AN: All right, so this was one of my first stories and probably one of the more popular ones. So, I have decided to rewrite it and make it even better and hopefully, this time it will be finished. It's an alternate universe, obviously, and it doesn't follow along with anything that happened in season six of One Tree Hill or season four of Supernatural.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, One Tree Hill or any of the characters. I also do not own Going Under by Evanescence.

Outskirts of Nowhere

Written by Becks Rylynn

[Chapter One: At Your Throat]

don't want your hand this time - i'll save myself
maybe i'll wake up for once (wake up for once)
not tormented daily defeated by you
just when i thought i'd reached the bottom
i'm dying again
-evanescence, going under

Pain, pain and more pain.

That was the only thing that ran through Brooke Davis' mind as a heavy, strong fist connected with her face over and over again. It all hurt; everything in her, every bone in her body. She figured this must be what being tortured felt like. Eventually, the fist beating her down into nothing moved to her stomach, and then suddenly, he was kicking her in the gut and reaching down trying to make a grab for her clothes, probably to rip them off. Oh, god, this creep was going to rape her. As if beating her up wasn't degrading enough now he was going to make her his? Oh, hell no. After several minutes of protesting like the weak little girl everyone thought she was, her hands clawing at his face, she felt anger well up inside of her until she couldn't take it anymore. Screw the consequences; this was one time the real Brooke Davis needed to make an appearance. She lifted her leg, ignoring the pain from the deep gash near her thigh and shoved her four inch spike heel right into the intruder's chest. With a cry of pain he fell back onto the floor and she pushed herself to her feet, groaning slightly at the pain in her ribs as her mind worked hard to remember everything she had been taught about self defense.

The attacker growled, probably pissed at the fact that she had decided to fight back, and got to his feet, swinging a large meaty fist at her already bruised face. She caught his fist easily and threw it back at him, momentarily surprised by her own strength. Huh. Adrenaline really was a powerful drug, wasn't it? Despite the pain she was experiencing all over her body, she let a smirk fall easily across her face and lifted herself onto a table, sending a kick to his chest. ''You picked the wrong girl to rob.'' Her voice sounded calm and eerie. Most definitely dangerous. He made a move for her, but she sent a right hook to his jaw, sending him stumbling back, partly from shock. He recovered quickly and in an instant, he had reached into his pocket and produced a knife. A really freaking nasty looking knife. He reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him. She let out a yelp of shock, but then her eyes hardened and she went for him again. This time he didn't let her get to him as he effortlessly sent her flying through the air and she landed in a heap near the cash register.

Well, this was certainly not going like he planned. This was supposed to be an easy job. Brooke Davis was a skinny little woman who looked like anyone could snap her in half. His heartless and emotionless eyes looked at her on the floor, dazed and confused but still conscious and he growled, wiping blood from his lip. His boots thumped on the floor as he moved towards her raising the knife, toothy grin working its way across his face. ''Say goodnight, bitch.''

The next part happened so fast it was like it was happening in fast forward. She threw her foot out, the guy went down, she grabbed the knife from his hands and the next thing she knew she was standing over his body and the knife was embedded deep in his chest. Because she had put it there. Letting out a breath that hurt her ribs, Brooke tilted her head to the side, her face emotionless and unfeeling much like his had been as the punches and kicks had rained down on her. ''Goodnight, bitch.''

Of course, then she realized she was in the middle of a place that was all windows and she had just killed someone. That was when the panic set in. Looking around nervously, as if she expected the police to jump out and arrest her, she reached down and grabbed the guy's collar, dragging him behind the counter and out of sight.

After she had cleaned up the trail of blood on the floor and made sure the front door was locked, she disappeared out the back door and into the night. The night sky was filled with sparkling stars and the cold air stung her fresh wounds but she kept walking, her head down in an attempt to hide the tears. These kinds of things were only supposed to happen in horror movies; they weren't supposed to happen in real life. Especially not to her. Never to her.

Swallowing hard against the tears and bile in the back of her throat, she continued to stumble down the streets, one question floating around in her head like a tornado. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Haley James-Scott was torn from her peaceful slumber by the sound of her cell phone ringing. Ugh, how rude. She had been dreaming about - wait, let's not go there. Blinking, she groggily ran a hand over her face and yawned.

Beside her, her husband groaned and rolled over to face her, barely even bothering to open his eyes. ''What time is it?''

''Uh,'' Haley moved her eyes to the clock and grimaced. ''1:30. It's okay, you go back to sleep, I'll take care of it.'' Carefully slipping out of bed, Haley grabbed her phone and opened the doors to the balcony, shivering in the sudden onslaught of cold night air. The caller ID displayed her best friend's name and she frowned flipping the phone open and pressing it to her ear. ''Brooke?'' What could Brooke possibly want at 1:30 in the morning?

