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The New Circle 83A/? 
2nd-Sep-2013 09:32 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!

There was something else inside the fog.

It took him a while to realize it, but Whitney did. He wasn't sure what it was or how he could be so sure that this other figure wasn't just another of the monsters that seemed to have congregated in some sort of black mass around the circle of flames that was the only thing keeping them from attacking him and Chloe, but he was sure that there was something else out there. It was a different sort of being from the baser creatures, a much more intelligent one, watching and observing, calculating. He felt cold chills race down his spine, unconsciously taking a step backwards so that he was pressed against the bubble, both protectively and so that he could feel connected to the girl inside somehow, so that he could remind himself that he wasn't truly alone inside this hellhole.

Tasting blood, Whitney turned his head only slightly, hearing her cry as her body arched in a spasm once more, another blood covered butterfly crawling its way out of her mouth.

The boy narrowed his eyes and slammed his fist backwards into the bubble.

Suddenly, Chloe shot up into a sitting position and began to scream.

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"How do we know this isn't a trap?" Cassie wanted to know, pacing the room they'd been brought to before being brought up to speed on what had happened to Chloe since she'd been in Rao's "care". The youngest blonde Balcoin stared at Rao's host suspiciously. "How do we know that this isn't just some trap to get us stuck in your old prison so you can sit back and laugh with your buddies at how stupid we are?"

Rao, or well, Bruno, seemed highly annoyed. "I am in the middle of planning a war, little girl. I don't have the time to play tricks."

"He has a point," Greg announced, hands folded over his chest.

"You're a part of his daughter's crew." Diana took Cassie's side on this. "He wants you and Faye alive. Me and Cassie? Not so much."

"So if he wants Greg and me to go as well, it goes to show that this is probably not a trap," Faye reasoned, turning to Bruno, taking in a deep breath, lips twisted. "So you're saying she did a Legend of the Seeker but instead of just mentally moving, she physically did it."

He eyed her for a moment before nodding.

"Sorta like when Lionel was torturing me." Faye worried her bottom lip, turning to Greg. "We thought she was only able to teleport to where I was because it was her body and she was in mine… But if what he's saying is true, then it's an ability she has and she's just teleported into Alcatraz."

"How is that even possible? Wasn't all entry and exit from that place sealed tight?" Cassie wanted to know. "It took our father, Lionel Luthor and Janus La Fay working together to open the lock long enough to sneak in to see you."

A muscle jumped in Rao's cheek. "That's something I would like to know myself."

The teenagers shared an uneasy look at that bit of information.

"Why doesn't she just teleport herself out?" Diana wanted to know, eyes narrowed on Rao. "From what we've been told about that place, it's some desolate place, right? If she can somehow bypass the security keeping people in and out of the place, then why is she still there? Why is Whitney having such a hard time getting her out? Why do you need us to go in there to get her?"

Faye's eyes narrowed. "She's right. Adam's dad told us that the Shadow Realm was basically Solitary Confinement. A place where you could be by yourself and reflect on all you had done so you could change your ways and repent." She took a step forwards. "I know boredom can kill you, but you wouldn't send in reinforcements for that."

Cassie eyed Rao nervously. "What aren't we being told?"

Greg tilted his head, observing the host. "It isn't Solitary Confinement, is it? There are other things there."

"I don't have to explain myself to a bunch of children," Rao hissed. "But I will tell you this." He came closer, eyeing the four. "You think you know the truth, but you know nothing. About the Six. About magic. About true darkness. About anything." His voice slowly changed, almost sounding demonic, his eyes shifting, his presence almost overwhelming, terrifying the teens as his pupils bled black and the whites went red. "The Shadow Realm, it's far from Solitary Confinement as you were led to believe. It might seem that at first, but it's a gateway to innumerable nightworlds and once the darkness that resides there latches onto you…" He chuckled, his eyes, voice and energy returning to normal as he straightened his clothes and his hair. "It sucks out any light that might have ever existed, craving it for its own."

Diana's eyes widened.

Cassie stepped forwards. "Chloe."

"Fine." Faye tapped her foot against the floor. "You've obviously convinced them. So how do you send us to this hellhole, how do we find Chloe and Whitney, and how do we all get back here?"

An odd look crossed his gaze before he nodded. "I have the key that can open the rift to send you four there, and once you're in there, you'll easily find her. You have the prophet, you know her energy, and you have the cyclops, who can see." Rao stepped closer. "I will open the rift every day for three days. If I do not see you after the third day, I will not open it afterwards because if I do, more of those things will be attracted to the rift and will try to enter this world."

"So you'd trap us in that world without a way out," Greg announced.

"Without hesitation."

Greg eyed him before shrugging, secretly pressing send on the phone in his pocket. "Okay, just wanted clarification." He took in a deep breath, hoping that the phone wouldn't later come back with an error message saying that the recorded message was too long to send to Mikhail. "Let's get started."

