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The New Circle 80/? 
29th-Aug-2013 12:52 am

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!

It had been subtle at first, Chloe attributing it to stress, but as the days had turned to weeks, the blonde realized that the gaps were getting larger and larger and she knew that it couldn't be natural. There was no way that she could blame stress for her blurry confusion on whether Cassie was blonde or a redhead, or if Diana was younger than Byron, or whether it was Mikhail or Lucas who was actually her brother. She could see Whitney battling the same symptoms whenever she'd ask him to clarify something for her; it was in the way he'd hesitate for a second, how his blues would narrow for a moment, his lips pull in a thin line before he'd answer. It was Granny, Chloe was sure of it. The old woman was Rao's right hand, his most faithful and one of his most powerful servants, his most zealous follower. Chloe had seen the woman's talents at work and knew that the woman with the deceptively sweet personality was smart enough to know not to outright wipe Chloe or Whitney's memory, the agony of it would give it away. No. She was somehow slowly messing with their minds, with their memories, targeting specifics ones, specific people.

Chloe could barely remember her father. Her real father. Gabe. She clung to one memory, the last memory she had left of him, the only one that hadn't been taken. She was terrified of what would happen to her, to the real her, when and if that memory was stolen. Gabe Sullivan was the reason she was the person she was today and if she couldn't remember him or the lessons he'd taught her… She was terrified of what she could become.

Every day the Omega symbols slowly grew more prominent on her palms, and the more they appeared, the worse her memory grew, the blonde wondering if somehow their appearance made Granny's ability to remove her memories stronger. It made no sense though. She was the damned Firstborn! She should be stronger than Granny Goodness! Unless Granny Goodness was channeling magic from Rao himself... Which she probably was, now that Chloe thought about it. It would make sense. He'd want Chloe not to have any ties to anyone else, seeing them as threats. Hadn't Francis said that that was why Gabe had been killed? Because Rao had seen him as a threat? Rao hadn't been able to corrupt the man, so he'd killed him.

The only reason Chloe wasn't fighting this harder was out of fear, not for herself but for her friends and family. If she fought it harder, Rao might (rightfully) see her connection to them as a threat and kill them as he had her father. She'd prefer to forget them and for them to live their lives than to remember them and for the psychopath to murder each and every one of them just to remove an obstacle from his path. And she knew that the telepath, Granny Goodness, could read that in her mind and that through her, Rao Darkseid would know that. She didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"What are we doing?" Chloe wanted to know, looking around the completely black and empty room, uneasy as she sat opposite Rao, Indian Style.

Rao sat as if meditating, his eyes closed, his hands resting on his knees, head tilted back slightly. "We are going to connect with your prophet."

Chloe frowned at him. "I don't have a prophet." In fact, she wasn't quite sure she knew what he was referring to, because she doubted he was referring to the Biblical prophet.

His eyes remained closed, his expression lax. "Of course you do."

"I think I would remember having a prophet." She leveled him with a glare. "My memory mightn't be what it used to, but a prophet is something that a girl would find hard to forget."

He extended hi

s fingers out towards her.

Chloe's eyes shut against their will, the girl whimpering at the pain as her body was forcefully aligned to mimic his, the back of her hands resting on her knees, her palms upwards.

"I will not tolerate disobedience, Chloe, nor will I accept anything less than total effort on your part. I do not expect perfect results to begin with, but I expect complete and utter dedication from you. If I do not sense your commitment to this, I will punish you as I expect better from you." Rao spoke calmly, his magic suffocating around her. "Do you understand this?

She nodded. "Yes." The magic lifted, the girl able to breathe freely once more, taking in a deep breath, keeping her eyes closed.

"Good." Rao cleared his throat. "Now concentrate on your prophet."

"I'm not trying to be disobedient, believe me I'm not." Chloe kept her eyes closed. "But I don't have a prophet, and if I do have one, it's somehow skipped my notice."

There was a pause and then Rao groaned. "You have turned out more Hibbins than anticipated."

Chloe frowned, realizing he'd just severely insulted her in his books.

"Keep your eyes closed and blank your mind, imagine this room but without us in it," Rao ordered. "Once you have been able to at least accomplish that much, let me know."