''Hi.''

Something like fear crept into Haley's stomach at the sound of her best friend's voice and she gripped the edge of the railing. ''Brooke? What's wrong? What happened?''

''Haley, I know it's late, but I...I really need your help. I-I think I'm in trouble.''

''Where are you?''

''Right outside.''

''Five minutes.'' Haley flipped her phone shut and almost tore the door open trying to get inside. Quickly and quietly, she slipped into jeans and a t-shirt and gently shook her husband awake. ''Nathan,'' she grinned at his sleepy frown and gently touched his arm. ''Listen, Brooke...really needs a friend right now...I don't know, something with her mom, so I'm gonna go spend the night there, okay?'' Wow. It probably should have frightened her how good she was at lying but she figured after four years of keeping up the biggest lie she could deal with a tiny little white lie like that.

''Now?'' Nathan squinted up at her and she could practically feel the distrust in his blue eyes. ''Hales, it's the middle of the night.''

''I know, but she really needs me, okay? I'll call in sick tomorrow, but you need to make sure Jamie gets to school, okay?''

''Sure. I love you.''

Haley smiled and leaned down, kissing him gently. ''Love you too.''

She stepped out the door and looked around. No Brooke. Frown deepening, Haley turned around and locked the door, muttering something under her breath. When she turned around a dirty, bruised and bloody girl was standing in front of her, wearing what could have once been designer clothes. Haley bit back a scream and put her hand over her heart. ''Jesus.'' That's when she saw the familiar brown eyes staring back at her. ''Oh, my god.'' She squinted and took a step closer to the girl. ''Brooke?''

Brooke tried to smile through her pain, but only succeeded in grimacing. She gave up trying to smile and took a limping step closer to Haley like she was searching for someone to catch her should she collapse. Her wild eyes darted around the darkened neighborhood when she heard a siren wailing in the distance. The fear that the police would come for her was overwhelming and her heart was beating so fast she was sure it would give out at any minute. It was times like these she really wished her sister was here. But that was a road that was better off not traveled.

''Brooke, oh, god, Brooke, what the hell happened to you?'' Haley reached out a hand to touch Brooke's cheek, wincing when her friend did. ''Who did this?''

''I don't...I don't...'' Brooke took a long shuddering breath and wrapped her bruised arms around herself, ignoring the pain in her ribs. Or at least trying to. Off the top of her head she could name at least ten people who might want her dead but right now, all she could think of was the pain and the dead body on the floor of her shop probably staining the hardwood floors with his blood. ''Haley,'' tears stung her eyes and she looked up to meet her friend's eyes, hoping they could give her some amount of comfort. ''I…I killed someone.''

Haley put her hands on her hips and swallowed back a grimace as she looked down at the dead body on the floor. It would never get easier, would it? No matter how many times she looked at dead bodies, she would never get used to it. Forcing back a sigh, she turned her eyes to Brooke, her eyes hard and in control. ''You leave your fingerprints anywhere?'' Her voice was low and calm, but held urgency. When a car drove by, headlights on full blast; Haley looked up sharply and swallowed.

At the question Brooke laughed dryly and gave her friend an ''are you stupid or something'' look. ''Haley, this is my store. My fingerprints are everywhere.''

The other woman bent down and pulled the knife from his chest wiping it off on his black jacket and sliding it into her purse so calmly it was almost as if she had done it before. Almost as if she had been doing it her whole life. With the murder weapon held securely in her purse for now (she would throw it in the river later) she carefully pulled the black ski mask off his face and studied the dead man's face carefully and critically, not flinching once. Mild mannered English teacher by day, criminal and accessory to murder by night. ''I don't recognize him, do you?''

Brooke took a breath and slid her eyes to the dead body on the floor. ''Nope.'' Unable to stare at the man she had killed, she looked away and clasped her hands nervously. How could she have done that? How could she have taken someone's life? She was just as bad as he was. Worse. He hadn't gotten a chance to kill anyone...that she knew of. Just hours ago she had thought Bitchtoria was the worst of her problems. Now she was a murderer. Funny how quickly things can change.

''Hey.'' The look on Brooke's face was easy to recognize, it was the same look Haley herself had worn all those years ago when she had...she shook her head, trying to shake the memories away and knelt in front of Brooke, taking her hands. ''Brooke, honey, look at me.'' When Brooke's tortured gaze had met hers, Haley smiled in that way only mothers could and offered words of comfort. ''You had to do it, you know that right? You didn't have a choice; he was going to kill you. It was self defense. This guy was bad news, Brooke. Who knows how many people he's hurt, how many people he was going to hurt. Who knows how many families he's torn apart. You did the only thing you could. Hell, you probably did the world a favor.''

