Mrs. Carmody turned to her. "Little Normie was first, and now God calls for the rest of us. The bill is due. It must be paid. As Abraham prepared to sacrifice his only son to prove his love for God, so---."
"Enough." Stacy Drayton surprised everyone by reaching out and slapping the older woman harshly on her face. "You sacrifice your kid. Right. You don't have any. So don't go around talking about hurting other peoples children so easily!"
Mrs. Carmody was silent for a moment, before pulling a bloodied finger from her lips and showing it to everyone. "See? Another down payment. A few more pennies in the jar."
"Oh my god." Stacy shook her head, going back towards her son and husband.
"Now, that's nice, see." Jim grumbled. "I can't smack her, but she can?"
"I'm sorry, everybody." Stacy shook her head. "But this woman's perspective is a little too Old Testament for my taste."
"They'll come for you." Mrs. Carmody announced in a slightly eerie voice. "Maybe tonight, when the darkness comes. They'll come tonight, and they'll take someone else. See if they don't. And when they do you will cry to God, and you will beg Mother Carmody to show you the way."
Chloe stood, sick of hearing this and about to slap the woman herself.
Hell, if Mrs. Carmody started talking about golden eyes no one was going to believe her anyway.
The woman was obviously insane!
"That's fine." Ollie's voice stopped Chloe, talking to Mrs. Carmody. "But until then, if you don't shut up, I'll wrap this tape around your mouth."
She sneered. "You just try it, Ollie Weeks." She turned to Stacy. "And you bitch. You hit me again. If you dare. You'll be on your knees to me before this is through."
has repressed lesbian desires." Lois mumbled to her cousin.
"Don't talk to my wife that way!" David snapped at Mrs. Carmody.
"Enough!" Bud raised his hands. "Everyone disburse!"
Chloe turned to comment something to Wayne, only to discover that he'd moved away to talk in the corner with his friends. She frowned as she looked at them, they were acting all secretive.
It was suspicious.
"What are we going to do?" Lois turned to Chloe. "I mean, that bitch was batty as hell but she had a point. Creatures usually hunt in the dark. Once night falls the duct tape and dog bags can't be our only option."
"She's right." Ollie announced, looking at the duct tape in his hand with a sigh.
"It won't be, this is a supermarket, with the right know-how we could make a bomb with what's up in here." Chloe sighed. "Unfortunately I don't think any of us do
know-how, but that's besides the point." She looked around, frowning. "We can use the charcoal fuel and the mops to make torches, which will give us both light in the darkness and repel anything that might want to come in. And we got knives and stuff in case they do."
Lois turned to Ollie. "This might sound weird, but do you all have a gun or something in the store?"
He shook his head.
"I got my shotgun in my truck." Mr. Cornell announced, stepping up. "I could try for it if you want."
"No, no." Lois shook her head. "I have my gun in the car too. That's not an option. No one is going outside."
Everyone looked at her in shock at the fact that she had a gun but no one dared question.
Chloe snorted and shook her head.
"You're crazy if you go out there!"
"Let us pass!" Norton announced.
Everyone turned to see Norton and his group of people heading towards the front door despite the people who were trying to talk some sense into them.
"Let's just talk this thing through." Wayne told Norton.
"We have." Norton glared at him. "And we've made our decision. We're leaving." He turned towards the others. "Now listen everyone. We're experiencing some kind of disaster. I don't know whether it's manmade or natural, but I do know that it's definitely not supernatural. Or Biblical, and no offense, Mrs. Carmody, but the only way we're gonna help ourselves is to seek rescue. We're going out."
"You're insane." Lois glared at him. "You're taking all of those people to their deaths because you're too pigheaded to see the truth!"
Chloe turned and went to the back of the shop to get something.
"You can all it whatever you want." Norton told Lois. "You can be as superstitious as you want. But there is nothing outside there. No tentacles. No monsters. Only real life problems."
"Disbelief was the same belief Norman had before getting dragged out to his death!" Lois snapped.
Chloe returned, one hand behind her body, shielding what she was holding. "Mr. Norton."
"I'm not discussing this any further." He snapped at her.
"Oh, I'm not going to ask you to stay." She assured him. "If you're idiotic enough to want to go out there with a bunch of mindless puppies, then sure, go ahead, feed the things out there and keep enough of them full so they don't come hunting us later when it gets dark." She then pulled out the rope from behind her and handed it to him. "I just want to ask you to use this while you're out there. So when they get you, the rest in here realize not to follow your fucking example."
There was silence in the supermarket.
Norton looked at her in shock, and then looked down at the rope.
Some of his group looked less sure about their decision to venture out.
"Come on, Norton." She kept the rope holding out to him, giving it a little shake. "Tie this around your waist. I'm curious as to how far you get."
"I'll do it." Bandana guy announced, surprising them.
"Are you throwing in with them?" Dan asked in surprise.
"Me? No thanks." He announced. "I think that man there's a little too tightly wound. Gonna get somebody killed." He stepped forwards, eyeing Mr. Cornell. "But I'm thinkin' we could use that shotgun of yours. I saw where you parked when I pulled in. Red pickup, right? Far entrance?"
Mr. Cornell nodded as he came over to give him the keys. "Son, you got brass balls. The shells are in the glove compartment. Drive it back."
Bandanna man nodded.
Chloe untied the rope and began to wrap it around his waist. "You sure you want to do this?"
"Want? Hell no. This is all about need." Bandana man replied. "Just see that they're pacing out this line. Line's up, I'll cut her loose, just so you understand." He pulled out a long knife to show what he'd cut it with.
