Prolouge

A sharp whistle echoed in the halls as a pale-skinned girl stood in the doorway, her arms clutching the neck of a boy about two feet taller then her. Loose brown curls fell around his eyes as he stared into the dark passageways, blood dripping from a small pocketknife which he grasped tightly in his right hand. A small circle of crimson blood expanded on the cold tiles which were once so bright, painted with a picture of a marigold in a summer field. The body of a girl lay in the pool of blood, her frail hands clutched a deep stab wound in the side of her stomach.

Small gasps of breath escaped her dry and cracked lips as she fought to keep her emerald green eyes open. Every heartbeat slowed as the seconds dragged on, the pale girl released his shoulders, casting a small glance at the soon to be lifeless body sprawled out across the floor.

"Blake, how can you just walk away?" She said searching his icy blue eyes for a sign of regret, a sign of remorse, but there was none. His lips formed a tight smirk as they curled into position, he moved forward taking her smooth hand in his rough one.

"Don't act so suprised Willow, from day one you knew what I was capable of, you knew I was a murderer, but you let me in anyways." His voice was cold as if the light he had once seemed bathed in, had vanished surrounding him in utter darkness.

The thick gray slabs of marble that formed the walls of the corrider were stained with grief, they seemed to moan a story so horrible it would haunt the school forever. Every indent and every crack was filled with sinister magic, every insect that once roamed the school freely, was now imprisoned in their own horrific thoughts.

The headmistress ran in, followed quickly by several stuffy looking members of the staff, they all held weapons in which, if need be, they could defend themselves. Her hands trembled as her gaze quickly devoured the scene, her eyes landed on the girl's body, thoughts of the girl's family, her friends, her life, all of those precious things taken away, he had done this. Raising her eyes to meet his, the Headmistress spoke.

"I demand to know why you did this!" Her voice was powerful, it held an air of command, but the boy didn't flinch. "Because her family cared." A blackened tear formed in his eye as he turned to flee, casting the girl known as Willow from him, but she held on.

She held on with all her strength, begging him to take her. Her pleads meant nothing to him, but he knew that time was something he couldn't lose, without hesitation he lifted her up, his hands sliding around her waist, he held her in a bridal fashion and looked towards the window. It was a tall window with soft pink glass, the pink slowly worked its way into a deep maroon, the maroon carried out until it faded into the light.

Running at full speed, Blake pushed his legs down and forced himself into a jump, sending millions of pink and maroon shards flying. Some hit the wall, cringing powerlessly to the floor, the way the dead girl had done before, but some chose to fall, forever they seemed to fall, crashing down, heading for nowhere. The noise pierced the night, a shatter that sounded bone chilling, crows and ravens woke from their rest and flew up into the night, screeching, calling. He landed on the dewy grass, his feet made no noise as they confirmed their landing position.