Title: Paradise Interrupted
Sequel to: Gentle
Characters: Chloe/Sam, Lois, Lana, Mary, John, Dean
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Chloe and Lana are fourteen, and Lois sixteen, everything is peaceful. Sam is about to go off to college, Chloe is trying to cope with the thought of him being so far away...and Grandfather decides its time to take the girls back.
She wasn't someone who cried in front of others, and so she'd left the second she'd felt her eyes stinging with unshed tears.
Chloe made her way to the back of the house, yanking at her collar as she tried to gulp, annoyed with the tightness. Despite the fact that they tried not to use their powers for fear of being discovered, Chloe had tried using her power on her own collar, trying to break it, bend it, stretch it, anything, but in the end it was the pain that won every time and she'd lose the battle.
She tugged on the collar with her fingers, desperate, and if it wasn't for the fact that she saw the movement out of the corner of her eye, she wouldn't have dropped to the ground in time to evade the bullets fired towards her.
Screaming and rolling behind some shrubs, Chloe looked down at the ground where one of bullets had nearly missed her. She reached out with her hand and the bullet shot harmlessly into her palm.
It was the weirdest thing she'd ever seen.
The bullet wasn't even that sturdy, only strong enough to pierce through the skin and rupture the small container of blue liquid held inside the hollowed out middle of the bullet.
All around the neighborhood there were screams as more and more bullets were being fired.
Chloe looked up.
Lois and Lana could defend themselves, but mom and dad couldn't.
Eyes searching her surrounding, trying to see where the snipers were, Chloe grew desperate.
She needed to get to mom and dad.-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
Sitting back, he watched camera one, as it focused on the youngest of the three girls.
Lois Lane, subject #104
She was inside the house with John Winchester, the two having gotten separated from test subject #103
, and Mary Winchester.
The marine training John Winchester had received when younger helped as he tried to fight, but he was quickly overpowered and held down by two men as the others encircled Lois. She dodged the bullets with rapid precision, and those she couldn't dodge she shielded herself from by lifting up the couch and such, before hurtling the furniture at the men, trapping them underneath. She had animalistic agility, the strength and the speed, and the gracefulness of a feline, as she crouched low and sprung upon the armed man in front of her.
Grandfather leaned back in his seat, smiling.
So far so good.
Lois yanked the gun out of another man's grip and used it to knock him out cold, before turning and firing the bullets at the two men holding John down.
"You have to get out of here!" She yelled to him. "Get mom and get out!"
!" John's eyes widened in horror, gazing behind her.
Lois turned, but wasn't fast enough to dodge the bullets that pierced into her abdomen, the force of the blows sending her to the ground.
Grandfather sighed, disappointed.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and the collar sprung open.
"What a disappointment you are, #104
." He told her image as John Winchester rushed to kneel besides her, shaking her and screaming her name.
The ex-marine didn't notice the other man until it was too late, and he was struck across the face with the gun, collapsing to the floor, unconscious.
Grandfather turned off that monitor and turned towards the other two that were on, wondering if the other two test subjects would prove to be as disappointing as their sister.-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
"What is it?" Dean asked, eyeing his brother in curiosity.
"I don't know." Sam frowned, fingers caressing the Oruborus pendant Chloe had gotten him for his last birthday. "I just feel as if something is wrong."
"It's that separation anxiety kicking in." The older Winchester snickered, shaking his head. "You haven't been this far away from Itty Bitty C since she came to live with us, and you're stressing about it."
"Call her Itty Bitty to her face." Sam dared, gazing out of his window.
"Hey, she lets me get away with names she never lets you get away with." Dean defended.
Sam sighed, leaning his forehead against the glass, tightening his hold on the Oruborus. "It's just separation anxiety. That's all."
Dean rolled his eyes in amusement at his brother. "You're hopeless."
Sam ignored him, turning to look behind them at the road.-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
Darting out from her position in the shrubs, Chloe raised her hands, and in seconds the bullets that'd been racing towards her froze in the air before ricochetting back at the ones who'd fired them, yells and screams of pain echoing throughout the rooftops of the neighbors houses where the snipers had been positioning themselves. The young girl raced towards the porch and dove through the glass door, which had been broken by the previous fire of bullets. She rolled into the livingroom and ducked behind the wall, wiping bits of broken glass off of her skin.
Hearing the sound of boots crunching on glass, Chloe looked up and froze when her gaze fell upon two bodies on the floor, a little hidden by the upturned sofa.