''But I killed him, Haley.'' Brooke's voice sounded so weak, almost childlike, fragile and broken. And she wanted to believe the words Haley was saying but it was so hard when the evidence that she was just like him was lying at her feet, eyes wide open but unseeing, blood still oozing from the wound in his chest.

Haley stood and looked away suddenly growing cold and detached. ''Sometimes, that's the only option.'' A painful minute passed where Haley was silent and Brooke was wondering what the hell she was talking about. Haley was the first to recover, clearing her throat and turning back to the body. ''Okay, come on, we've got to get him out of here.''

With sweat glistening on her forehead and the scent of dirt hanging thick in the air like a disease, Haley threw the last pile of dirt on top of the shallow grave the body was resting in and ran her hand across her forehead, effectively smearing dirt on her skin as she drew in a deep breath. ''I need a fucking drink.'' Despite the fact that she was Haley James-Scott and swearing was usually a big no-no for her, she paid no attention to her slip of the tongue and tossed the shovel - very ungracefully - on the ground.

Beside her, Brooke rolled her eyes and shivered in the frigid September air, her hazel eyes glancing nervously around the woods, the thick trees looking like monsters in the dark. Oh, how she hated the woods. ''Why did we have to bury him here?'' She grumbled under her breath as she moved a step and stumbled when her heel got wedged in the dirt. ''Why couldn't we have just thrown his body in the river?''

''Because he could have washed up.'' Haley spoke slowly, like she was talking to a small child and plopped down on the damp grass. She was tired and cold and the sun would be coming up soon. Not to mention she really needed to get Brooke some medical attention. ''I'll come back tomorrow night and finish him off,'' she murmured, trying to delay standing up because her legs were already sore.

''Finish him off?'' Brooke wrinkled her nose in confusion, but then her eyes widened as realization struck. ''Oh, you mean,'' she imitated striking a match and tossing it on something, earning a nod and a small laugh from Haley.

''Yeah. Just in case, you know.''

Brooke sighed and ran her hand through her hair, grimacing when she hit a bruise on her forehead. ''Ow.''

Haley stood and wiped dirt off her jeans. ''We really should get you cleaned up.'' Without another word, not willing to stand and stare at a grave any longer, she turned to begin the long trek back to the car. Not even a moment went by before she realized her friend wasn't following. Sure enough, when she turned around; Brooke remained by the grave, her eyes on the dirt. ''Brooke?'' Nothing. ''Brooke? You coming?''

Brooke snapped back to reality, tearing her eyes away from the grave and swallowing the sickness rising in her throat. There were so many things she could have been feeling right now and she was pretty sure she would feel them all later. But right now...all she could feel was a desperate need for...someone she hadn't seen in a long time. ''Haley...'' She worked hard to keep the desperation from her voice but she had a strong feeling Haley could see the dark clouds in her eyes. ''I want...I want...I want them to come.''

Now, that was something Haley would have liked to refuse. She didn't - couldn't - think about them because when she did she always thought of him and when she thought of him, her stomach jumped and the butterflies (oh fuck, the butterflies) fluttered and all she could see when she closed her eyes was green eyes and a killer smirk when she should have seen the blue eyes and the kind smile of her husband. Shuffling in discomfort, she wrapped her arms around herself and prayed she could help Brooke herself and there would be no need to call them. ''Brooke...''

''Haley...please.''

And the brokenness of her best friend was simply too hard to ignore and the desperate plea was just a little too haunting to refuse. So, Haley swallowed her fear and nodded, trying to smile (because if she wasn't strong, who would be?) for Brooke. ''Okay, okay, I'll call them.''

Brooke smiled and allowed Haley to wrap an arm around her, leading her away from the gravesite.

While Brooke was half smiling, eager for the return of two people she loved, Haley was dreading the day that man laid eyes on her son and saw everything he left behind. In retrospect, she really should have known this day would come sooner or later. She always knew he wouldn't stay away forever. She always knew the secrets and lies would come back to bite her in the ass.

After all...

...Nothing stays buried forever.

As the two girls disappeared into the trees, towards the quickly lightening sky, they completely missed the movement in the dirt. And they didn't see the hand come shooting up from the shallow grave.

Remember kiddies: Nothing stays buried forever. Not even bodies.

i'm going under (going under)
drowning in you (drowning in you)
i'm falling forever (falling forever)
i've got to break through
i'm going under
-evanescence, going under

end chapter one

AN: I feel the need to point out that this story is a little more AU than the original version. I didn't want to give you the complete back story in the first chapter so I'll put it up in chapter two.