Chapter 2

Scream Baby Scream

3rd Person

The Young teenage boy walked through his high school quietly, head down and closed on himself. His name is of no importance, only his being. He was not popular like many others, but he was not hated either. A wall flower would be the perfect word for him. The teen strategically weaved his way through the crowded hallway, not once looking up. Small black ear buds were in his ear blasting the music of his choice.

In mere minutes the teen had made his away across the school to where his next class awaited. Classmates flooded in behind him and chatted idly while waiting for the bell to ring. At the moment the teacher was nowhere to be found in the room.

Our said teen said nothing as he took his seat nearest to the window before pulling out the selected small black binder. In it contained idle note and drawing, which he continued to do while waiting for the bell.

None of the near twenty students noticed something entering their classroom they couldn't see it. Nor could they hear the soft chuckle come from the spirit as she heard her cousin crying out for her to play with one of them. Oh she would, but which one? Which one would be susceptible enough to bring fear.

Treat looked at each teen reaching out with her magic to feel which one was the trigger, the first domino. Once one of them fell it would all be a matter of time till each and everyone fell.

There! It was a boy with shaggy sandy blond hair near one of the large windows that was in the room. His head was down as he concentrated on the paper that was under his pencil. She could feel how easily susceptible he was to fear, he practically lived in it. Wonderful, this was simply wonderful.

A bell rang through out the school signaling the awaited time to start the new period. The sound left a small ringing in the spirits ears as she watched all the students sit down but continue to talk till a woman.

She was as short as she was round. Her skin was dark as caramel and her hair was black and slicked into a bun. "Alrighty let's get started." She announced without looking at the class as she made her way to the desk and sat down. The woman adjusted her glasses which was slowly falling down to the end of her round nose.

"Last week I asked you all to..." She continued to talk to the class in an almost bored tone while the teens listened. Some looked through their binders for things that she mentioned, some just looked around the class, but her target continued to draw.

Treat looked at Jamie who stood beside her staring at the same boy. He knew as well as she that he was the one to pull off the trick. It still baffled her how he knew so much about this kind of stuff from such a young age.

"Can we play with him Lexi? He seems like fun!" The child said excitedly. Treat placed a hand on the boy's head, her fingers shifting through the soft brown locks idly.

"We will very soon. We must wait for the right moment." She quietly replied. No one could hear her in the room but she still felt like whispering. Like a hunter stalking its prey Treat did not want to accidentally mess anything up until it was time.

The boy continued to draw quite some time, Treat stayed quiet and waited smiling as she did. Then after a good ten minutes on not once looking up, the teen slumped his shoulders before raising his head. His amber-colored eyes lazily scanned the room before suddenly stopping to stare at the corner nearest to the door. He swore that he had seen something out of the corner of his eye, it looked as if there was someone standing there. He continued to stare till he finally told himself that it was nothing. The teacher continued to rattle on about some form of assignment but paid no mind, he hated this class anyway.

Suddenly he stopped, seeing something again out of the corner of his eye, but it did not look like a person. Acting very casually he turned his head to the right. His eyed widened and he could not help but gasp as he saw blood starting to run down the wall. It was out of no where and to him it felt like the creepy scene from Amityville Horror.

The sandy-haired teen turned his head to see that not a single one of his other classmates have noticed the blood. What should he do? He had to tell someone, but what if this all was a hallucination? He looked at the teacher, some how her speech had changed. Her voice was the same but she was no longer making any coherent sounds.

"What the...?" the teen couldn't help but question out loud. Not one of the students had seem to notice the strange things going on.

He looked back at the wall and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. More blood was running down the wall. Still the class continued as if nothing was wrong.

"Guys?! Don't you..." Splat. Something had fallen, landing on his cheek. A shaky hand came up and removed what ever had fallen on to his face. Thick bright red liquid coated two of his fingers, the metallic smell told him everything, blood.

He looked up and it took every thing in him not to wrench his breakfast up. Disassembled heads, arms, and legs were all dangling from the ceiling as if they were party decorations. The boy looked down to yell at his classmates when he froze. Blood and body parts were everywhere, only he was left.