The condescending tone made her teeth clench and she wanted to smack the hell out of him, but she realized that it wasn't as easy as she'd thought it was. Try as she might, she really couldn't imagine this room without them in it and that was annoying the hell out of her! And the more annoyed she got, the more cluttered the room started to get. Chloe clenched her fists (which really should have remained relaxed and open), trying to remove the clutter in her mind but instead of getting rid of the junk in the imagined room, things kept on piling up.

Symbols and sigils appeared, blood red and glowing fiercely as they ripped through the smooth ceiling, walls, and floors, causing cracks to appear all over.

Exotic, night blossoming flowers with spiked, venom-covered thorns began to appear through the cracks, growing throughout the room. Some of the flowers were living flames, others were frozen.

Water began to trickle upwards from the cracks in the ceiling, collecting in what was slowly forming into what was looking like a black lake of water, a creature with a spiked fin swimming in the murky water.

The Omega symbols in her palms throbbed, Chloe feeling somewhat disoriented, a part of her forgetting what exactly she was supposed to be doing as her green gaze noticed a butterfly with dragon eyes on its wings flying around the room.


There'd been something about butterflies...

But what?

The butterfly suddenly gave violent jerks in mid-air, the sound of skin tearing echoing throughout the room before it was ripped apart before her very eyes and its remains tumbled to the ground, disappearing into one of the many cracks in the ground.

Chloe swayed, feeling ill.

Suddenly, a roar shook the room and a clawed arm reached out from where the butterfly had disappeared, a monstrous being slowly yanking itself from the crack, this fanged, horrifying beast bearing the same dragon eyes that had been on the butterfly's wings. It wasn't like anything she'd seen before, an amalgamation of a million different sorts of medieval monsters piled into one horrifying creature, seeming to grow larger and larger as it took each breath, the room seeming to grow larger with it, expanding exponentially until there was no end to it, like the galaxy.

The creature moved towards Chloe, staring straight into her eyes, its breath on her face, blowing her hair back.

This was one seriously realistic hallucination she was having!

She turned to Rao to tell him that she wasn't messing this up on purpose, that something was obviously going wrong, maybe it was something she'd eaten – only to find that he wasn't there.

Chloe's eyes widened and her heart raced in terror as she slowly returned her attention back to the humongous monster. "This isn't my imagination anymore, is it?"

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There was no denying that the Seventh was free, or that he existed for that matter.

Janus had confessed that he'd helped Lionel Luthor and John Balcoin set Rao Darkseid free from the Shadow Realm he'd been held captive in for so long, and that the Seventh had been walking amongst them for years. The Three who'd been in the dark about this were in an uproar, knowing they weren't safe now that Darkseid was unleashed upon the earth, and yet there really wasn't much that could be done. The Originals had only been able to trap Rao through deception, and it was only due to their immense powers as Originals. There was very little that could be done now. Everyone knew this. Especially Rao. This was something that filled everyone with dread.

Rao was starting to make his presence known in the magical community, the Omega symbol appearing in gathering places everywhere. His followers, who called themselves his "faithful", spoke about their "Master" and "Lord" and his return to power. They spoke about Rao Darkseid and how he would do away with the Six betrayers, how he'd make all those who'd betrayed him suffer a hundred times worse than what he had, and that he'd become the One, how he could become the One without affecting the balance of magic. His followers promised those who took his mark as theirs, those who pledged themselves to Darkseid, would be under his protection and wouldn't have their magic affected, wouldn't suffer along with the others when he brought his retribution upon the Houses of the Six. They'd be welcomed into the Darkseid House with opened arms as one of their own.

It was a call to War, to choose sides.

"She's okay, Diana." Adam rested his hand on Diana's shoulder, the girl staring out of the window by the front door. "She's obviously valuable to him. She's okay."

"She's not okay, Adam." Diana sent him a harsh look, the brunette trembling. "My Eye of Ra might be fading but I can feel it. She's not okay." She licked her lips, obviously doing her best to keep from crying, returning her dark gaze out the window as she hugged herself. "Something's very wrong. And I'm not talking about the fact that she's being kept by that psychopath! Something, at this very second, is very wrong."

Adam frowned. "You can still feel her?"

