Peyton watched Brooke and Luke as they sat on the log, like adolescents with their first crush. Rolling her eyes, she looked out onto the lake, taking in the exceptional beauty.

Tuning out Whitey as he announced whatever he was going to do. She watched Brooke as she pensively touched Luke on the arm and pointed at something.

Her eyes narrowed as Luke gently laughed. Her eyes flared, emerald sparks fusing a fire that would've scorched anyone within reach, as Luke linked hands with Brooke.

Slamming her sketchbook shut, she tuned back in to realize that Whitey had told everyone to get ready for a game of Capture the Flag in the woods.

Peyton smiled as she saw that Brooke was on the other side and Luke was on her team. As the teams walked into the woods, they separated onto their sides.

Nathan followed Haley as she walked deep into the trees, reaching out, he grabbed her hand and led her down a path where no one was likely to follow.

Brooke walked down a path and soon she could no longer hear any voices at all. Trees overhead rustled, crows cawed overhead as if mocking her.

Turning to one side, she swallowed nervously. As she turned back around, in front of her stood a figure cloaked in black.

Big metal boots led up to a black cloak, a hat hid its features. Brooke screamed as loud as she could. Her feet froze for a second, then as the creature moved towards. She turned and ran in the other direction.

Luke followed Peyton as she led him deeper into the woods. "Peyton where are we going?"

"Where we can be alone." She turned and shot him a seductive smile.

"No Peyton, we're just friends, besides I think we should go look for Brooke. You know she's scared of the woods." Luke turned to go back in the other direction.

Something hit him hard on the side of the head. As he hit the ground, he saw a shovel lying on the ground.

He faded into the shades of unconsciousness.

More soon…………..