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The bubble of darkness came down, but Whitney wasn't celebrating any time soon, the witch keeping his eyes narrowed on the petite girl standing numbly, staring unseeingly ahead of her. He cast a glance towards the fog around them before carefully making his way towards her. She looked as if she was in some sort of sleepwalking trance and yet Whitney highly doubted that that was what was happening here. He batted away the bloody butterflies still perched on her hair like morbid, living ornaments, before going to stand in front of her, the Quarterback bending down enough to stare into her eyes, seeing nothing in those greens. They were vacant. No one home.

Great. Just… great.


Nothing, not even a twitch.

Whitney risked cupping her face. She was horribly cold to the touch. "Chloe."


"Chloe, you can't just give in." He glared at her. "You've been through worse than this, you-!"

Suddenly one of the creatures roared, charging the fire, flying through the flames, its considerably large bulk coming crashing down on the unprepared witch.

As Whitney turned around, trying to put his hands up to try and protect them somehow, cursing himself for having let himself get so off-guard, his blues widened as the large monster froze mere inches from his face. The surprise was reflected in the monster's face as it stared down at him, trying to move, but couldn't, and then suddenly a roar of agony escaped it as large and deep slashes began to appear all throughout its body. The attack was brutal, vicious, the creature's intestines and organs dropping out of its body as it remained suspended in the air, the creature long dead before it dropped, causing the ground to tremble.

Whitney's eyes widened, wiping away the blood splatter from his face in confusion. "What the-?" He turned, trying to figure what had happened when he caught sight of Chloe, still seeming in the trance but her eyes now bled completely black.

Her lips were twisted in a little smile, blood splattered on her face.

Whitney frowned, turning to her. "Chloe?"

Again, no reaction, almost as if she didn't even know he was there.

His gaze went down to her palms, to where the Omega symbol was becoming more defined.

Chloe turned her back towards him, eyeing the fog.

"Chloe, please." Whitney made to go after her.

"I wouldn't do that," an unexpected voice announced.

"Thank the gods." Whitney closed his eyes in relief, turning around to see Chloe's mirror image, who was wearing a jumper dress and heels this time. "Where have you been?"

"Hey, it hasn't been easy for me either, you know." Scales frowned at him, hands on her hips. "Do you know how hard it was before, having to deal with Francis' and John's magic still not a hundred percent joined to me? It's like dealing with two bitchy, opinionated old women all the time! At least with sleepy head dormant, I could deal with them, you know? But now that someone's gone and awoken thatsleeping dragon, I have been up to here having to deal with complaints and mutiny and a certain someone who thinks they are the dominant power even though I have obviously been around here muchlonger. I don't care if her Balcoin symbols are gone, I am not getting absorbed into someone else; they are gonna get absorbed into me. I'M the accepted reflection for Odin's sake! ME! That means her overallmagic! Not just the Balcoin! Someone is just going to have to accept that damned fact and stop being a damned whiny bitch!" She folded her arms over her chest and tapped her heels angrily. "So I do notneed you adding to my problems, Whitney Fordman."

He backed down, he knew better than to make any version of Chloe pissed off at him. "Sorry, didn't mean to."

She glared at him, before shaking her head. "I know that." Chloe's magic sighed. "Sorry for snapping at you."

"No problem." Whitney sighed, before frowning. "Why is there an issue about you getting absorbed though? Every witch who has two parents who are witches have two different magics in them. That shouldn't be an issue."

"It is if you're the Firstborn of a Six." Scales ran her hand over her hair. "You represent that House, that Clan, not any other, so once you take on that responsibility…"

Whitney frowned. "I see."

"Yeah." Scales nodded. "So once Chloe's Darkseid magic fully awakens, both her Balcoin and Darkseid magic will become one and this Bitch and I are going to have a Battle Royale on our hands inside her to see who gets to remain as the reflection." She grinned. "It'll see that I'm the recognized power though. I'm totally gonna skin her ass and make myself some Jimmy Choos."

Whitney had to smile at her confidence. "I'm rooting for you."

"You better." Scales scoffed, before taking in a deep breath. "Because that's her in charge right now and let's face it, she's not a full-functioning, well rounded human being. She's psychotic at best. I mean, look at her. She's got no style. No grace. No form."

Whitney turned to watch Chloe as the ink black eyed girl moved as close to the flames as she could possibly get without burning herself, staring past the fire at the monsters on the other side.

Chloe tilted her head to the left, then she tilted it to the right, then made as if to move into the flames before hissing and drawing back when the heat reminded her of their presence.

Scales sighed, shaking her head. "All brawn, no brains. This bitch is mine."

Chloe turned at that, the eyes going an even darker black that reflected Whitney and Scales' reflection to them. Her lips trembled, pulling apart slightly before closing in a sneer.

"Aw, can't figure out the controls yet, honeybun?" Scales taunted. "That's because she's not a puppet and you're not a grand puppeteer." She sauntered closer, hands on her hips. "You know, the last magic that tried pulling the strings like this was Francis' and that did not end up well for him, right Frankie? You'd know that if you weren't pulling a Sleeping Ugly."

