seriousfic

The Chlavis fic is DONE. Weighting in at a hefty 55K, this fic will change your fucking LIFE!

1. Clark and Lex are brothers, HOLY SHIT!

2. Chloe and Davis are best friends, BAM MOTHERFUCKER!

3. Doomsday, WHAT! You are going on a goddamn journey, I shit you not!

In fact, as I was writing this, I came up with so many "if this weren't a Smallville fanfic" ideas that I'm thinking of expanding it into a pro-fic. As is, it centers on the dramatic irony that Davis Bloome is Doomsday (SPOILER!). With it reworked into an original fic, you'd be experiencing things at the same pace as Davis, trying to figure things out along with him instead of having insider knowledge he doesn't. I think it could make for a dramatic enough difference that, in the unlikely event that you'd read the fic, the book would still be a new and interesting experience.

But enough of that shit, how 'bout one last preview for the road?

Davis had never realized how creepy the school was after hours. Early dusk turned it into a sea of darkness with islands of light, scattered and distant. Even the janitors had left. Hearing only the echo of his own footsteps, he went to Chloe’s offices.

No comforting light. No reassuring stream of typing. He was about to call Chloe’s cell when he heard something softly crumple under his heel. He looked down. It was a rose petal. In the dark, they surrounded him like traps. Kelvin.

That son of a bitch! Davis felt feelings so irrational they seemed to make more sense than the rest of the world. Loss. Violation. Anger. Such anger. It was the purest emotion he’d ever felt, burning away all contradictions, making everything so simple.

He followed the trail, after Chloe, after Sean Kelvin. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but his footfalls sounded like bombs dropping. Or maybe he could just hear them more clearly. It seemed to Davis that he’d never thought so clearly in his life.

Then he heard a scream, Chloe’s, and all he could see was red.

Davis broke into a run, his passage scattering rose petals like so much chaff. The world obligingly blurred at the edges. He thundered through the doors to the swimming pool and saw Chloe, one leg trapped in the frozen pool. Sean was walking across the ice. Deathly pale. Almost upon her. Both were still as statues.

If there were any room in Davis’s mind, he would have realized they weren’t moving slow, he was moving fast. But he was operating on an instinctual level now, and someone had threatened his mate. Someone was going to die.

Chloe felt a sudden breeze whip her hair around and when she turned, Kelvin was gone.

Davis slammed Kelvin through a set of double doors and crushed him into the school’s trophy case. Sean’s head smashed a picture of Jonathan Kent winning the state championship. Whatever speed Davis had briefly accessed, it was spent. The world spun forward.

He locked a hand around Sean’s throat and jerked him upward, raking his back on broken glass. “What were you doing to Chloe!?”

“Relax, Kent. I was just trying to get warm.” And like he’d stuck his hand in a freezer, Davis felt Sean’s icy pallor travel down his fingers, all the way to the wrist. His hand froze, the very warmth of its blood sucked into Kelvin. Davis pulled away, leaving a layer of skin behind. He saw his reflection in the ice that had become his hand. His eyes were glowing a hellish red.

Davis turned, horrified by what he’d seen, and his hand struck a row of lockers. It broke. Fragments tumbled through the air in brief constellations, rained down like hail. Davis folded over, stunned. His hand was gone. He’d never shake his father’s hand, never run it through Chloe’s hair. He was a freak.