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See No Evil 7a/17 
1st-Aug-2012 05:04 am
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See No Evil

Title: See No Evil
Sequel to: Hallowed Ground
Characters: Lois Lane, Dean Winchesters, Chloe Sullivan, Pete Ross, Adam Knight, Wade Mahaney, Jacob Goodnight, and more
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/See No Evil
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: A year has passed since Hope. Lois just wanted to keep an eye on her supposedly healing little cousin. Dean just wanted to check up on the two girls he hasn't been able to put out of his mind. No one really knows what Chloe's really after. But when they're trapped in the decayed Luthor Castle with a murderous lunatic things like that don't really matter
Due to Chapter 7 being too long to post, it will be split in two sections.



Chloe awoke in a white night gown in a room she didn't recognize, the bedroom window having been boarded in and yet broken boards proved that recently they'd been broken outwards. The lights were off and the only reason she could see was because of the candles lit all over the place. It was probably supposed to cast a romantic vibe but they did nothing but freak her more as she sat up in bed and hugged the sheets to her. She searched the darkest corners of the room, terrified, knowing she wasn't alone, and when the shadows shifted and the male appeared it was all she could do to keep from screaming in fear.

"Fear not my child." The teenaged male in whom Preacher Hathaway resided announced as he slowly made his way towards the bed, working on the buttons of his shirt. "Your whole life has been for this purpose."

The fourteen year old pressed up against the headboard, eyes wide in horror, knowing this trapped, prey-like feeling all too well.

Hadn't she felt the same when her mother had tried to kill her?

Twice?

"Where's my cousin?" Her voice wasn't as strong and brave as she would have wanted it to be, the sound instead small and terrified. "What have you done with her? And where's Dean?"

"He's a sturdy thing, I had been sure he'd die, and yet when you finally stopped fighting me and I awoke he was right there, a little pained but otherwise dandy." The man announced as he reached the bed, crawling up on his knees. "His death, and that of the whore, will bring joy to the lord."

Her eyes widened in horror as she suddenly realized what was going on. "You're going to crucify them!"

"Sinners need to hang." He replied, yanking the sheets off of her viciously, leaving her feeling vulnerable and alone. "Only the pure may live in god's kingdom."

"You're sick." She hissed, pressed hard against the headboard.

The preacher didn't answer, only lunged for her.

Throwing herself to the side Chloe tumbled off of the bed to the ground, grunting as she stumbled to her feet. He grabbed her arm and she fought, screaming and clawing and somehow they'd knocked over the side table covered in candles, the flames quickly consuming the bed. He let go of her a second to try and put it out with a large jar of water, and Chloe took the opportunity to make it towards the window. She pulled herself halfway through the window by the time he grabbed her legs once more, pulling her almost completely in, her hands on the window frame the only thing keeping her from being dragged within the now raging inferno.

The door to the room was open and people were yelling, but flames blocked their entrance, his jar of water obviously not having been enough as the wood quickly caught fire with hunger.

"The Lord's work will be done!" Hathaway yelled.

"Screw! You!" Struggling, Chloe freed a foot and slammed it into his face, feeling the bones in his nose crack as he let go with a howl, giving her the chance to pull herself out of the room and onto the roof of the wrap around porch.

The blonde made to jump off but the followers of Preacher Hathaway fanned out beneath her, and she knew that should she jump she would be injured and captured. That didn't bode well for any chance of saving her cousin and Dean.

"The Lord's work WILL be done!" Hathaway yelled as he began to pull himself out of the window.

Screaming, Chloe looked around her before carefully making her way to the side and it was only thanks to the adrenaline in her system that she was able to pull herself up the half-broken trellis to the roof, looking around her, terrified. Beneath her, her feet began to warm uncomfortably as the fire continued to spread in the house below.

And then Preacher Hathaway began climbing up onto the roof.

She was going to die.

A stray tear made its way down her cheek as her heart throbbed in pain.

She didn't want to die.

Waking up with a silent scream Chloe tumbled out of bed and barely managed to grab the trashcan she'd placed there before going to bed, vomiting out the contents of her stomach. Her body shook violently with each heave, and by the time it was over she had only enough strength to lay on the floor next to the trashcan and close her eyes as silent tears made their way down her face. Her body shivered, her mouth was bitter, and her heart hurt. It was only because Lois' bedroom wasn't on the other side of the wall that Chloe allowed herself the freedom of actually sobbing, although even now she did it softly, resting her arm over her eyes as she did so.