A laugh jerked him from looking at all the disarayed body parts. There was a girl, or at least he thought it was, in the corner of the room. Her skin was blue, hair purple, orange, and black; eyes bright orange and her lips were sewn together. In her hand was a large scythe his blood ran cold at the sheer size of the thing.

"I played with your teacher, I played with your classmates, now I want to play with you!" the girl threw her head back and laughed.

The teen looked to the door she was standing near. He had to get out of there NOW.

"Play time!" The girl rushed at the teen, her scythe ready. The only thing the boy could do was let out a scream.

The entire class looked at their classmate who not only interrupted the session but also managed to scare them all with their blood curtling scream. He stood away from his desk, chest heaving and his eye frantically looking around. Only moments ago had a few noticed him falling asleep.

"Excuse me, is there a problem?" The small woman asked rather annoyed that one of her students did this.

The boy in question looked at the teacher before letting out another scream and backing up into the desk behind him. He scooted to the end of it out into the aisle before continuing to back up. She was there, standing behind the teacher, her smile never once wavering. The large scythe glinted in the light at her side.

"B...behind you! Move or it'll will kill you!" The teen screamed. The teacher was becoming very worried and back away to where her desk was, never noticing that a spirit just went through her as she did. Under her desk, like all teacher's now a days, was a small red button which was only to be pushed in case of emergency. To the small woman, this was an emergency, the teen could have been on a drug or alcohol for all she knew.

The spirit walked forward and the teen screamed. By now all of his classmates were in terror seeing him like this. It was certainly not normal at all for him. People normally know him to be the quiet yet friendly kind of person, not someone to have a freak attack in the middle of class. This was not good at all.

Students eyes began to widen as they looked at the spot where their fellow scared classmate had been looking this whole time. Thanks to the fear more teens were starting to see her. She could feel their fear, oh their beautiful fear! The students did not know what to do because one minute nothing was there, but when they looked again there was a girl! The rest of the class started to succumb in panic.

"Trick r Treat aren't I neat, give me something sweet to eat..." The girl began to sing as she walked down the aisle of frightened teens. All of them sat there looking at her, not daring to move.

By now the teacher had seen enough, she had pushed the button, never once seeing the scythe wielding girl in the class room. The only door to let them out slammed shut and locked. A light out in the hallway began to shine red outside the door, informing that the panic button for that room had just been pushed.

"NO!" The first boy cried out now at the back of the room, they were all trapped their teacher had unknowingly doomed them.

"If you don't I don't care" Treat continued so close to the boy, she could cut him with her scythe now but she did not. He shrunk in on himself shaking in pure terror. Treat smiled as she now stood right there in his face.

"Because I will give you one hell of a Nightmare!" Then before the teen could react she touched his forehead, distracting him as one of her wisps entered his arm. The boy's eyes rolled into the back of his head before he fell onto the floor.

No one spoke or moved as they watched him fall. Treat laughed before turning around and looking at the other students.

"Now, who is going to be next?" No words can describe how loud the screams of terror rang though out the school from that one room till the police and staff arrived...

North Pole

The Guardians stood there their eyes wide at the purple dots appearing on the glob. In light of recent events, North had fixed the globe now to when ever a person saw Trick a purple dot appeared. They all had been conversing about what they could do when Tooth noticed a bunch of bright purple dots appeared on the globe in southern Canada. All of the Guardians walked over to the platform at stared in horror as the purple dots suddenly grew... what had she done...?

Author's Note: Second chapter woot! So here we see how messed up Trick has really become after Jamie's death. Thanks to being alive for over a century she has learned to control her power and strengthen it in many new ways. I know this chapter was very disturbing. Now imagine the things that go on in my mind! Scary place up here, SCARY!

More will come soon about what shall happen to Trick and the Guardians. What will they do now that Trick is on the loose?

Oh! Just curious here, can any one name the movie whose quote I used? "I played with your teacher, I played with your classmates, now I want to play with you" is the quote. Very curious about this, PLEASE if you are a classic scary movie lover you should know this!

Thank you all for reading I hope you enjoyed! Much love!