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The New Circle 87A/? 
12th-Sep-2013 10:45 pm

Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain, Byron Moore...
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe Sullivan had a normal-ish life before the circle and John Blackwell turned her life upside down and gave new meaning to the unexplained weirdness that goes on in Smallville. Now life's a witch, she's a part of a circle she's not too sure she wants to be bound to, and not only do they have to worry about Witch-Hunters, but unknowingly to them another circle is on the hunt too.
Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!

The whole sky had exploded into a million different shades of red, almost as if it were bleeding, the teenagers staring up at it in confusion and slight worry.

Zatanna, on the other hand, stared at it in horror. "She's left."

"What?" Whitney turned to the raven-haired girl.

"Chloe." Zatanna pushed back the disappointment. She'd been so sure she could finally get out of this hellhole. "She's left."

"That can't be." Faye shook her head. "She wouldn't have just left us."

"No, she would have," Cassie countered, taking in a deep breath. "We all know what Diana and Greg Saw. It's what she saw."

"I was thinking the same thing, actually." Whitney leaned hard against the dugout hole they were camped in, closing his eyes. "That's the only explanation."

Diana nodded. "Me too."

Greg grunted as he too leaned hard against the dugout. "We should be there though. Not here hiding. We've been useless this whole time." He rested his elbows on his knees, a muscle jumping in his cheek. "Some rescue party we are."

Zatanna looked at the five in confusion. "She has just abandoned you in this nightmare land. How can you be this way?"

"Because they're right," Faye grumbled, pouting. "She had to."

"Had to?" Zatanna couldn't understand the reasoning. She had been left here and she hated her people for it! Why wouldn't these five do the same? "How can you defend her for selfishly forsaking you like that?"

"Hey! Watch how you talk about her!" Diana snapped, the usually passive-looking girl narrowing her eyes at Zatanna. "She hasn't forsaken us. The others just needed her more urgently."

"My mom's a part of the group that's in danger, so are Whitney's parents," Greg elaborated. "They're powerless; mom's not a witch and Whitney's dad had his magic taken from him by the Elders. Our parents need Chloe more right now and I'm more than happy to sit and wait while she goes to help them."

"Sit and wait?" Zatanna blinked. "You don't honestly think she's coming back, do you?"

"Of course she is." The blonde scoffed. "She's left us once already. She's not doing that again. Especially not here."

"You don't get it. She needs a trade." Zatanna tried to get these kids to see reason. "She's a Royal. To leave here, she needs to trade places with someone from the dimension she's going to. It was one of you two girls. It always was. That was your purpose for being here. If she comes back, she won't have someone fresh from over there to trade places with; she'll be stuck. There's no way that she'll come."

The girls shared a look.

Faye raised an eyebrow. "That might have been Darkseid's reason for them being here but, Debbie Downer, you don't know Chloe like we do. She's coming back and we're all going back home."

To say that Zatanna was shocked at everyone's faith in the girl would have been an understatement. The Prophet's faith didn't surprise her, that was just how Prophets were, but the expression on everyone else's faces proved to her that they truly believed that Chloe would risk getting caught here once more just to free them.

She didn't know what to say to that sort of blind loyalty, but she did wonder about the girl who had inspired it. In the end, Zatanna hugged her knees to her chest and fell into silence.

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The House of Wylt had fallen, but there was no rejoicing in the hall, Rao Darkseid leaning forwards in his throne, eyes narrowed as he stared at Chloe on the single screen remaining in the room. How had she gotten out of Apokalips? He hadn't planned for her to go there yet, not when she was so untrained, but he'd realized that it was a golden opportunity to have her out of the way while he decimated the Balcoins so that something like this wouldn't happen. What the hell had happened? How had she gotten free? How had she even known what had been happening?

The Dragon in human form snarled and clenched his fist as the fight for the last House began.

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Screams filled the air as the illusions ripped away amidst the fight, those screams transforming into roars as bones cracked and bodies realigned, nails turning into claws.