"Sometimes, very faintly, when something's incredibly wrong," Diana whispered, tapping her foot in nerves. "A part of me is so relieved because it lets me know that, even if faintly, we're still connected. But I'm terrified because I know that she's in danger; something horrible is happening to her."

Adam tightened his grip on her shoulder. "This is Chloe we're talking about. She's going to be fine. We should be worried about whatever she's up against."

"No." Diana shook her head, brushing the pad of her palm against her eyes. "I'm worried about her." Her voice cracked as she returned to hugging herself tightly. "I'm so worried about her, it hurts." Her whole body trembled. "I want her back."

Adam watched her awkwardly, obviously not sure what in the world to do.

Diana lowered her gaze, an odd expression on her face. "Can I tell you something and you promise not to tell anyone?"

The older guy nodded, eager to help in any way. "Sure."

"I'm tempted," Diana whispered. "Very tempted."

Adam blinked, tilting his head to the side. "To do what?"

Diana licked her lips, turning to face him. "To take the mark."

Adam's eyes widened in horror. "You can't be serious!"

"Why not?" Diana asked, looking away.

"Because Rao Darkseid is evil and wants your family dead? He wants us all dead?" Adam asked with stark confusion, throwing his hands in the air. "Probably after a good dose of torture?"

"Not if we take the mark!" Diana frowned. "And if I did, maybe he'd let me see Chloe! I need to know that she's okay, Adam! I'm desperate! I can't just stand here and not do anything! I can't – I just can't-!"

Adam reached out and grabbed Diana by her shoulders, staring at her eyes. "Diana." He took in a deep breath. "You can't seriously think that joining the Dark Side is the answer when you haven't even given Pete a chance."

"Pete?" Diana raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" She shrugged off his touch angrily, desperately. "The Caves crumbled in on themselves yesterday, Adam. No one can enter them anymore. Not even theyaccepted him as the First!" She threw her hands in the air. "And what has he done since he's been back? Nothing! He can't remember anything beyond the torture and Chloe forcing him to take on her responsibility as the head of the Balcoin Clan! There's nothing that any of them can remember that can give us any idea of where they were being kept or how to track them down or anything that is remotely useful! Not only that, but they're so weak from the torture, they can't exactly do anything! And!" She grabbed at her hair in near desperation. "The Balcoin Book of Shadows won't open for him. Adam! IT WON'T OPEN FOR HIM! He tried forcing it open AND IT CAUGHT ON FIRE!" She was in near hysterics, the girl having been holding everything in for too long, beginning to pace. "He's a nice guy, okay, and I get that this isn't his fault. I get that. I get that he didn't steal this position or power or anything from Chloe like Mikhail and Lucas want to believe. I get that. And I understand that if she hadn't forced him to leave, he would have stayed there with her, that he doesn't want her there, that he's just as worried about her as we are, that he loves her, that she's his sister too. I get all of that. I think I get that better than any of our other siblings do. I think I'm the only one that realizes that he's our brother and she's his sister as well." She stared at Adam hard so that he could get that yes, she did get all of this before she continued on. "But Pete doesn't want to be the First, resents the position, and you know what? It shows and I think the Caves, the Book of Shadows, and we all can feel it!" She collapsed to her knees on the ground, hiding her face in her hands. "I want my sister back." She hunched over, shoulders shaking as she cried. "I want my family back."

Adam gulped, obviously uncomfortable and unsure of how to proceed, before clearing his throat and sighing as he knelt down, hesitating before engulfing her in an awkward hug. "It'll work out somehow, Diana. It will. My family is helping. Everyone's helping. You guys aren't alone." He pulled away when his phone rang with a text message, the guy checking it as he cleared his throat and ruffled her hair awkwardly. "So, uh, chin up. Everything will be fine. I need to, uh, check on something. You just, sit down, and smile. It'll be fine." Adam gave her a smile before leaving through the front door.

Diana slowly stood, wiping her eyes as she watched him jump into his car before speeding away, the brunette throwing herself into the bay window and leaning her forehead against the glass as she closed her eyes.

"Did you really mean that or were you just in the middle of a nervous breakdown?" a voice asked behind her.

Diana jerked, eyes wide as she turned to see Faye leaning with her hip in the doorway. "What?"

