Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars.
Aria twisted the doorknob cautiously, careful not to make a sound as she pushed open the door to the classroom. It was after hours, but she had gotten a text to meet someone special there. She poked her head into the room and blinked in the dim light; it was darker here than in the hall.
"Ezra," she called softly, the whispered name being swallowed by the blackness as soon as it left her lips.
When there was no reply, she stepped into the room slowly and closed the door behind her with a click of reassurance. There was no light on. Ezra wasn't the type of person to scare her like this, and that was what scared her…something was wrong, and she could feel it.
"Ezra?" she asked the darkness a bit louder. Again, no answer.
She walked over to his desk and turned on the lamp that sat on his desk when he was working late. What she saw almost made her throw up. Ezra lay partly under the desk, the chair shielding most of the other half of his body from the light. Dark crimson blood covered his chest from a large wound over his heart. He was dead.
"Oh. My. God," Aria breathed, putting a hand over her mouth to stop the instant reaction to vomit. Seeing him dead made her want to cry, but the final piece of evidence was what made her want to murder in return: painted on his cheek in blood was a large letter 'A'.