You close your locker with a loud clank, only to gasp dramatically as you find Billy Hargrove standing right behind it, completely catching you off guard.

"What's with the scare?" he asks, a sly grin playing on his lips.

Your eyes flicker over the scratches on his face and the dirt on his hands. What in the world happened to him? Before you can utter a single question, his expression shifts, turning cold and predatory. Panic sets in, and you glance around the empty school hall. Returning for a forgotten textbook at this late hour suddenly seems like a not-so-great idea.

"Billy...?" you say timidly, a creeping fear slowly coursing through your veins. He grins again, but it's not the seductive smile you're used to. It's cold and utterly terrifying.

"You're coming with me..." he declares, and in a heartbeat, he seizes your arm. A surprised scream escapes your lips as you feel the strength of his grip, and as if on cue, his once-blue eyes morph into an eerie pitch-black shade.