Faye chewed on some bubblegum, arms folded over her chest as she eyed Diana thoughtfully, eyes lined and shadowed darkly as she blew and popped her gum before speaking once more. "Did you really mean what you said to Adam before?"

A little uneasy, Diana stood, rubbing her arm. "Which part?"

"The part where you said you were thinking about taking the mark." Faye eyed her suspiciously. "I think we should know if you're about to turn loose canon on us."

Diana flinched, looking away. "You're right. You should know." She took in a deep breath. "I might."

Faye eyed her with narrowed hazel eyes, chewing on her gum, blowing a bubble and then popping it as she eyed the girl thoughtfully, before shrugging. "Good, I need a stake out partner."

Diana blinked, turning her dark gaze on the other girl. "Stake out partner?"

"I've found out where some of these 'faithfuls' are having a secret meeting for potential initiates and your genuine interest could come in handy in case they have some sort of sniffer or something," Faye announced, hands on her hips. "Be ready to sneak out tonight at midnight and wear something culty."

"Culty?" Diana blinked.

"I don't know. Black?" Faye shrugged, turning as she moved to go up the stairs. "I don't think I have to tell you to keep this between the two of us."

Diana watched Faye as the girl ascended the steps. "So you were going to go to this thing by yourself?"

Faye paused and looked down at her. "Yes."

"Why?" Diana frowned.

Faye sighed, turning around to face the other girl. "Diana, Diana, Diana." Faye tilted her head to the side. "How can I be a part of Chloe's Circle if I can't even figure out where she is?" Her eyes widened slightly. "Obviously I need to weasel my way in and find out where she is through these loser dork faithfuls."

Diana eyed Faye silently for a second, frowning softly. "But she's not the Balcoin Firstborn anymore, Faye." Her frown grew. "Shouldn't you be trying to get into Pete's Circle? He's the First now."

Faye snorted. "Are you kidding me? The Book of Shadows caught on fire when he tried opening it." The girl rolled her eyes, single dimple deep. "How I see it, everyone and everything that matters still see Chloe as Firstborn, and so do I." That dimple went deeper, her smirk wider. "And even if she's not the Balcoin leader anymore, she's still going to be the leader of her own Circle, isn't she?" Faye shrugged. "Just going to have a different symbol." And with that, she turned and continued walking away.

Diana watched Faye until the girl disappeared, doubt beginning to fill her as to whether Faye's original reason for going to this potential meeting had actually been a stake out as she'd made it out to be, or if she, as Diana, had been tempted to take the mark, but was too proud to admit it.

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"He's known as Bruno "Ugly" Mannheim, a mobster and owner of the Metropolis "Ace of Clubs", which he took over after killing its previous owner, Ron Milano," Trent announced, pulling up the file on the main screen of the computer next to the drawing Chloe and Whitney had compiled together of the man they'd seen at the "after party from hell" that Chloe had wanted more information on. More information on Brino Mannheim appeared on the other nineteen screens in John's room, Lucas and Mikhail drawing closer. "Apparently he also has his hands in the production of counterfeit money."

"So basically, he's an all-round nice guy," Lucas smart-mouthed.

Everyone ignored him.

Trent continued typing, windows opening to reveal more and more information on Bruno. "He's the leader of a criminal organization known as Intergang, a position that affords him vast resources which he uses to control much of the underworld. He is amoral and has no convictions, no conscience, no problems using or hurting innocent people for his own means. He's in direct competition with Byron's uncle, Morgan Edge. The turf wars are getting bloodier and bloodier, but the only person that Bruno Mannheim fears, admires, is desperate to please... feels anything for, if my sources can be trusted, is his Master and benefactor." A quick movement of Trent's fingers against the keyboard brought up a picture of Bruno walking down the street with a dignified looking gentleman in an expensive business suit. "Meet Rao Darkseid."

Silence fell upon the group as they finally got a view of the man behind the symbol that was being burnt and plastered everywhere in the magical community.

Mikhail finally broke the silence, fingertips touching. "I expected... more."

"Tails and horns at least," Lucas agreed sourly. "We can take gramps on."

Grant frowned, leaning closer to the screen. "I know this club. John had us scope it out. Don't you remember?"