Chloe felt the tug in her solar plexus, the strain on her body. This sort of thing just wasn't done and it wasn't done for a reason, but the blonde ignored the pain, clenching her fists as her reflections transformed into their true forms.

Scales was a large, monstrous looking golden snake with darker gold, talon-tipped wings and fangs that dripped with venom.

Claws was similarly sized and equally monstrous, a Dragon of obsidian black skin so smooth, it almost looked like glass.

Chloe brought a hand to her solar plexus, biting down on a whimper as the creatures roared and attacked.

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Inside the Bleeding Caves, there was awed and somewhat terrified silence from those observing the happenings. Byron had long ago stopped trying to get out, realizing that Chloe was keeping them inside to keep them safe, both from Darkseid's men and from herself. He stared in shock at the physical manifestation of the two magics inside of her as they attacked the soldiers. He hadn't known that one could actually fight with their magic like this. He'd thought that they could only use spells. Sure, there'd been the whole Ball Debacle, but he'd thought that was only a one time thing where they saw the True Face of the new leader of the Six or something like that! And yet here Chloe was, not using spells to fight off the army that horribly outnumbered her, but physical manifestations of her magic. It was obvious that another reason why she'd locked them up in here was that she wasn't sure that she could truly control her magic in this form.

Mikhail, who had regained consciousness, groaned as he limped to the barrier, placing a bloody hand against it, staring silently at their sister as the creatures fought.

"He won't stop bleeding," Lana whispered, still cradling Pete in her lap somewhere behind them.

Martha Kent, Mrs Fordman and Mrs Arkin were doing their best to try and help but they weren't able to stop the blood flow.

"We've got to do something," Clark whispered, looking around the tunnel they were in, desperate. "There's got to be something in here that can help!"

"Out of the way." Van pushed past people. "My mom's a nurse."

His mother gave them a timid little smile before kneeling next to the boy and girl, removing the girl's hand enough to remove the boy's shirt and see the wound, blood gushing out. Mrs McNulty's face went pale as she placed Lana's hand back on the wound, hard. "Is there a first aid kit anywhere? Needles? Thread? Instruments or anything similar that we could use? And something to disinfect the wound?"

Jake looked up. "I don't know this place that well but when I was staying here last time, I saw that they had a section in the back with books and some supplies like knives and stuff. They might have had things like that." He motioned to Dan and Caleb. "You two, come with me."

"Why us?" they questioned.

"Why, are you two pussies or something?" he challenged, already heading away down a tunnel.

The boys frowned before following after him, their manhood challenged.

"While they're doing that," Grant cleared his throat, "could you put my shoulder back in place, please?"

Byron never looked away from the blonde during these events, and neither did Mikhail. The brothers kept their hands on the barrier, eyeing their sister standing alone on the battlefield, obviously having the upper-hand in the battle and yet whose body was beginning to visibly tremble.

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Chloe was in pain, so much pain.

She'd always wondered why it killed the Heads of the Six to have their powers removed from them when normal witches had it happen to them without any consequence. Maybe this was a taste of what it was like to be separated from magic. And yet it couldn't be because she was still very much linked to both of those magics and she still had her Hibbins magic inside of her. No. This was just the strain, the horrible strain of performing a magical feat way above her magical level and keeping it up for longer than she should. It was going past her endurance level and she was worried that if she went on any further, her body would start protesting far worse than the pain in her solar plexus, head, and the nose bleed that just wouldn't stop.

Still, there were too many of them and they were strong; if they survived, they'd kill her friends and family. Knowing this, she couldn't stop, couldn't pull back, no matter how much she wanted to.

A savage curse hit Scales, slicing across her wings.

The pain drove Chloe to her hands and knees, the girl feeling nauseas, her hands trembling, head bowed as she breathed deeply, forcing herself to continue on.

