Author's Note:Well I'm back and just can't seem to stay away! This is a story which has just been playing on my mind now - it's not gonna be very long, well I dunno we'll see how it goes, but it's just something I wanna write in between assignments. It's been a really rough start to the year and this is my way of bouncing back! This is the prologue so sorry it's so short but I want to see how popular it is in order to start writing the actual story so read it and tell me what you think so far. (I own the story and some of the characters but not the main ones, CBS does.) Enjoy! x

Deathly Vengeance

Prologue - The Fight

March 26th 1999

The bell rang shrilly, signalling the glorious end of Algebra class and a long and tiresome week. Fifteen year old Jamie Reagan broke out of his sleepy reverie and glanced around in a daze at his classmates who were hastily scrambling towards the door.

"Don't forget to do the questions A through L!" Mr Chalk called frantically after them. Jamie rubbed his eyes, adjusted his cap, slipped his books in his bag and shuffled out of the classroom, eager to get out. Friday afternoon, weekend at last! He thought in relief as he slung his bag lazily over his shoulder and strode down the busy hallway to his locker.

"Hey Jamie wait up!"

Jamie turned and grinned at his best friend and neighbour, Dean McGowan running to catch up with him. They slapped each other high fives.

"Hey man what's going on?" Jamie mumbled.

"Nothing much, just the usual blah, blah, blah, I think I fell asleep somewhere near the beginning. So what are you up to this weekend?" Dean asked as they reached their lockers.

Jamie shrugged and absently started fiddling with his dial while struggling to balance his bag and books in one hand. "I don't know. I think I'm gonna ask Joe to help me practice for baseball try outs." He dumped his books in his locker and scooped out his History and Physics textbook, packing it into his bag, he turned to his friend. "I really hope I make the team."

Dean frowned at him, "You know J – it's not the end of the world if you don't."

Jamie sighed, "Yeah I know that but I've always loved playing baseball and I think I'll make a good addition to the team."

"Of course you will! You're a great baseball player!" Dean said with encouragement. "I mean we were on the same little league team right?"

Jamie chuckled, "Yeah, don't remind me!"

"Hey!" Dean playfully shoved Jamie, he stumbled a bit too far and collided straight into Rick Caine, the meanest kid in the school. He was in the same year as Jamie but he was sixteen and incredibly muscular for his age, large, macho and the ringleader of his small gang.

"Watch it Reagan!" Rick barked as Jamie bounced off him and dropped their books all over the floor.

"Sorry Rick. It was an accident!" Jamie muttered as he bent down to gather up his own books.

"Well while you're down there, maybe you can pick mine up as well," Rick suggested icily, folding his beefy arms and smirking at the youngest Reagan.

Jamie scoffed, "Right. Like that's ever going to happen. Do it yourself."

Rick's smile vanished. "What the hell did you just say to me Reagan?"

"I said pick your own shit up Rick!" Jamie retorted angrily. A vast crowd had gathered around the pair, a few of the older jocks 'oohed,' and shot Jamie looks of admiration. Dean placed his hand on Jamie's shoulder and tried to steer him away from trouble.

"Jamie - come on let's go -" He murmured through gritted teeth.

Rick crouched down very slowly so he was eye to eye with Jamie and said in a very calm yet deadly voice. "You don't wanna test me Reagan. Now I said pick up my books. You dropped them so you pick them up!"

Jamie stood up proudly with his own books and straightened his spine, glaring at Rick. "I don't think so Rick, I don't take orders from you, in fact my Dad and brothers arrest and lock up guys like you and your caveman pals!" He spat coldly, "So just remember that the next time you try to order me around." Jamie turned back to Dean, "Let's go." They marched through the crowd while everyone cheered them on. Rick Caine watched Jamie go with a mixture of hate and humiliation burning in his eyes.

"Rick! Hey, man," Chaz Burson, one of Rick's crones hissed into his ear, "Are you gonna let that punk get away with that?"

Rick's lips stretched into an evil smile. "No. No I'm not." He turned to his friends. "What are you guys doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing why?"

Rick continued to stare at Jamie's disappearing figure as he said thinly, "Because I think we should have a little party. And I want Reagan to be the guest of honour."

To Be Continued...