Mikhail turned to him. "John did what?"

Brent blinked before nodding. "That's right! Brendan, don't you remember? You were hitting on that redhead the whole night!"

"Yeah." Brendan glared at Brent. "The redhead that none of you were good enough to tell me was a guy!"

"Well if you couldn't figure that out on your own, you deserved the surprise at the end of the night." Brent snorted.

Grant eyed them before shaking his head and turning to Mikhail. "John used to keep files on this guy somewhere. He was researching him, I don't know why though."

"If John was researching him, those files should be on the hard drive somewhere." Trent pulled up a new window, beginning to type in some new commands. "And if they're here, I'll find them."

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Something was being killed somewhere close by, too close for her comfort. Chloe was hiding in some bushes, her body scratched, bruised, her clothes torn, and she'd lost a shoe somewhere but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she'd lost that thing. She had. She had. Closing her eyes, Chloe hugged herself as she curled into a ball, trying to drown out the sounds of the creature screaming in agony as it was devoured alive somewhere way too close to her. What was it? What had attacked it? Was it that huge creature? Where was she? Where was Rao? What was going on? Was this another dream? Was this another part of the complex again?

A vine curled around her ankles and gave a vicious tug, the girl only able to scream before she was yanked through the ground rapidly towards only the gods knew where. She turned, trying to dig her nails in the ground, but she couldn't get a good hold. Her skin was scraping on the stones, the blonde crying out in pain as she turned on her back and reached out her hand, concentrating on the vines, a cry of relief escaping her lips when suddenly they erupted in flames, a shriek echoing in the air somewhere when it did.

Pushing to her feet, Chloe started running in the opposite direction as fast as she could, not sure what she was running away from or where exactly would be safe but desperate to be as far away from that vine thing as possible. It was only when she was out of breath that she stopped and remembered her shield, the blonde feeling like a fool as she brought it up immediately and caught her breath, falling to the ground. She knew she couldn't keep the shield up indefinitely and that she'd grow tired, but for now, as she hugged her knees to her chest, she was safe.

As she sat there, various monsters made their presence known, coming upon her, curious. Some attacked her, some were just curious, and some seemed scared even. It gave her a good chance to see what she was up against in this nightmarish land though, the blonde horrified each and every time she caught a glimpse of a new being. What sort of horrible place was this and why was she here? What could she have ever done to deserve to be here? And how could she go back home? She tried imagining the black room once more but nothing. No reverse meditation was working. She was good and stuck. Great. Just great.

That was when she began to wonder if maybe she was supposed to be here. Maybe this was supposed to happen. Maybe this was a test. Maybe this was the Darkseid version of the Balcoins Trials. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense, the blonde narrowing her eyes. There had to be something about this place that she had to learn about. Maybe she had to survive this place for a couple of days. Maybe that was it. Or maybe she was supposed to kill one of the creatures. That could be it too.

There was only one way to find out.

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe stood and took down the shield.

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"Where is she?" Whitney snarled, the design on his palm throbbing viciously as he stormed into the room, feeling something within him trying to tear free. He could feel a viciousness inside of himself that he couldn't understand, had only tasted once before – that night the men of Smallville had attacked Chloe outside the Bleeding Caves. Like then, he could taste her spilt blood in his mouth and it was driving him into some sort of blood frenzy, the Quarterback driving back the two men who'd rushed towards him, easily sending them flying away from him and into the walls as he stormed towards where Rao stood, Granny and Desaad on his either side. "Where. Is. She?"

"You dare enter these chambers unsummoned?" Desaad snarled, stepping forwards. "You dare speak to our Lord in such a tone? You dare-!?"

Whitney reached out, barely realizing his nails resembled claws as they closed around Desaad's throat, the Quarterback lifting Desaad into the air, dangling him off of his feet and cutting him off. The taste of Chloe's blood was getting thicker in Whitney's mouth, driving him more insane, the blonde catching a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror behind Rao, realizing that his eyes were burning infernally red, just like the mark on his palm and the one on his elbow. He tightened his grip on Desaad's neck, hearing bones beginning to crack. "Where. Is. She?"

Granny Goodness stepped forwards.