She nodded, admiring the blade as she finished tying the knot around his waist. "Got it. Though its 300 meters long, so it should be long enough for you to get to the truck."
"We're going to send back help." Norton told the shop.
"You'll die out there." Mrs. Carmody countered. "All of you."
Once again, though the woman was completely batty, Chloe had to agree with her.
Giving the woman a look, Norton opened the door and walked out into the mist, his followers slowly following behind him, their silhouettes dark against the white of the mist before disappearing, completely consumed by the thickness.
"Hey, crazy lady." Bandana man turned to Mrs. Carmody. "I believe in God too. I just don't think he's the bloodthirsty asshole
you make him out to be."
"Well, you take that up with the devil when you run into him." The smaller woman nodded, not at all troubled. "You just chat it over at your leisure."
Shaking his head, he left the shop and walked out into the whiteness, trailing the rope behind him.
Chloe stood by the door, which was propped open by a bag of dog food, feeding Bandanna man more and more rope as he walked out.
She felt heat at her back, and closed her eyes for a second, feeling a little disturbed at the fact that she somehow already recognized his scent, as if it were ingrained in her system.
"That was some arctic breeze coming from you a couple of minutes ago." Wayne announced easily as he picked up the rope behind her and helped her feed it through the opening in the door.
"The man's going to get them all killed." Chloe replied, sending him a look over her shoulder. "I'm sorry if I was supposed to try and beg for him to grow half a brain, or feel sorry for him."
Wayne just eyed her in fascination, before grinning.
She smiled back at him. "Just remember to keep it loose."
For a minute he didn't seem to understand her, then he remembered the rope in his hands and nodded.
Most of the people were stuck to the glass, looking out, and missed the exchange between them.
Except Lois, who was smirking.
Suddenly the rope went loose.
Chloe frowned, feeling her predator begin to growl.
The rope suddenly began to move again, slowly once more.
But her predator was not put at ease like the patrons in the supermarket. She kept her eyes narrowed at the mist, cursing, once more, that she couldn't see through it.
"Look." Jim announced, watching the rope. "It's going."
"They're doing good." Wayne smiled.
Suddenly the rope pulled tight, being pulled through their hands at burning speed, causing Chloe and Wayne to cry out in pain.
Everyone else cried out in fear.
Ollie, Dan and Lois rushed to grab the rope and try to hold on, to help the others.
The cord whistled sharply as it slid burningly through the people's hands at breakneck speed.
Chloe grunted as the force of whatever was pulling the end of the rope began to cause her to slide across the floor towards the door. "Pull!"
"I'm slipping!" Dan called from the back.
"Pull!" Wayne ordered. "Back up! Back up! Back up!"
As one they leaned back and dug their heels into the linoleum floor, trying to pull their way back.
They slowly made progress.
And then the rope began to raise until it was almost straight up in the air.
." Chloe whispered, hands raw from holding onto the rope.
Memories of her time in the cave flittered across her brain, causing her to lose a moment's concentration, and she wasn't ready for when the line suddenly went loose, causing everyone who'd been pulling to fall back on the ground.
The onlookers screamed.
The useless bastards.
"Are you okay?"
Chloe looked up at Wayne, who she'd fallen down onto. "Yes. I'm fine." She hurried to her feet before beginning to pull on the rope again, Wayne and the others following suit.
A woman cried.
They were pulling something back through the mist.
"Aw shit." Jim cursed.
"Blood!" A woman cried.
Chloe froze when she saw the blood saturating the rope she was pulling in, and she had to let go, turning her back on it and closing her eyes, leaving a worried looking Wayne and Lois to help the others continue pulling as the onlookers started to cry out, the women especially.
Her predator whined and snarled, begging her to let it taste some.No!
She closed her eyes tighter, lifting the neck of her shirt to cover her nose and try keep some of the scent from penetrating.
"Oh my god!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"It's just his lower body!"
"The top's been ripped off!"
"Oh my GOD!"
Everyone was screaming, men and women alike.
"Cut the rope!" Bud screamed. "Cut the rope
"Shut the door!"
She heard the dog food bag being dragged in, and the door closing, behind locked rapidly.
Throughout it all she kept her eyes closed tightly.
"Now do you see?" Mrs. Carmody's voice asked everyone, shaky with fear yet conviction. "Now
do you believe?"
"Are you okay?" Wayne, hands bloodied from the blood on the rope, came towards Chloe.
She moved away from him. "Wash your hands!
He looked at her oddly before nodding and going towards the bathroom.
Lois arrived by her side. "You didn't have to say it so harshly. He's just worried about you, he probably thinks blood makes you queasy."
"I'm barely keeping a hold of myself, Lo." Chloe whispered, turning towards her cousin and hiding her face in her shirt so she could open her golden eyes and not be seen. "I'm at my
rope's end. If---if things don't get better I'm going to have to go out there. I won't be able to stay in here with everyone."
Thankfully everyone was too terrified to even pay them any attention.
Lois' arms went around her baby cousin. "You've got control of this, Chloe, you're not Jack. It doesn't control you."
"Its getting so much harder to keep these two sides of me apart from each other." Chloe continued to whisper. "The monster, it wants to meld into one."
"Why don't you let it?" Lois whispered in her ear. "Maybe it's what you need."
"What if I
become the monster?" Chloe's voice wavered as she finally voiced her greatest fear.
Lois hugged her tightly. "As if I'd let you."
They stayed like that, drawing comfort from each other, as the rest of the market spiraled down into terror.