"Are you sure you want to do this?" Peyton asked as they approached the entrance. Both girls grimaced at the sight of the blood splotches staining the wooden door.
"I'm sure." But Brooke's face looked anything but sure. Peyton gave Brooke's hand a reassuring squeeze, before cautiously turning the door knob.
Brooke felt herself lose her breath as the door opened without a hitch. Looking inside, the classroom was dark and almost empty. All except for a lonesome desk, sitting in the middle of the classroom. Sitting on top was a cloaked figure.
"Ah...Brooke. It's about time you've arrived." The figure said, not turning around. "I'm sure Peyton is with you as well?"
Brooke swallowed, all of her bravery gone. "Yes." She tried answering fiercely, but it came out almost inaudibly. This guy knew her well and she didn't like it.
"So predictable Brooke. I've planned out every single move you and your so-called friends have made. Even tutor-girl Haley is easily outsmarted." He mocked.
"What do you want?"
The figure let out a laugh. "You Brooke. I want you."
"Then why kill Jake...and Nathan? Why do it?" Brooke had to know.
"Well that's simple. To put you through the heartache that you put us through. To punish you."
"Us?" Brooke asked, confused.
"Well, there are two of you here. And two other girls there. Better hurry, Brookie." The figure answered. It took a few moments for it to sink in.
"Oh God Peyton. They're going after Haley and Rachel!" Brooke and Peyton began sprinting off towards the nurses office. They didn't know what they could do to stop the killer, but somehow they needed to get there in time to warn their two best friends.
"RACHEL! HALEY!" They both began screaming at the top of their lungs. The two cheerleaders almost collided into each other as they broke through the open door.
The office was a mess. The entire first aid cabinet completely empty, everything knocked to the ground. Mirrors were smashed and the "sick" bed was turned over.
"We're to late." Peyton whispered putting her hand through her hair.
"They aren't dead Peyton. They can't be." Brooke said, trying to convince herself.
"If you think the game is over Brookie...You're dead wrong. It's just begun. If you want your friends to live, well, some of them anyway, you must follow my instructions."
"There's two of them Peyton. Who are they? What kind of sick bastards could be doing this to us?" Brooke demanded.
"I don't know..."
"But.."
"Shut up Brooke! Give me a second to think." Peyton replied, beginning to pace.
"Peyton could you not pace? It's very-"
"Andrew."
"Andrew what? Why are you even bringing him up at a time like this? Seriously-"
"Stop thinking like a fucking cheerleader for two seconds, okay?! It has to be Andrew. You even said that he said you would 'die without him."
"Oh my god! You're right! That son of a bitch-"
"Report to room 204. It's time for you to feel pain Brooke. The pain of losing someone you love."
AN: Well there you go, Chapter 4. I am SO excited for the next chapter, I almost put it here now, but I really should finish it first. It's going to be intense. Thanks for the reviews.