Rao lifted his hand, stopping her. "Put him down. You cannot help her by hurting him. You cannot join her by hurting him." Rao eyed Whitney. "I had not realized your importance to her. I'd assumed you were a mere faithful, a minion, but you're a Sanguine."

Whitney dropped Desaad.

"Taste her blood, do you? Can you feel it being spilt? Does it drive you insane? Every drop makes your eyes go a little bit redder with rage. Does it take a little bit more of your control away?" Rao eyed him curiously, fascinated. "Do you know how rare Sanguines are?"

"Do you know how little I care?" Whitney snarled, coming to face Rao. The pupils of his eyes barely visible as he flinched, the metallic taste in his mouth growing. He licked his lips, trying to get rid of the taste, clenching his fists tightly. "I don't want to ask you again."

Rao smiled before backhanding Whitney with enough force to send the Quarterback flying hard against the door. "Remember who you are talking to, Sanguine."

Whitney groaned, picking himself up from the ground, bruised but not beaten.

"My daughter seems completely unable to contact her prophet, and yet she's unknowingly mastered an art I had not expected to teach her yet." Rao did not seem pleased at all, his eyes narrowed on Whitney. "She has gone some place I need you to retrieve her from before she is killed."

"What are you talking about?" Whitney wiped at the blood from his lip, blues narrowed on Rao. "If you know where she is, and that she's in danger, why don't you go and get her yourself?"

"Don't question the Master!" Granny Goodness snapped. "Do as you're told!"

"While you stand here and question, Our Lady's life is in danger." Desaad coughed.

Whitney ignored them, blues on Rao, waiting for an answer.

"I am a busy man, Sanguine. I can not be expected to go traipsing after my inept daughter every time she does something she wasn't supposed to do and gets herself into trouble because of it." Rao clasped his hands behind his back. "Granny Goodness and Desaad will brief you on what has happened and how to get to the portal that will take you to the dimension that she has somehow managed to transport herself to without the key or the intervention of two other witches. A feat which was supposedly impossible."

"Wait, she's in another dimension?" Whitney's eyes widened in horror.

"Yes." Rao's face went grave. "One I know all too well, and it is because of this that I can assure you that you should hurry or you'll grow more accustomed to the taste of her blood."

That's when realization hit Whitney like a ton of bricks.

Somehow, Chloe had managed to get herself stuck in Rao's prison, the Shadow Realm.

29th-Aug-2013 08:40 am (UTC)
Well shit!! Poor Chloe can't go a day without getting into trouble. And how the hell did she manage to get sent to Rao's prison?
And what exactly is a Sanguine??
What trouble are Faye and Diana going to get into??
Lol at the book of shadows catching on fire when Pete tried opening it. And Faye is very correct everyone and everything still considers Chloe as the balcoin firstborn.
Like always I need MORE!!
29th-Aug-2013 07:46 pm (UTC) - This chapter made me write my first review
And what exactly is a Sanguine??

I tried searching online and all I got was stuff about the card game Magic and Greek/ Catholic temperaments.

I went back through the chapters to find Whitney's blood lust (ch. 26). Last time he didn't remember his actions clearly. This time he seems to remember. So that's new. I'm guessing their bond is stronger.

So, um, Hi. I really should have reviewed before. I do love Shadowglove's stories. I'm kinda thinking I should go back and review every chapter.

But this chapter is just so incredible, I had to share my thoughts.

First, is my little theory that Pete's Dark Magic hasn't activated yet? I think that Francis created the Bleeding Caves with the Darkseid magic. Since Pete isn't "awake" to that power yet, that's why they collapsed. I mean, we still haven't seen the original Balcoin caves right (ch. 75)? They could still be standing. And the book is probably not recognizing him for the same reason. He has Balcoin blood, but after centuries of Darkseid magic mixed with it...well the book doesn't recognize a Balcoin without Darkseid magic activated.

Second, so Chloe can teleport, on her own, to other realms. Most importantly the prison realm. This might be the solution. Re-imprisoning Rao is the most likely option, since we're not sure killing is an option. Even if Chloe is heir to the Darkseid Line, would the other originals want to have a seventh family running around? I don't think they saw her as a conquering maniac type when she was the head of the Balcoins. But if they saw her as head Darkseid with the ability to eliminate the other six and become the One, they might want to imprison her with her dad, which would make me curl into a ball and weep for awhile. So, Chloe either proves she's not her Darkseid father (hard to believe with her avatar as a huge scary dragon) and head a seventh family or she goes back to being the Balcoin leader.