Claws tore the head off of a witch and slashed the throat of another with her talons before a witch stabbed her back.

Chloe whimpered, closing her eyes tightly, clawing her fingers into the ground, tears forming in her eyes and falling to the earth at the pain.

Scales curled her large body around several soldiers at once, constricting until bones cracked loudly in the night.

Claws slashed at her enemies fiercely, using her tail to curl around witches and fling them high into the air or just bash them hard, the spikes on her tail slicing them open.

Chloe stared unseeingly at the grass, a loud buzzing sound in her ears.

It was only when a body fell next to her on the grass, a bullet through his head, that Chloe realized that the buzzing sound was from hearing a gunshot at close range.

The blonde looked up in confusion, seeing Byron, Mikhail, Lucas, Trent, Grant, Tina, Justin, and a blood covered Lana appearing on one side of her. She then turned her head to see Clark, Adam, Jake, Mrs Kent, Nell Potter, and others. They raced into the fray, charging with a battle cry.

Chloe turned her head to look behind her and realized that the Caves had let down the barrier against her will.

Van stepped forwards, holding the gun that had saved her from the witch she hadn't even known had been so close to her. He sighed as he knelt down next to her, hand on her shoulder. "So, Harry Potter, not Teen Wolf?"

Chloe gave him a pained little smile before crying out, curling up into herself.

"Let it go, Chloe." Van tightened his grip on her shoulder. "Look, we've won."

Chloe looked up, her vision a little fuzzy, but what she could see seemed like they were winning, the few remaining of the Darkseid army being subdued.

"Chloe," Van whispered. "You've protected us. We're safe."

Only when the last Darkseid witch was on their knees did Chloe truly let go, Scales and Claws both returning within her with roars, the magics in need of healing and rest just as much as her.

With Van's help, Chloe stood in time for Byron to swoop her in his arms, holding her tightly, the boy crying as he whispered things she couldn't understand considering how hoarse and low his voice was, but yet she did nonetheless. Chloe, eyes teary, could see Mikhail and Lucas both hanging back, awkward, the girl motioning them forwards. The boys hesitated for a second before joining in on the group hug, nearly suffocating the petite girl and yet she hugged them all as best as she could, taking the scolding and telling off, so happy to have them back and know that they were safe.

It was only once they pulled away that Chloe realized that Mikhail was bleeding. Her eyes widened in horror. "You're hurt."

"I'm fine." And yet he was pale.

"No, you're not." Chloe turned to Lucas. "Take him to the Caves." She turned to the others, giving everyone a little awkward smile given the fact that most of the people who'd seen what she'd done hadn't known she was a witch, before hugging Clark's parents, Clark, Adam, even Jake, and then Lana, before realizing something. "Where's Pete?"

Lana gulped. The girl looked near tears as she grabbed Chloe's hand. "Come with me."

Chloe allowed herself to be dragged into the cave, realizing that there was a good group of people here, a healthy amount. She could see the shock and a bit of healthy fear from the people there, most of them not witches, but she understood that and didn't take any offense. And to be truthful, when she saw the state Pete was in, she forgot all about everything else. "We need to get him to a hospital."

"We don't know if it's safe to go out there," one of the footballer's fathers announced. "That group was just a breakaway from the group attacking town."

"He's right," Adam announced. "This is the safest place to be right now."

"If we don't get him to a hospital, he'll die," Mrs McNulty whispered. "I've stitched his wound as best as I could but he's still bleeding. I can't – it's – I think magic is what's keeping him bleeding and I'm not a w-w-w." She cleared her throat. "I don't do – I haven't-"

"I think she's trying to say her Witch Doctor certificate still hasn't come in the mail," Van announced.

"Van." His mother blushed scarlet. "Don't offend them!"

"I'm not offending them, I'm stating the obvious." Van rolled his eyes. "There's only so much you can do to help a magical wound."

"He's right." Martha sighed, running the back of her palm over her forehead. "If we could figure out which spell was used, maybe we could reverse it, but we'd need a seasoned Witch Doctor."