"No." Getting up, forgetting about the danger around her, Chloe raced to where John and Lois were lying lifelessly on the ground. She collapsed to her knees next to them, checking each for a pulse. John's was strong, and he didn't have any visible wounds on his body so he'd probably just been knocked out, but Lois...Lois...she'd been shot, multiple times, in the abdomin.
Her blood coated Chloe's hands as the girl leaned over her, trying to determine if...
"Lois?" Chloe whispered, fingering the open collar. "Lois!" Pressing the side of her face down against Lois' chest, she pulled back and breathed in relief when she heart heartbeat.
Not even realizing that the half of her face was covered in her cousin's blood, Chloe raised her hand over that chest and concentrated, the six bullets shooting out of Lois' chest and into Chloe's palm. They were hollow as well, but the liquid in them had drained out of them and into Lois.
Sensing something, Chloe turned and used her power to fling the bullets in her hand at the man with the gun, watching with numbness as he screamed, clutching his face.
The blonde stood and raised her hand, the gun he'd dropped in agony raising in the air, facing its owner.
This was the man who'd shot her cousin.
She had no question of that.
Closing her raised fist tightly, the gun discharged rapidly, repeatedly, emptying itself in the man's throat.
He collapsed to his knees, eyeing her with his mutilated face, before dropping the rest of the way down, face first.
Mary screamed outside.
Chloe looked between Lois and the front lawn, before she rushed towards the front door in time to see Mary on the ground, two men holding her down and another ripping at her clothes, while Lana was trying desperately to use her telekinetic powers to keep the seven man shooting at her from hitting their mark.
"Don't just stand there!" Lana screamed when she saw Chloe.
Nodding, Chloe ran and jumped on the back of the man who'd been ripping at Mary's clothes.
The teenager grabbed his head in her hands, and everything she'd ever been forced to read on assassination as a child raced across her mind, her body following the instructions as with a sharp jerk she broke his neck. They collapsed onto a screaming Mary, and Chloe tumbled off, snatching the blade from one of the other two men's belt buckle. The blonde turned and buried it deep into his spine, her arm around his neck, pulling him back as she yanked the blade up, slicing his whole back open.
The other man who'd been holding Mary stood rapidly, reaching for his gun and aiming it at Chloe.
The blonde reached out and curved her hand while closing her fist.
The barrel of the shotgun curved sharply the same second he pulled the trigger, causing the gun to explode in his own face.
Mary gasped, eyes wide, as she clutched at her torn shirt.
"Are you okay?" Chloe asked, feeling that cold numbness, that emotionlessness she hadn't felt since she'd gone to live with the Winchesters, enter her.
Mary nodded. "I-."
"Lois and John are inside, Lois has been shot." Chloe turned, giving the woman her back. "Don't let her die."
"Chloe..." Mary tried.
"Go!" Chloe yelled.
Lana's gaze went to them, and then her eyes widened and the world seemed to slow down as she brought her hand to her chest. The young girl pulled away her bloodied hands, her confused gaze locking with Chloe's horrified one, before she collapsed to the ground.
The collar sprung open.
"No!" Chloe screamed, racing towards her younger 'sister'. "Lana!"
The men formed a line between her and the fallen girl, their guns trained on Chloe.
The blonde skidded to a halt, and looked at them, feeling fury and anger and such deep hatred inside of her.
And she blacked out.
All she remembered was warm liquid spurting on her face, and screams echoing through her ears.
And then...and then...sirens in the air.
The police were coming.
And an ambulance.
And she was kneeling in the middle of a pool of blood, bodies mutilated around her.
She looked around her, confused, disgusted...satisfied.
A figure moved, and loud clapping echoed in the air.
Chloe turned, snarling, towards the sound, eyes narrowing when she recognized the man standing before her. "Grandfather."
He continued to clap. "Recognize
The collar around her throat gave a sharp electric jolt as it recognized the sound of its master's voice.
Chloe cried as she doubled over, gripping at her throat, clawing at the collar.
"You have exceeded all expectations, Chloe." Grandfather announced as he bent on his knees before her. "And you alone have passed this test."
them." Chloe whispered, head bent low.
"Hardly." He scoffed.
She looked up, eyes wide. "But-! The collars-!"
He reached forwards and cupped her chin with his hand. "The bullets didn't go deep enough to kill, you know this."
