Death Falls from His Lips

Death Falls from His Lips

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or The Crow and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: A beautiful young man’s soul has been brought back on the dark wings of a crow and he is thirsting for revenge against those who killed him and his boyfriend in cold blood. This story will contain boy love, strong language, explicit violence, and a few original characters. This story has been rewritten.

Chapter Three

Smoky grey eyes opened and Trey sat up on the bed with salty tears on his tongue. There was a big black hole in his heart and it bled nothing but anguish. He wanted to scream out in agony, but no sound could be uttered. He wanted to claw his beautiful face, but his bone white hands only gripped the bed sheets. He was terrified.

He gazed around the small bedroom, slowly remembering where he was. This was Clark’s room and that is the picture of his boyfriend on the desk. The bald man looked really familiar to him, but he didn’t really care.

He had been dreaming about Lee. The two of them had been swimming in a large body of warm water. The sky had been so blue and the sun had burned with so much gold. The two of them had been floating on their backs, holding under the bright yellow star. Birds had been singing their honey sweet melodies while dragonflies had darted around them in flashes of emerald and gold. He had felt so happy.

That was when he suddenly found that it was night and Lee was nowhere to be found. Darkness and mist surrounded him as he splashed around in the water searching, frantically calling out his name. He had looked up at the moon to see that it was blazing down upon him like an ivory skull. The sound of a million dark wings had assaulted his ears.

He had then discovered that it was not water he was splashing around in. It was blood. He had been floating in a lake of blood with blazing amber orbs burning into him from all around.

He took a deep breath and got to his feet. There voices coming from outside the closed bedroom door. He walked over, silently opened the door up, and made his way out. The voices were coming from downstairs. He could hear Clark and Chloe talking to a third voice he didn’t recognize. He soon found out that the voice belonged to Clark’s mother.

“And he is upstairs,” he heard Clark explaining to her, wondering just what his mom would think if she was to see a walking corpse. “He’s sleeping on my bed right now.”

He wiped the tears from his eyes, and slowly made his way down the wooden steps. He felt as though his feet were not even touching the cold steps under them. He felt like a shadow, a phantom, something that no longer belonged, an extra puzzle piece that didn’t fit anywhere.

He followed the voices into the living room and just stood there in the open doorway like a ghost. Three sets of eyes turned to look at him. He wanted to suddenly melt away like the fog did in the morning rays of the sun.

“Trey,” Chloe said, getting to her feet. There was a look of deep concern on her face.

Clark’s mother couldn’t take her eyes off the tragic figure that haunted the doorway. He looked as if he were made from shadows and mist. Those smoky grey eyes were wet and filled with pain. That smooth skin was flawless and white as bone. His lips were the color of luscious red roses in full bloom, and his long dark locks curled, floating around his slender shoulders like smoke.

“I had a really bad dream,” he said, looking around the small space as if lost. “I was swimming with Lee in the warm light.” A tear fell from a crystal quartz orb as he walked over to look out the window. The warm light fell across his beautiful face, making it glisten like ice. “The moon was a skull hanging in the darkness that hid a million wings,” his voice stuttered and he put his hands on the warm glass to steady himself. “The water was so warm and thick.” He could feel it on his skin. The way it had ran down his naked limbs. He jumped when Clark took an arm to keep him from falling down. “It was blood!” He cried, breaking free from Clark’s steel grip, stumbling away from him. “I was swimming in a lake of Lee’s blood!”

The skull had been smiling down at him. The cold face of Death had been laughing at him. The darkness had been Death’s hissing cloak. All those wings had been Death’s cruel laughter. Death had taken Lee and not him. Death had taken a small bite and just spat him back out.

“NO!” Trey cried out and took off blindly running towards the kitchen.

“Trey!” Clark and Chloe both shouted after him at the exact same time.

He spotted a sharp looking butcher knife on the table, and took it in his hands. Chloe ran in just in time to see him plunge the sharp blade into his own breast. She screamed and fell back into Clark’s arms who gasped in shock. Tears streamed down Trey’s alabaster cheeks as he gave the wicked blade a good twist. It hurt like a fucking bitch, but he wasn’t dying.

“STOP IT!” Clark yelled at him.

He pulled the blade free and just drove it right into his own stomach. He screamed in agony, falling to his knees. It fucking hurt! Why was he not dying? Why was the pain not ending? He screamed again and again and just threw the fucking blade down with a sharp clang on the cold floor.

“Oh my God,” Mrs. Kent gasped from beside her son.

Trey fell over onto his side in despair. He watched as the blood began to flow in reverse from all his wounds. The warm blood was flowing back into his open wounds that were now sealing themselves shut.

