Thread: Supernatural Sparrow/Vergil

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock teased the petite, red head sitting in a desk farthest from the exit but with the perfect window to stare out and day dream. Bonnie McCullough felt as if she was being smothered. Her class of twenty three was full today and even with her teacher's fan blowing in her direction, it did nothing to cool her. Her curls were pulled up nearly on the crown of her her head to cool off the back of her neck. When she had gotten up that morning, it had been quite cold so she had dressed in layers. She wore a light blue tank top with a loose, long sleeved shirt that came down to her forearm with a belt at her middle to emphasis her small waist. She also wore a jean skirt with black leggings that came down to her calves but that didn't matter much because of her dark purple suede boots nearly covered the bottom of them. Over her shirt she wore a black fitted jacket to keep her warm. Up until her French class, she had been freezing and normally this class was the worst for her being cold. While she was walking down the hall to class, she stopped off in the girl's bathroom and took off her loose shirt and jacket, but left on the belt since it still looked cute with her tank top. She stuffed her shirt in her bag and carried her jacket to class. But even as she sat in class, everything just seemed to get hotter. Shifting uncomfortable, she glanced out the window. She couldn't even pretend like she was paying attention to her teacher as he spoke mainly French. She tried to focus in on anything outside of the window. Her green eyes seemed to focus in on someone on the edge of the woods. It was as if time stood still as her stomach clenched. There was a tall, lanky man on the edge of the woods. First of all, no one ever stood in the woods outside of the school and secondly, his eyes were staring directly into hers. A spasm of fear rocked through her body while her heart stopped before picking back up and racing. The tall, lanky man wore no shirt so it was easy to see how thin and pale he was. His torso, even at this distance, showed his ribs sticking out against his skin in a harsh and sickening way. He wore ripped up baggy shorts that were help up by a frayed rope. His hair was a dull brown color and the oily strains hung down into his eyes. But it wasn't his appearance that chilled her to the core. It was the look in his cold, hard eyes. His eyes held such hostility and she knew that it was directed at herself alone. Suddenly her world seemed to get hazy around the edges and her lungs seemed unable to take in or let any air out. The world around her swirled as she broke gaze with the man. No one around her seemed to ever notice her distress either. Unsteadily, she forced herself to stand and try to move down the aisle towards the door. As soon as she stood she began to stumble down the aisle, her teacher immediately started telling her to take her seat and when she didn't listen his voice became louder and more insistent. Mme McCullough, asseyez-vous a la fois! Her deprived body seemed unable to move forward and when she opened her eyes once more she could herself face down on the ground with something wet and sticky running down her forehead. Someone moved then so she could barely make out the ceiling or the few faces hovering over her. She's cold to the touch! One of her class mates gasped. Matt moved over to her quickly and check to see if she was breathing. When he couldn't feel her breathe, he opened her mouth and noticed something shiny near the back of her throat. He swished his pointer finger around in her mouth and caught onto a part of a chain. Gently, he dislodged the necklace from her throat until Bonnie's gag reflex kicked in and she turned onto her side and coughed. The chain fell out with a clatter onto the floor. Bonnie gasped for air, looking around her terrified. Matt and the other people who surrounded her faces looked completely baffled by what happened. Her eyes fell to what was on the floor beside her. A gold locket laid there, oddly shining in the dull florescent lights. Knowing exactly, what must have happened, her hand scooped up the locket and she clambered up to her feet. While the other's protested, she snatched her bag and darted out of the room. By the time she reached the side walk, tears were already streaming down her cheeks. Tomorrow she would be a freak at school. No one would understand what happen. She didn't even understand what happened. One minute she was staring at this man and the next she couldn't breathe. He had to have done this to her. There was no other explanation. She continued to run down the sidewalk in the direction of her home.