It was very rare that she allowed herself this weakness, and even now she felt bad for indulging in this self-pity. She'd survived Hope. She'd survived her mother. How was it then that their memories could hurt her more than the actual events? How could she be so disgustingly weak? Dr. Masters believed that Chloe was the one who was to blame for the most of what was happening to her, that deep down inside she didn't believe that she should have survived, that she didn't deserve it…and that she was subconsciously punishing herself over and over again. If that was so, then Chloe hated herself terribly.

Once the sobs had subsided, the blonde finally sat up, taking in a deep breath as she reached for the bag under the bed, pulling it out. She unzipped it and shuffled within, grabbing a bottle of water and using it to wash out her mouth, spitting into the trashcan before tying the plastic bag to keep the stench from making her queasy.

Putting the bottle of water back into the bag, Chloe reached for the bottle of Grey Goose Adam had gotten for her. She thanked every deity out there for Adam and alcohol as she opened the bottle and took a long gulp. As always it was horrible without another taste to mask it, but after the first couple of gulps came the numbness she needed, sought. It came quicker thanks to her empty stomach, and she welcomed the buzz. The blonde never drank enough to get terribly drunk, couldn't trust herself not to do something to give everything away to Lois if she did, but she knew just how much she could drink so that she was a little more than tipsy and numb to the pain, both mental and physical. Dr. Masters called her behavior as "hiding from the issue", Chloe called it surviving.

Pushing up to her feet, Chloe shook her head, taking another sip before closing the bottle, placing it in the bag, and pushing it under her bed once more. She shivered at the rush down her spine before picking up the bag from the trashcan. There was no way she could sleep with the hint of vomit in the air. At her home she could usually just sneak outside and place the bags in the large garbage containers, but here she'd have to get to the kitchen and place it in the big trash can there.

She considered changing clothes, but figured everyone was either sleeping or screwing right now, so they wouldn't notice her. She stuffed her feet into her slippers and stepped out of the room, wearing only the tight camisole she only wore when sleeping since it was a low cut and showed her scar, and underwear shorts. The blonde stepped out of the room, looking side to side before closing the door behind her. The place was dark, but that was why she'd brought her flashlight along.

Yawning into her hand, Chloe made her way slowly, fighting the aftershocks of terror in her system, reminding herself that it'd only been a dream.

She needed to get over this!

No way was she going to get on the meds people with her issues were slaves to!

She was stronger than this.

She was.

A fly buzzed past her.

Chloe batted it away with her flashlight, not paying much attention to it.

Another fly.

And another.

Eyes widening in realization, Chloe dropped the bag of vomit and crouched down, covering her nose and mouth with her hands seconds before the swarm reappeared, descending on her with fury. She cursed herself for not having changed clothes before coming out, trying to peek out through her slitted eyes yet the flies were relentless as they flew around her, more daring ones landing on her. She shook her head and body, trying to get them off, yet never removing her hands from her face, refusing to let those things close to her mouth and nose. The thought of one flying up her nostril was horrifying.

She needed to get out of here back to the relative safety of her room!

Stumbling to her feet, Chloe pushed forwards before running into a hard body and giving a little cry as the force sent her backwards a couple of steps, forcing the teenager to remove her hands from her face to try keep balance. The flies were still around her, yet not in as thick a formation as before, and those that remained weren't enough to distract the blonde as her wide-eyed gaze fixed on the shadow-covered figure before her. She couldn't really make out who he was or what he really looked like in the darkness, but she knew without a doubt that he wasn't one of the people who'd come to this place with her.

He was someone else.

And he was huge.

A part of her wondered in horror if he was the one who'd watched her bathe earlier on.

The teen opened her mouth to scream but his large hand wrapped around the bottom of her face, completely covering her mouth and sealing any noise as he roughly twirled her around and slammed her back against the wall, keeping her pinned there with just one hand.

This man was strong.

Inhumanly so.

His other hand reached out and his large, clumsy, calloused fingers pressed uncomfortably hard against the intersecting scars over her chest. His head tilted as he observed them in what seemed like a mixture of fascination and reverence.

She scratched at the hand holding her, trying to scream at the top of her lungs and yet no sound escaped his hold. Finally she bit down on the meat of his palm, teeth sinking in and drawing blood.

A half choked snarl escaped his lips as he pulled his hand free long enough for her to let out a loud scream. Before she could let out another the man yanked her away from the wall only to shove her head back harder, her knees buckling at the blinding pain that spread through her. Darkness began to spot in her vision as strength left her body. Her eyes rolled back, and the last thing she remembered before blacking out was being thrown over his shoulder and disappearing into all-consuming blackness.


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