Discretion: No I do not own any Supernatural, Avengers or Doctor Who/Torchwood characters. If I did then Eric Kripke would still be head over SPN, Avengers would not have a dead Coulson and DW/TW would not have not made me feel so many feels.
"SNAP!"
The girl's head rolled forward. Her neck had broken. Silence fell upon the people around as the young man who had caused the death blow gave a sick and twisted grin with delight. The Trickster as he had been nicknamed years before was no stranger to the macabre. He dealt with death often enough even if those who knew him had no clue. Or they had not till now. Everyone had assumed he was just this loner. A nobody. Then that girl had asked him out because of personal gain not because she liked him. She had mocked him and she had paid the price. Her old flame had seen him as well as his group of misfits. The one flaw within in his dastardly schemes.
The boy however had a plan. He knew the ways of blackmail well. The very idea of it all was something he rather enjoyed. He liked making people squirm. Especially groups like this. These kids were just a bunch of spoiled brats or just plain popular. None were extraordinary in anyway in his thoughts. He found the idea downright shameful that he let this opportunity go to waste. Ruin their lives with some dirt he had on all of them. They had agreed to his demands for they all had secrets that they did not want to go to the public eyes and ears. They would soon realize that things were not as they seemed. He had much worse at his disposal should they tip toe out of line just once. However that was best to be saved for when the time came. For now nothing was complete. Nothing perfect but the boy was ready. Ready and waiting.