Chloe ran to his side and Clark picked up the blood knife. He and his mom watched as the blood streamed like thread from the blade back into Trey’s closing wounds. The heart wound sealed up without blemish as did his stomach wounds. He curled up into a tight ball and wept.

“Why can’t I die?” He screamed, pulling at his hair. “I want to fucking die!”

Mrs. Kent looked to be too shocked to move, and Clark rolled the knife up in his palms into a perfect metal sphere. Chloe looked up at the both of them with worry in her eyes. She looked like she didn’t know what to do. How could she comfort her friend? She was scared and pissed that her friend was in so much pain.

“Why?” Trey sniffled, hiding his face away from them. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Caw!

Everybody but Trey jumped. That freaky looking crow was right outside the kitchen window with amber orbs all ablaze.

“Lee?” Trey whispered, closing his eyes.

Caw!

His eyes napped open and he sat up in one fluid movement. He cocked his head to the side, causing his dark locks to flutter across his beautiful face like coiling serpents. Long dark lashes blinked, and everyone in the room thought he suddenly looked like a bird that was about to peck someone’s eyes out.

“Trey?” Chloe asked in concern.

Clark kept still and Mrs. Kent looked like she thought that extremely wise. The poor boy had just tried to stab his heart and guts out. It was no telling what he might try and do to them.

Trey was on his feet and moving to the window. He gazed into those blazing eyes of molten amber, taking a deep breath.

“Kill the ones who killed you.” The crow’s feminine voice cooed like a blazing white dove. “Kill the ones who killed your lover.”

Trey blinked.

“Make them suffer for the pain they caused you and Lee.” That beautiful voice commanded. “Make this wrong right.”

“Trey,” Clark said in a calm voice so as to not startle him. He was really hoping that Trey wasn’t about to go all Resident Evil on them.

Trey slowly turned his head away from the crow to look into his eyes. “I want to see my mommy, Clark.”

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Elizabeth was sitting all alone in her garden, gazing up at the silver stars in the night sky. Anger and pain stabbed at her hear like sharp razor blades. Her skin was so pale, hair wild, billowing around her face like black smoke. Her baby’s body had been stolen from the morgue. She had screamed and punched an official in the face for being insensitive. No charges were pressed because she could buy his job and then kill him with his own gun.

She had to give her husband a Valium in order to calm him down. He did not know how to cope with this loss. The pain of losing his only son in such a violent act of hatred, and then his body being stolen was just too much for his mind to handle. She knew his hold on sanity was starting to slip away from him. She put her face in her hands and wept bitter tears. All of this was wrong. They had been such a happy family. Why did this have to happen? Everything was broken and she couldn’t fix it.

“Mommy,” a soft voice called to her from across the garden. “Please don’t cry, mommy.”

She looked up with a start to see a dark shape standing in the shadows of the weeping willow tree. Her eyes widened in disbelief when a pale light touched that beautiful face. She got to her feet with tears streaming down her face. Her knees shook as she took a step forward, causing her silk robe to slip from her bare shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” she whispered, holding out her arms to him.

“You don’t have to be said,” the voice told her in a soothing tone. “I’m going to make them pay.”

Was this real? Is he really here? Was she going to wake up in a padded room? She didn’t know.

“Baby,” she said, taking another step towards him. “Please, come to me?”

“He killed Lee, mommy,” he cried, racing into her open arms. “He killed me!”

Her arms closed around his trembling frame and she held him tight. The tears simply fell from her eyes as she held the ghost close. “Goddess,” she whispered as she kissed his head. “Mother…”

Caw…

She looked up to see the magical bird that brought souls back from the Land of the Dead. This was a servant of the Goddess and her son’s link to this world. He was now indestructible, and a vessel to carry out the Goddess’s justice. She held Death in her very arms. It looked like the stories her mother had told her were not just stories at all.

“I love you,” Trey whispered, kissing her softly on the cheek. “Tell daddy that he was the greatest.”

He was suddenly gone and she was all alone in her garden one more.

“Trey!” She called out, spinning around in whispers of silk, searching the shadows for her baby. She gazed up at the silver moon. “Mother?”

Caw!

She looked up at the onyx feathered crow. She bowed her head, letting the tears fall. “Guide and defend him from all evil.”

Amber eyes flashed with magic and the crow took flight on wings of darkness.

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Tears streamed like trails of starlight down his pale cheeks as he stood in the shadow of a tall tree. He didn’t know what kind of tree it was, and he didn’t really care. His boyfriend, his lover, his soul mate was lying dead in a casket that was covered in snowy white roses. The pain in his heart was killing him, and he couldn’t die. He had tried to stab the pain in his heart away with the sharp end of a butcher knife. It didn’t work. He had screamed and cried out in agony. He had wanted to die and he couldn’t for some reason. All those memories clawed and scratched at him with razor sharp talons. He might even be going a little crazy. After all, he had been shot in the head.