Chloe's inky gaze went to Whitney, as if asking him what he was planning on doing about what had just been said.

Whitney threw his hands up. "Don't look at me, she has a point."

"Claws, darling, he's on my side." Scales looped her arm around his, pulling down the skin under her right eye and sticking out her tongue quite childishly. "Find your own cheerleader, he and I go way back."

"Claws? That's her name?"

"You call me Scales, I call her Claws. Neither are our names but we identify with them so we let it slide." Scales was obviously in a bitchy mood right now, the reptilian eyes scanning their surroundings.

Whitney licked his lips, not wanting to piss her off more by seeming like he was insensitive to her plight. "Not to change the subject, but what the hell was happening to Chloe before? The bubble and the spasms and arching and the bloody butterflies crawling out of her and turning into those things and-?"

Scales turned those reptilian greens on him, stopping his babbled, run-on sentence immediately, a muscle jumping in her cheek before her reptilian's turned to the inky-eyed girl. "To be honest, I don't really know myself." And she looked pissed off about it. "It's why I'm out here." A forked tongued poked out and licked her lips before disappearing back behind her lips as she sighed. "Ever since we've crossed over to this place, that bitchhas been completely active and some strange shit has been going on inside of Chloe. I can't understand it. Also, a little while ago, a part of her mind became blocked off, almost as if it requires some special access code and someone forgot to give it to anybody."

Chloe's eyebrow raised.

Scales snorted. "Oh, you going to say you can access it?"

A muscle jumped in Chloe's cheek as she looked away.

Scales smirked, vindicated. "Exactly."

"Wait, I'm not following." Whitney looked between them. "You're the two dominant magics in her. There shouldn't be a part of her you two shouldn't be able to access."

"If I didn't have to deal with Rise of the Planet of the Apes over there, maybe I could figure something out." Scales folded her arms over her chest.

Suddenly Chloe's eyes rolled in her head and Whitney barely managed to grab her as her knees buckled in a faint.

"Chloe?" Whitney stared down at her pale face, realizing the girl was sleeping, the Quarterback completely confused.

"That's it!" a new voice announced, a new version of Chloe storming towards them, this one still bearing the inky black eyes, black hair, claw-like black nails, and a formfitting black leather jumpsuit with heels. "Listen here, you little bitch, I am not going to let you and your insecurities continue to bad mouth me! I am the rightful reflection!"

"As if." Scales snorted. "I'm the one who's had to do all the damned work!"

"She gave up the Balcoin position!" Claws stomped her foot. "She gave you up! The symbol on her palms is the Omega. Thus I am the manifestation."

"Oh screw you, Emo Barbie." Scales sneered. "She doesn't even know you exist."

Whitney found himself kneeling on the ground, Chloe curled on his lap, staring at the physical manifestations of her Balcoin and Darkseid magics in the beginnings of a catfight, unable to believe that he found himself in this situation. Chloe coughed in her sleep, turning towards him, a drop of blood dripping from her mouth onto his shirt, the metallic taste in his mouth reminding him sharply that this wasn't the time or place. "LADIES! Or – whatever – you are." He cleared his throat when the both of them turned towards him. "Claws, you're the Darkseid magic in Chloe, yes?"

"You are correct." Claws straightened herself, holding her head high. "This isn't exactly my true form, but I've seen that everyone is used to the humanoid illusion she uses, so in order to help with the transference period as I take over her place, I have adapted it."

"How about I adapt these star studded Versace pumps up your-" Scales began, pointing to her shoes.

Whitney quickly interrupted. "You want to explain the situation to us then, Claws? Wanna give us some info on what the hell is going on?"

"I would be more than happy to prove how much more useful I am." Claws sent Scales a smirk before returning her inky eyes to Whitney. "When Chloe crossed over I awoke due to the fact that we are back."

"Back?" Whitney frowned.

Even Scales looked confused.

Claws looked between the two of them in confusion. "Don't you know?"

"Know what?" Whitney asked, feeling cold dread trail down his spine, like he was about to learn something that he didn't really want to know.

Claws opened her mouth.

Suddenly the ground shook, the trio turning to look in the direction of the disturbance to see a creature slowly making its way towards them through the flames.

Whitney's eyes widened as he saw the slug slowly crawl through the flames. "It's fire proof."

Other creatures were taking advantage, crawling and running over the slug into the ring, ready to attack.

Suddenly magic exploded around them, fog and lightning stunning the creatures around them, a disembodied voice hissing behind Whitney. "Hurry! Run! It won't stun them for long! Grab the girl and follow me!"

As he coughed through the fog, his eyes tearing up with whatever was in the air, Whitney could faintly see someone in the shadows. He didn't know who it was, but all he knew was that the person has saved them, and he obeyed, grabbing Chloe and flinging her over his shoulders as he ran after, Claws and Scales having already disappeared back within her.

3rd-Sep-2013 07:49 am (UTC)
Well this just got more interesting. so chloe's balcoin magic is still alive and kicking. poor whitney having to worry about chloe and deal with both scales and claws.

off to read the next part
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