Cold. That's the way I could describe that strange sensation. Like a cold fist gripping at the pit of my stomach, holding on for dear life.

It was an ordinary day it school, it really was. Until we all saw the new kid. He was tall, he was buff, he was every girls dream.

He was a killer.

I can't believe no one else could put two and two together! How hard is it! The new kid comes, and then she dies! Put it to-

"Jayne."

I turned from my locker, staring up into his eyes. "What do you want?"

He stared a me for a moment with those strange eyes. "Sad huh?"

I swallowed, "Yeah, um, really sad."

His face fell into a vicious scowl. "It would be terrible if it happened again, huh?

I stared at him, trying to mask the true fear I felt right then, "It would, wouldn't it?"

His eyes narrowed, "I would hate to be that family right now, wouldn't it be horrific if that happened to say, your family, huh?" He ended the conversation with a snarl, and left.

He threatened to kill me. Murder me, rip apart my family.

I slid down the locker, to afraid to speak. I put my head in my hands.

Cold fingers touched mine.

I pulled back, shocked be the frigidness of the fingers. I turned my eyes up to stare into the eyes of the most intriguing person I have ever seen.

Straight brown hair hung around a square face, framing shiny eyes, the same color as the new kids.

"Are you ok?" He asked, in a thick accent that was strange.

My heart was still pounding from the incounter with the new kid.