She continued to look up at him. "What was in that blue liquid?"
He smiled. "The cure. They no longer have the power in them, so the collars released their hold on them."
She gasped. "There's a cure?"
"I couldn't let those unworthy of their powers to still keep them." He announced as if this should be obvious. "And I knew that if I killed the ones who didn't pass this test, that those who did wouldn't be agreeable to return with me. You three shared an unusually strong bond." He cleared his throat. "But now, if you come with me, they will recuperate, and will be normal. They can have the lives they always wanted." He caressed her hair, which was tainted red with blood. "But you, Chloe, you were made for greater things. You've always known that. You've always known that you didn't belong here. Didn't belong with these people."
"They're good people." Chloe defended.
"Of course they are, but they're not like you." He replied. "And Sam-Sam chose to move away from you."
She looked away. "It was for our best."
"Was it?" Grandfather asked, the sirens loud in the air, drawing closer. "You'll never be able to fit in like Lois and Lana. You know that. They know that. Sam knows that. He went to start his life, to do what he was meant to do, and so must you."
"I don't want
to." She whispered.
His eyes narrowed. "Chloe, you know my voice dictates your collar. You will come with me. But I would hope that it would be without shocking you into unconsciousness."
She gulped in fear, although it was kinda hard when the collar was so tight.
"And even if I left you, you'd suffocate to death." He cooed. "You cannot take the collar off, no one can but me."
Chloe looked up at him once more, eyes wide. "You'll take off the collar?"
He nodded. "In return there will be some...conditions..."
Her eyes narrowed. "What conditions?"
He stood and extended his hand towards her, the sirens dangerously close. "Come, my child."
She didn't want to.
But it wasn't as if she had much of a choice, was there?
And if he thought she was on his side, in time he'd relax, he'd slip up.
And when he did, she'd be ready.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe put her hand in his.-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
The moment Sam exited the bathroom of the motel room he and Dean had rented for the night, he knew something was terribly wrong.
Dean was frantically throwing things back into his knapsack, pale as a ghost.
"What happened?" Sam asked, feeling that sickness in his stomach grow.
Dean looked up, flinching. "I just got off the phone with dad. They're at the hospital."
"What?" Sam had to grab onto the door's handle to try and ground himself. "What happened? Who got hurt?"
"They were attacked, Sammy." Dean ran his hand over his hair. "Soon after we left the house was attacked, and mom and dad are fine but Lois and Lana were shot." He sat down on one of the twin beds. "The doctors say that they're going to make it, but they were incredibly lucky to have not been killed immediately."
"Grandfather." Sam hissed.
"What about Chloe?" The younger Winchester suddenly asked, eyes narrowed. "You said that mom and dad are fine, and that Lois and Lana were shot. But what about Chloe? Is she okay?"
Dean took in a deep breath, head bent.
Sam felt himself going cold all over. "Dean?" His eyes narrowed further. "What. About. Chloe?"
Dean finally looked up at his brother. "She's nowhere to be found, Sammy." His eyes were watery. "He must have taken her during the chaos."
"No." Sam shook his head viciously. "No!"-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
"Are you satisfied now?" Grandfather asked as she looked over the doctors reports.
Chloe nodded, relieved to see through the video feed secretly placed in Lois and Lana's recovery rooms, and from the reports from the doctors, that they would be fine, just as Grandfather had promised. The girls had lost all of their abilities, and now would be able to live the lives they'd always wanted to.
The blonde felt jealous...and yet not.
She took in a deep breath, eyeing the syringe filled with crimson red liquid. "That's not what Ma used to inject me with."
"Oh, no, you already have an ability, I don't want to run the risk of causing a deformity in my prized Subject Zero." He smiled, patting her shoulder. "No, this will...help...in other areas."
"What areas?" She asked, wary. "And when do I get the collar off?"
"Soon." He promised. "Very soon. But first be a good girl and let's get this injection over and done with."
Chloe gulped, closing her eyes as the laboratory assistant pierced her arm with the needle, emptying the contents into her body.
Eyes closed, she didn't notice the red journeying up throughout her veins, all throughout her body.
Grandfather watched, smirk growing.
Chloe threw her head back and breathed in deeply, lips parted, eyes opening in time for a flash of red to cross over her orbs before they were once more their normal green.
Grandfather smiled down at her. "With a couple of shots more, you'll be perfect."
Chloe smirked, chuckling darkly, eyes flashing crimson once more.