"Come on guys!" Claire urged. "Let's go have a social outing! Have fun! Go to a football game for crying out loud!"

Massie stuck her nose up and crossed her arms. "Why would we want to do that?" She asked, stepping forward intimidatingly. "That's not our style. And its definitely not mine."

Looks like Massie is exercising her power over us again. Claire thought bitterly. Instead of answering, she walked back into her family's kitchen and grabbed five football tickets. "Look, we have tickets. Might as well use them, right?"

The frosty air blanketed over Massie, coating her with it's bitter cold. She resisted the urge to chatter her teeth together in a miserable attempt of generating heat by clutching her arms with a stiffening grip. "Boy, it's getting late," Massie yelled over the roar of the crowd surrounding her. "Maybe we should go back home now."

"No!" Claire protested. "We're winning! Come on Mass, just chill out for a bit."

Massie scowled at the blonde. "If I 'chill' anymore, I'll get frostbite!" she snapped. Turning to the other two, she gave them a 'follow-me' look. "Let's go girls." They sauntered towards the exit of the High School Stadium, clicking their heels in unison. Huddles of people parted way for the good-girls. Everyone loved them, after all. Just as Massie was about to leave that wretched place, she stopped in her tracks. "Have fun Claire-Bear," she threw over her shoulder in the sweetest possible way.

She didn't turn to see Claire run the opposite way with crimson cheeks-she didn't need to. The ever incredible Massie Block knew she would do that. A ringing sounded behind them, signifying a touch-down. A light tap tap appeared at her left shoulder. "Mass, don't you think it was a bit harsh to do that to Claire?" Kristen whispered. "She didn't do anything."

Massie stopped again. No one was around in the shadowy parking lot so if Massie turned on Kristen, it wouldn't be witnessed. Spinning on her heel, she glared at her, hard. Shifting uncomfortably under Massie's stare, Kristen tugged at her grey sweatshirt. "Kris, she was too controlling. I had to loose her."

"Yeah," Dylan agreed hurriedly, not wanting to get on Massie's bad side. "Claire's been controlling lately."

"I guess..." Kristen trailed off.

"Well come on!" Massie snapped her fingers together. "We have to get back to my house before she decides to follow us."

Branches snapped under Claire's sneakers; an earsplitting craaaack! She glanced over her shoulder without losing a pace. The shadow was still lurking behind her, racing towards her faster than before. Redirecting her gaze forward, Claire picked up speed and attempted to take shorter breaths. As she learned from four years in track, it was important to keep your breath steady. The harder you breath, the slower you go.

Just when a surge of adrenaline propelled her forward, her shoelace caught on stray branches. Before she knew it, she tumbled to the ground and landed with a thud. Claire crawled a few inches forward but immediately was flipped on her back. A dark figure hung above her, menacing and ominous.

She let out a single, terrified yelp escape before the figure closed in on her.

The echo was all that remained.

The tea was searing hot against Massie's tongue. She gently brought up a white, lacy handkerchief up to her lips and dabbed them lightly. The couch beneath her was lavender silk, with cutesy pillows decorating the plush seat. In front of her was a glass coffee table with a vase and single lily in the center, along with her tea tray. The tray contained the most fragile dining china in Westchester by far, it was certainly the most expensive.

Steam rolled from the dark liquid as she poured more into her cup; a swirl of hot, white air. Massie cleared her throat.

"Inez," she said curtly. "Our tea is cold." Curly blonde hair swayed to the side as Kristen glanced over at Massie quizzically. She simply smiled innocently.

The plump housekeeper tilted her head. "But-"

Massie held up her hand. "No buts. Make us a fresh batch." she said through gritted teeth. Inez gave up and took away the tray, her head hanging low. Kristen watched her retreating figured and scooted towards the glossy brunette, frustrated.

"Why would you make her do that?" she whispered. "The kettle was piping hot- I could barely hold it!"

Massie simply smirked and looked at her slyly. "Because," she began. "I needed to get rid of the woman. Gawd, she's a snoop. Insists that I simply cannot be left a lone unless she has to leave. Whatever." she waved it off. "But what I wanted to tell you was that I have a plan. A plan so perfect that all other plans look like Bean's droppings in the lawn." Kristen nodded, unimpressed. "So, you know how Alicia's stuck in that sickening mental asylum?"

All of a sudden, static filled the air. A TV flashed on and off, then on again in the room. Kristen and Massie stared at it, wide-eyed. Eventually, it stopped on a black screen. Only for color to come on, revealing the familiar local news station background. A 30 year old woman with dark red lips and glossy dark hair appeared. "Reports of one of our town's most active contributor to the community's disappearance leave Westchester in distress. Claire Lyons, aged 15, was last seen at a football game last night with her friends, also very active around Westchester, Massie Block, Kristen Gregory and Dylan Marvil. A memorial in Claire's honor will be held at-" The screen flashed again, showing a blonde news anchor this time.

"City-wide panic has spread throughout Westchester after Claire Lyons, 15, vanished without a trace last night. Witnesses recall seeing her at a local football game for the BOCD Tomahawks with her closest friends. Claire Lyons was going to be a Sophomore in High school with them when school returns in the fall-"

Shutting off the TV with the remote, Massie stood up. However, she kept her gaze fixed on the dark screen. "I can't believe this." she said slowly. "I mean, these people are acting like she's already dead."

Kristen stood as well, dropping her faux leather bag. "Who could have done this to her?" her eyes were wide with terror. Massie's acting like she has feelings-this is not good! This is not Good! She panicked inwardly.

A light shone in the dark clearing. A single 500 watt light bulb. No moon and no stars were out that night. The yellow light set off an eerie glow, the shadows of trees swarming Dylan's mind. Red hair dangled just past her shoulders in bouncy, voluminous curls. Her hands were tied tightly behind the chair she was plopped in, her ankles knotted to the legs. She shakily breathed out, glaring at the silhouette in front of her. The taunting contour chucked at her gaze. "Where am I?" she asked calmly.

They began to laugh louder, it sounding throughout the field. When it appeared to have become to much for them, they stopped and stood up straight. "If only you knew!" it seethed. "Claire has joined us! Now we're coming after you."

It-whatever they were- inched towards her, holding out its hands like dainty claws. As they came into better lighting, she could see the dull white of their fingers and the all-too familiar curves of- "Bones" she muttered, struggling against the bonds and screaming. Her feet pounded against the grass and soil, as if they could magically untie the ropes. Soon, the figure was hovering over her and if she were able to see their face, she would see them smirking.

Letting one last yell ripple through the air, she anticipated the worst.

cliffy..oh no . .

sorry this was late...and short...and stupid...and such..

Responses!

LilacDusts: what is that, a fat joke? huh? huh? HUH? ;)

fi13ns: hahahah oh lexi, making me leave messages and such

rachel: lol idek why I put that in there but it was entertaining apparently loll

daring dreams: thanks!

splendeur: haha yeahh..:P

gm: hahah

starzzthatfly: thanks and that's how it's supposed to be mwahhahaha lol yeah I will...eventually...

AleAmaroBTR: thanks! I hope I didn't ruin it this chapter...I'm always afraid of that..darn.

kea: thanks! and hahah

GlitterGirlie28: well of course! I promise I won't leave this one just hanging cause I actually really like it! And I like writing for it.

Again, sorry if this was too short!

xoxo,

natalie