Van's eyes widened. "I was only joking with the whole Witch Doctor thing. Are you telling me they're legit?"

Martha nodded.

Van's eyes remained widened. "Damn. I need to brush up on this mythology. I was researching werewolves when I should have been researching witchcraft."

"You need to brush up?" Nathan snorted from where he sat leaning against the cave wall. "I was sure this was all human evolution and X-Men type shit, man! At least you were right and this was supernatural based. I was in the wrong genre!"

"So was Coach really a Dabbler then?" Trevor wanted to know, eyes wide on Chloe.

Hank looked up. "Dude. You didn't really sic her on Coach, did you?"

Trevor cleared his throat and looked down. "I didn't sic her on him."

Bradley frowned, looking from one to the other. "So you killed Coach?"

"He got himself killed." Chloe remembered the night he attacked her. "He locked me in a room and set it on fire. The room exploded as if someone had thrown a super-sized Molotov within. But it backfired in two ways. One, I can form a shield around myself. Two, Coach Arnold must have been leaning against the door to perform his magic because when it exploded outwards, the jagged pieces of wood killed him."

The boys' families were silent in the background. Chloe didn't know whether they were in shock or scared or what.

Justin and Tina moved closer, her mother and his parents behind them. "How can we help?"

Chloe gave them a little smile before placing her palm against the wall and closing her eyes, needing some sort of a healing room.

Immediately, a pathway began to light up through a series of tunnels.

The blonde smiled. "Take the wounded and follow these lights to the cavern they end at. I'll be there soon." She turned to the families, the "Muggles", seeing them pull back, sighing. "I'm sorry for everything, but we're not going to hurt you. If you're injured, please, let someone help you to this room."

There was a pause and then Hank's father, the Mayor, stepped forwards. "There might still be people alive in town that need help."

Chloe was taken back as she realized what he was doing, her eyes widening. "I'll see what I can do but for now, everyone needs to stay put."

He nodded, going back to his wife and daughters.

Hank watched him before coming up to Chloe, clearing his throat. "What can I do?"

Chloe smiled at him, knowing that his accepting her would help his friends do so as well. "Help the others take the injured to the room the lights lead you to." She took in a deep breath, gaze going outside where the others were holding their prisoners of war captive. "There's something I have to do."

13th-Sep-2013 06:08 am (UTC)
Ohhh Zatanna ye of little faith. But I get it since she was betrayed by her own brother, but she will soon learn why Whitney and the others have such a strong faith in Chloe.

It was only when a body fell next to her on the grass, a bullet through his head, that Chloe realized that the buzzing sound was from hearing a gunshot at close range.

The blonde looked up in confusion, seeing Byron, Mikhail, Lucas, Trent, Grant, Tina, Justin, and a blood covered Lana appearing on one side of her. She then turned her head to see Clark, Adam, Jake, Mrs Kent, Nell Potter, and others. They raced into the fray, charging with a battle cry.

oohhhhhhhh yeah!! that was awesome. I really like that scene.

Van's eyes remained widened. "Damn. I need to brush up on this mythology. I was researching werewolves when I should have been researching witchcraft."

"You need to brush up?" Nathan snorted from where he sat leaning against the cave wall. "I was sure this was all human evolution and X-Men type shit, man! At least you were right and this was supernatural based. I was in the wrong genre!"

And this just had me giggling!!!
15th-Sep-2013 08:57 pm (UTC)
Yes, her uncle has ruined her faith in humanity, or in anything in general. But she will learn to trust in Chloe. :)
14th-Sep-2013 10:09 am (UTC)
I loved Van's 'Harry Potter not Teen Wolf'. But Nathan being in completely the wrong genre comment was hilarious.
15th-Sep-2013 08:57 pm (UTC)
Glad you did. Both Van and Nathan will have to brush up on their Harry Potter ness :)
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