Warnings : This story will have graphic violence, mature language and will eventually be pitch pearl

Danny walked with a sigh on his way to practice the next day, he didn't understand why he needed to be there so early his scene wasn't until the third act. So waking up at the ass crack of dawn just to sit around a big old dusty building was so not worth the sleep deprived headache that was coming on. He didn't sleep well last night, all he could think abput were those glowing green eyes that were as bright as the neon signs in Las Vegas. Feeling so consumed he drew them out in his sketch pad but no matter what he did, coloured them in and even put luminescent paint over top, the drawing was no match for the real thing.

A shove sending him to the ground knocked him out of his thoughts, he was about to give the person oh perticular hell, but his voice died in his throat when he saw who it was. Shit. " Watch where you're going Fenturd!" Dash spat down at Danny with a glare as if the poor sixteen year old on the floor was to blame. Dash grabbed Danny by the front of his shirt and hoisted him off the ground with littke to no effort as if Danny was as light as a feather. " Or do I need to teach you some more manners?"

Danny gulped as he tried to get free from the bully but found he just couldn't. He closed his eyes waiting for the blow to come but after a moment passes nothing happened. He felt himself be put on the ground, he opened his eyes to see Dash glaring, not at him but behind him. Danny turned to see Lancer standing there with his arms crossed over his chest with a disapproving look on his face. " Baxter, you're needed on set now." Dash grumbled under his breath as he stalked towards the teacher, something about how Danny had gotten lucky.

With a sigh of relief, Danny relaxed and made his way to find Sam backstage. Only thing was he didn't know where in the Opera House he was. It must have been a hall way where some of the dressing rooms were. How'd he get here? Was he really that out of it to notice where he was walking? " Hello?" Danny called but his voice only echoed down the empty hall, suddenly feeling a lot colder then normal. It was to the point he could faintly see his breath coming from his mouth in small white puffs.

Wait a minute, he knew this hallway.

A chill ran up his spine as panic began to set in as the lights flickered on and off just like yesterday before he went on stage. He turned to run down the hall but stopped in his tracks when he came face to face with a person. The same person who was the owner of those bright radioactive green eyes that shone brighter then moon light. He was a little taller than Danny only by an inch or two. He has snow white hair and a mask on his face that's just as white concealing all but around his mouth and chin. He wore a black and white suit with a cape to match in colour. Danny didn't move, didn't speak all he could do was stare at the guy in front of him. The mystery man then smiled slightly at him before he spoke, "All will be okay." His voice was as smooth as silk and before Danny could muster up the courage to reply, with a flick of the lights the guy was gone and the lights stayed on.

Sucking in the air that he didn't know he stopped breathing, Danny was panting like he just ran a marathon. Who the hell was that guy? " Danny!? Danny you down there?" He heard a familiar female voice call out to him.

" Yeah I'm here Sam." Danny called back as he found his way to his friend. " Can I ask you a quick question Sam?" He asked as polite as possible.

" Sure."

" Wha-"

" AHHHH!" A loud scream was heard from down the hall where Danny just came and both teens froze in their spots. Danny felt his blood run cold when the scream was just all of a sudden cut short, like someone turned off a switch. " Was that?" Danny asked, but he had a feeling he knew who that scream belonged to. With Sam in tow they raced down the hall to the very end where a door was wide open and pitch black on the inside. Adrenaline pumped through Dannys veins as he was ready to either fight or run like hell. Turning on the light he had hold back a scream of his own but Sam screamed bloody murder at the sight.

Dash was laying limp on the floor in a pool of his own blood, his chest and abdomen areas of his body looked to be torn to shreds, his ribs sticking out at an unnatural angle from his body, his heart ripped from his chest. There was a trail of blood that lead to the wall and Danny thought he was going to be sick. Written on the wall in blood was two words, two words that Danny somehow feel were a message for him.

Told you.