Speaking of Dads... Third, forgetting Gabe. Oh no! He is one of my favorite characters in Smallville. And, where are the rest of his family to serve the Balcoins? I didn't really understand how Chloe was related to Lois Lane (kinda stopped watching Smallville long before it was off the air). Gabe's or Moira's side? Either way, how are they not involved in this new fight? Unless, Sam Lane is a Darkseid minion?

Four, Moira, I think she's going to be key to winning. She did the research. We had hints along the way (Too lazy to cite chapters). The problem is, She's been touched/possessed by Rao. Crap! So can we trust her? Ch. 60, Chloe absorbed the dark magic out of her. Maybe that took Rao's mind locator link off her? Moira did claim Chloe in a way with her bite mark. I'm guessing all Chloe has to do is claim Moira.

Five and mostly last, other potential key players, Lex and Jason. I'm pretty sure Davis is compromised and on Rao's list of minions. So, we've got these two Luthor Circle members. We still don't know what Lionel or the other guy Janus got out of their deal, but I'm betting Lex and Jason have targets on their backs. Lionel doesn't seem the type of guy to protect his kids or their circle, ex. Tess's torture for a fake deal with John Balcoin. I can't get a feel for what Lex is up to (searching for Swans, but surely he's heard about Rao by now and will change focus), but I'm getting the feeling that Jason will be coming through for Chloe. Maybe, he'll be the one to find Moira.

SEE! My mind is racing.

Oh, and I have to say, Van's involvement in the Legend of the Seeker dream (Ch. 52) set me on high alert for his role in the whole plot. But he's been largely ignored since the Dawn used by Brent storyline. I also have to add, I got curious enough about Legend of the Seeker, after reading about it here, to check it out on Netflix. I didn't get very far, and I thought the book might be better. So I bought the first book in the series. I've read the first three pages, but it ain't Shadowglove's work.

Ok, I've said my bit.
31st-Aug-2013 06:18 am (UTC) - Re: This chapter made me write my first review

Sanguine will be explained later... Will leave you all in suspense for a while longer! :p

Something like that. They're bond is stronger, and their magic is stronger as well. \

Hey back at you! Thanks for taking the time and writing the review!

1) That was a very good theory! I have tried adding more to this but each and every time I do I give away too much one way or the other plot-wise so all I can say is nothing.

2) Yes, Chloe can teleport. On her own. To the prison world. *leaves it at that with a grin*

3) Gabe. Yes. I love him too :( He was the last of his line, they were killed off with the Balcoins they were protecting. Chloe was related to Lois through her mother, so Lois' mother was a Hibbins.

4) Moira. Again. Can't comment. :p

5) We should be hearing from both Lex, Jason and Davis in the future, as they still are on their own little missions. We haven't seen the last of the boys, that's all I can say.

6) We also haven't seen the last of Van... just thought I should add that in since you mentioned him afterwards as well. There will also be other characters that were mentioned earlier on that haven't been mentioned for a while that should be making reappearances, so keep an eye out for them in upcoming chapters! :)

7) Sorry you didn't like the television series---hopefully you like the book series more!!!!!!!

Thanks once again for taking time out and leaving a comment :)
31st-Aug-2013 06:04 am (UTC)
No she can't! It's a rule that I'm sure is written somewhere!
That would be telling. And you know I'm evil and I don't tell :p
Lots of trouble :p
Yus! And it's far from the last bit of trouble poor Petey is going to have!!!!
31st-Aug-2013 04:36 am (UTC)
my, only chloe can bring herself in a situation like that....
i'm really glad whitney is there, even if he goes crazy with bloodlust....
i just can't see how she will get out of raos clutches... he seems sooo strong, overpowering, with people like granny by his side....
it's epic, your story!!!
31st-Aug-2013 06:19 am (UTC)
Seriously! She's cursed!
He's strong though...
Granny... old but powerful...
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