"London, Rome here I come. Run, run fast as you can little cheerleader here comes the big bad wolf and he wants to gobble you up."
Run, run Peyton, run, run invisible hands reaching out, bruising, greedy hands that pulled and pulled until all she could feel was the cool tiles and the string of running blood.
"Cheerleader and her pretty pom-poms come out and play!"
The deep haunting voice came and turned her skin into frozen icicles, no running just numbness that seeped into her from his rough hands, freezing her whole body until only her eyes could move and watch him in terror.
"Peyton, Peyton Sawyer, tricky, tricky little red ridding hood, don't you want to come out and play? I know such wonderful games, just you and those black wings of yours."
There was a rip in them, feathers tailed down the long hallways and the boots had beat down on the tiles running for her life with a scream low and freezing in her throat.
Going from days of no one sees me, no one cares to screams to be left alone as he just smiles and says no can do, my little dark angel, mine.
The mascara dripped away with each tear that hit the floor, screams began die away as they came back echoing off the empty walls of a school that looked sinister in the dark and as she crumbled to the floor hope flying away with this strangers sanity, giving up just felt better then screaming for nobody.
"My angel, my little dark angel, all dressed in black.
Come to take my soul? Well too bad I already handed it over to you, angel."
A smile, no, no a smirk spread across his face as his angel gave a sigh of defect and he sweep her away, maybe for a small amount of time as his or maybe for forever and ever.
Tree hill cried for a dead blond and friend as he let lose a chuckle of a mad man life filled with blood and now with blond curls.