So for some reason I've gotten a crazy amount of reviews for this story, so here I give you more! c: I would have updated sooner, but I was spending more time with my other fic, Tainted Fire. Anyways, hope you enjoy.


I don't want to go anywhere with him, of course. All of this decision making is hard when I'm standing here, frozen in confusion. My whole body feels like glass and I'm ready to break at any moment now. He's looking at me with such a dark expression, through those eyes of solid night, and I can't bring myself to move.

"No." I finally blurt out, although it sounds weak. His eyebrows narrow as he realizes that I have declined what was never really an offer, and in an instant, the gun is back in his hands.

"It wasn't a question." Tate announces, his face stern with almost a bit of pain. That type of pain that grows from rejection- when you find out your crush doesn't like you, or that you didn't get a date to the prom. Not that I have any experience with that shit.

"You just came in here and killed everyone in the room except me. Do you actually expect me to follow you? So you can torture me more?"

"I said I'm not going to hurt you!" He is suddenly shouting, and for a second I feel fear again.

"Then why did you pick up the gun?"

"I won't hurt you if you come with me. That's the new deal." He mumbles after a second of consideration. I don't doubt that he will hurt me if it's necessary. After all, I'm standing right in front of a mass murderer who is looking at me like I'm something grand. Funny how the first person to appreciate me is the one who might cause me to die. I take a few steps forward, deciding that leaving with him probably gives me a better chance of survival. There's got to be police outside somewhere, waiting for us to emerge. He instantly grabs my left wrist and begins to pull me forward. But not towards the main library door, near the body of the teacher, but to the right side window. Tate lets go of my wrist for just long enough to pry it open, and to my disappointment, there are no police near this side of the building. Just miles and miles of endless forest where nobody will find me. My body could be missing for years.

"Come on." Tate announces, and suddenly grabs my waist to push me through the window. I immediately shudder away from his touch but he doesn't seem to be offended. He only follows me outside and shuts the window with ease.

"So you're going to murder me in the forest now? Dramatic effect?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"No. Walk." He answers and once again grabs my wrist. This time his grip is more stern. Probably because we are outside of the school. I consider screaming, but the cold gun is pressing up against my leg, and I know that it would be a foolish decision. He could shoot me somewhere not fatal, but enough to cause a Hell of a lot of pain.

The trees around me seem to scream freedom, but also trap me in more ways than I ever imagined. Everything all looks so endless and dark, creepy and unwelcome, and I want out. I want to get away from this blond boy who keeps tripping on my heels and away from the birds that are screaming in the trees. But we walk in silence, complete silence, for quite a long time. Then, he turns around our position to walk to the left, off the path and into dense forestry.

"Follow my steps or you'll walk in poison ivy." Tate finally says and he begins to walk in front of me. I pay close attention to where his feet hit the ground. They land in tiny areas that look a bit worn out. Like he has taken this path before...

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

That's the last word he speaks until the trees begin to clear, and I recognize the scenery immediately. Sand, golden water- we appear to be in a deserted part of the beach. A tiny house appears on my left and my mouth hangs open.

"My father's beach house. He gave it to me in an attempt to win me over. Nobody knew except him, and well, he's in critical condition right now." Tate seem to grin at the last part, but I wasn't responding. We were in the perfect location to never be caught. I couldn't run away and I couldn't do anything. I was stuck here with a murderer who held a gun in his right hand.

"What a nice place to die." I add, blinking rapidly.

"I'm not going to kill you."

"You will eventually."

"You're too strong to be killed."