Everywhere he turned he could see shadows of Lee. He could feel his lover’s gentle touch, and would turn to see him not standing there like he should be. A warm whisper would tickle his ear, and he would wake up in tears. He could see Lee smiling. “I love you.”

Come into these arms again

And lay your body down

The rhythm of this trembling heart

It’s beating like a drum

It beats for you, it bleeds for you

It knows not how it sounds

For it is the drum of drums

It is the song of songs

He had gone to his own funeral just hours before. It had taken Clark to keep him from running to his father who had completely broken down. He had hoped his visit with his mother would have helped ease the pain. She looked calm and serene as she cradled his daddy in her arms. They were going to bury an empty casket that would be nowhere near Lee’s. He knew that Lee’s bastard father would not have allowed such an atrocity. The thought of that made the tears fall from his eyes even harder. He knew it to be silly, but it would have been nice to be allowed to sleep next to the man he loved. He couldn’t breathe without him. He couldn’t sleep without him. Without Lee, he simply didn’t want to be at all.

Once I had the rarest rose

That ever deigned to bloom

Cruel winter chilled the bud

And stole my flower too soon

Oh loneliness

Oh hopelessness

To search the ends of time

For there is in all the world

No greater love than mine

Anna Brennan, Lee’s mother, looked as though she were carved from a block of ice. She looked so cold and frigid just standing there in her black gown. Her husband, Lee’s father, had not even shown up for his only son’s funeral. The miserable son of a bitch!

“It’s all your fucking fault your sister is dead!” He heard Lee hiss what his father had spat at him with such hatred. “The Lord is punishing us because you’re a disgusting faggot! You should just kill yourself and take that little bitch of a boy with you!”

It had taken him forever to get Lee to stop crying. Lee never cried. It was scary. He had held him in his arms while he cried in his drunken, drug induced rage.

He quickly put a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming when images of Lee’s hanging corpse assaulted his mind like rapid gunfire. He felt Chloe move up to take his other hand.

All those white roses were just laying there on that cold, grey casket. The sky was so blue, and the sun was so bright. There was not a single fluffy white cloud to be seen anywhere. It felt like Lee’s father’s impotent god was smiling down upon his pain.

It should be raining! It should be storming! It should be snowing! All of heaven should be weeping! The whole world should know and feel his pain!

“Lee,” he whispered on the soft breeze in the leaves.

His bottom lip began to tremble when the casket was being slowly lowered into the cold and lonely earth. He put his free hand up against the tree to keep from falling to his knees. There was so much anger and hatred being built up inside of him. Just witnessing his soul mate being lowered into the dark ground was more fuel for the Hell he was creating for the one responsible for his pain.

Chloe gave his icy white hand a gentle squeeze, and he turned to look at her. She was such a good friend.

He saw that Clark standing on the other side of the tree with a grim expression on his handsome face. It was the kind of look that could set something ablaze. There must be some kind of war going on in his head. Right now, there was a war being fought inside his heart. He could not imagine taking another person’s life. But, the thought of watching the light die in Lee’s killer’s eyes almost had him drooling with desire.

He watched as Lee’s mother looked around like a regal and scorned Queen of Snow. He could see an icy hell blazing in her winter blue eyes. She turned on her heel and glided across the green grass towards her long black limo. She didn’t even say goodbye or anything to anyone.

The small congregation began to thin out and he watched as two men with shovels approached Lee’s open grave.

“Wait!” He called out, walking down to where they were about to toss in dirt on the casket. “Would you please give me just a moment to say goodbye…”

The two men looked at him with slight fear in their eyes. They slowly nodded their heads backing away from him on the other side of the open grave. He must really look like a ghost.

“Trey?” Chloe asked, walking up behind him.

“It’ll be cold down there all by himself,” he whispered, digging his fingers into the ground. “I don’t want to leave him here, Chloe.”

She knelt down behind him, wrapping her arms around him. She didn’t say anything and he was grateful for it.

“He’s here all by himself,” he said, looking at the large tombstone. It only had his name and date of birth and death on it. “There’s nobody here to keep him company.”

“Hey,” Clark said, walking up to the two of them. “What do you want me to put on the tombstone, Trey?”

He looked up at him. “What?”

“He can shoot fire from his eyes, Trey,” Chloe said. “He can carve anything you like into Lee’s stone.”

Tears fell from his chin, watering the top of Trey’s rose covered casket. He opened his mouth and told him.

Lee Brennan

1986-2008

Let me be the only one

To keep you from the cold

Now the floor of heaven is laid

With stars of brightest gold

They shine for you

They shine for you

They burn for all to see

Come into these arms again

And set this spirit free

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.

Note: Song lyrics belong to Annie Lennox.